Page 50 of Alpha Dragon's Mating Contract
“Massage?” Raptor asked.
“Okay.”
Raptor pressed a button on the glass panel. Walren braced himself for a jet of terrible cold water.
Instead, delightfully warm water thumped into his back from the very first second. Raptor moved Walren slightly so the jets massaged different parts of his back.
With a moan, Walren tucked his face into Raptor’s neck, relaxing completely. “This is amazing.”
“Yeah?” Raptor grinned.
He held Walren in front of the jets until Walren was all but dozing off. Then the alpha stopped the massage, aiming a broad spray onto the stone bench. His intent became clear the next moment: Raptor sat on the bench with Walren, careful to keep the spray out of Walren’s eyes while he scrubbed him down gently with a washcloth.
“Is this how you treat all your employees?” Walren mumbled.
Raptor huffed. “Most of my employees don’t get to sit on my knot, sweetheart.”
“Just me and who?”
“Justyou.”
Walren pressed his face against Raptor’s shoulder to hide his smile.
What am I doing? This is just a contract.
But Raptor felt so safe, wrapped around him.
Large hands rubbed soap all over his body. Then Raptor rinsed him off, and briskly soaped himself. When they were mostly clean, Raptor carried Walren out of the shower and dried him with the warmest, fluffiest towel. Walren purred.
“Oh?” Raptor looked excited. “I haven’t heard that sound from you before. You like being dried off?”
“This towel is amazing,” Walren moaned. “It’s like a soft fluffy cloud.”
“It’s all yours,” Raptor said. “The bathrooms don’t all have heated towel racks, but mine definitely does. You’re welcome to use it anytime.”
“Because you want a peek?” Walren blurted. Then he could’ve smacked himself.
Raptor grinned. “I’ll always want a peek at your hot lil butt, babe. You can lounge in the tub too, if you want.”
Walren hadn’t even noticed that there was a bathtub in here. He turned his head slightly, spotting a huge, dragon-sizedpoolbeneath a window, with steps leading up to it and several bottles of shampoo next to its faucets. There was even a wooden tray with a plate of snacks on it.
“That tub is bigger than the safe house bathroom,” Walren said. He paused. “Have you ever seen a tiny bathroom?”
“Ace and I fought in the Eggplant Wars. There weren’t even bathrooms in that area; it was all barren land and trenches. But I’ve seen my share of tiny bathrooms, too. Sometimes it’s difficult to squeeze myself into them.”
With shoulders as broad as his... Walren could imagine it. “When was the last time you had to squeeze into a tiny bathroom?”
“Believe it or not, just a few years ago. I was on a business trip and I stepped into an omega restroom by mistake.” Raptor winced. “To be fair, the restroom was completely empty when I first went in. I was tired from my flight and didn’t realize why the cubicle was so cramped until I stepped out.Somany omegas screamed. So many.”
“Did they call the cops on you?” Walren asked, eyes wide.
“Nah. I just apologized with my hands in the air, washed themwith soap,and left. They gave me the side-eye, but after they saw that I meant no harm, they went back to their business.”
Walren relaxed, snuggling into Raptor. At some point during his storytelling, Raptor had finished drying Walren. His calloused hands smoothed up and down Walren’s back, lulling him into a light doze.
Raptor stiffened suddenly, though.
“What’s wrong?” Walren asked, instantly alert.
