Page 96 of Alpha Dragon's Mating Contract
“He’ll be fine,” Hassel said, perching on Go Cart’s handle. He patted the cart with his wing. “In fact, I think the three of us will become great friends.”
“Good. Thank you,” Walren said.
Raptor roared again.
Walren grew hot between his legs. “I gotta go.”
Somehow, Hassel managed to leer at him, even in his dragon shape.
Walren darted through the mansion doors, hobbling awkwardly. He heard the car door slam. But no footsteps followed.
Raptor must still be giving him a head start; Walren needed every second he could get with his bad leg slowing him down.
“Walry-baaabe,” Raptor sang. “Wherever you are, I’m going to find youuuu.”
Walren’s breath rushed out of him. He hobbled to the bottom of the grand staircase, staring desolately at it. Raptor had been carrying him up the stairs every day; it took Walren far too long to climb it by himself.
As a human.
He shoved down his pants and wriggled out of his shirt, reaching into his core for the spark of freedom and speed.
The shift washed over him. One moment, he was tall. The next, he was closer to the floor, on all fours, his jeans and underwear pooled around his hooves.
It was much, much faster to run on four legs, even if one of them could not bend.
Walren scrambled up the stairs, his hearing enhanced in his gazelle shape. His hooves clattered on marble; he heard Raptor suck in a sharp breath.
When he peeked over his shoulder, he saw a shadow approaching the front doors.
Excitement thrummed in his veins. Walren skittered down the hallway, listening as Raptor followed him—because Raptor was listening to Walren, too.
Walren loped to the end of the hallway, where the double doors were closed.
Just before he shifted back, he heard Raptor running up the stairs, a low rumble filling the air between them.
Raptor was catching up.
His heart pounding, Walren switched back to his human shape. He fumbled the doors open. Then he hobbled quickly into Raptor’s bedroom and flung himself onto the bed, at the same time the alpha thundered through the doorway.
“Walren,” the alpha growled.
All of Walren’s nerves lit up. He moaned and raised his hips in offering, his hands fisted in the sheets. “All yours,” he said breathlessly.
“Fuck,” Raptor hissed.
He was on Walren the next second, the mattress indenting under his weight, his hands pressing down around Walren’s shoulders. Raptor lowered his hot, hard body onto Walren and flattened him against the mattress, all bare skin and solid pecs, his thick length sliding between Walren’s thighs, nudging against the back of his sac. A whine escaped Walren’s throat.
“Mine,” Raptor growled. “I had to stop myself from grabbing you in the car. Had to stop myself from pulling you onto my lap, and fucking straight into your wet hole.”
Walren moaned. “You can fuck me now.”
Raptor thrust between his thighs, then changed his angle and thrust between Walren’s cheeks, against his entrance. Walren shuddered.
“You’re so wet for me,” Raptor groaned. “I saw the way your pupils dilated in the car. Your body responding to my rut, so eager to take my cock. You need to be impaled, don’t you? Every time I go into rut, you get so wet for me. So ready to suck all my cum out of my balls.”
Walren’s breath rushed out. He reached down to spread his cheeks, angling his hips up to show Raptor his hole. “Please, please.”
“Fuck!” Raptor fitted his tip against Walren’s pucker, and pushed in without stretching him.
