Page 48 of Alpha Dragon's Mating Contract
He jerked again, his entire body tensing, his cock pulsing within Walren’s inner walls.
“F-fuck! What the hell,” Raptor hissed, his fists clenched around the sheets. “I just went into rut. I can’t... can’t get another this soon.”
But he was panting, his hips hitching. He dug his fingers into Walren’s hips so hard that they would likely bruise, and began grinding his knot deeper. Walren whined, too weak to move.
Raptor fucked Walren until he came, then he kept on going. Walren came so many times, he finally blacked out.
When he woke, the alpha was still grinding into him, sweating and cursing up a storm.
“Fuck,” Raptor groaned. “I think my body really wants to breed you.”
Walren shuddered, growing hot between his legs. “Go ahead.”
“Holy gods,” Raptor hissed.
He turned away for a second, his chest heaving. “Hass. Make sure Zebs has food. Feed him whatever he needs. Walren’s not going anywhere anytime soon.”
He waited for a few moments, then turned back to Walren. “He’ll make sure Zebs is taken care of.”
“Thanks,” Walren said into the mattress. Then he screamed when Raptor fucked him into an orgasm, and kept on screaming because the pleasure only intensified.
By the time Raptor finally stopped, Walren’s voice was gone. His body ached, and his belly bulged even more with the five extra loads Raptor had filled him with.
“It’s getting worse,” Raptor muttered, his own face pressed into the sheets. “It’s never been this bad before.”
“Maybe I’m the one triggering your ruts,” Walren mumbled. “All it took was you looking at a picture of my hole.”
Raptor’s growl sounded petulant. “But I want that picture as my wallpaper.”
“Maybe you need to save it for a special occasion.”
“Don’t you get it? Anytime I get to look at itisa special occasion.”
Walren snorted, hiding his amused grin in the sheets. “But you have a restaurant to run, right? You can’t be knotted with me for hours at a time.”
Raptor hummed thoughtfully. “Yeah. I will not wear you like an apron. It might sound cute, but that kitchen is no place for you.”
That was so sweet that Walren melted a little.
Lots of alphas wanted their omegas to stay in the kitchen. Hell, Larei had told Walren several times not to stepoutof the kitchen until he had made Larei dinner, and Walren had been too naive to leave him back then.
“Why don’t you want me in the kitchen?” Walren asked anyway.
Raptor met his eyes over his shoulder. “I saw you looking at the Nood’s Good stoves. You looked baffled by them. Sure, I could teach you how they work. But you were more interested in eating than cooking, so I’m gonna tell you to leave the cooking to me.”
“But I should pull my weight, right?”
Raptor shrugged. “You signed a contract that takes care of all your needs. You’re already pulling your weight by spending my ruts with me.”
“I guess that’s true.”
Walren wanted to do more, though. Especially when Raptor had been so nice to him. But what could he give Raptor, that Raptor hadn’t already bought himself?
Aside from a baby?
Dammit!
Walren chewed on his lip, thinking hard.
