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Chapter 2: Four Ways to Sunday

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Then there was a bang at the door.

“For the love of all that is holy, keep it down,” Fang yanked his pants on and went to the door and threw it open. “What!”

There stood a lanky snow leopard with a large croc behind him.

“It’s me,” Teryx flashed his phone to the fox to show Fang’s phone number fading from the screen. The snow leopard tried to push Fang off to the side, but the fox wouldn’t let him and gripped him by the chest.

“The fuck is your game this time you gaping asshole!”

Fang was suddenly silenced at the sound of a deep and guttural growl from the croc.

“Keep your hands off my man’s body,” he snarled.

Fang immediately let go of the snow leopard and jumped back.

“Oh, don’t get your tail in a twist, he’s just keeping me safe until I can figure out what’s going on here.”

“At least we know it’s you,” Fang huffed and stepped aside.

“Yeah, it’s me,” Teryx nodded, his cocky stature out of place on such a little frame. He looked like he was sweating. “This is Clark, Ron’s mate.”

“Well you two make a lovely couple,” Fang rolled his eyes. “What did you fucking do this time?”

“I have a theory, but I need to find the curse conduit first,” Teryx the snep answered. “And what a mess you made of my place. It’ll cost a fortune to get this place back the way it was. And the cleaning lady doesn’t come until Tuesday.”

“Is that really your main concern right now?” Fang rolled his eyes.

“Well, yes,” Teryx sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “I was hoping to swap back sooner rather than later. It’ll take forever to find the conduit in all this mess.”

“Wait, I thought you said you could cut the curse at will?” Fang crossed his arms. “Did you fucking lie to me again?”

“It wasn’t so much a lie per-say,” Teryx lifted his hand, the paw shaking as though he were weighing something. “I just didn’t tell you how. In order to swap back we need the conduit and the rose petal that was used. You just clip it back on and boom, undone.”

“I’m assuming you have the petal then?”

“Right here,” Clark handed the fox a mason jar with a single rose petal in it. “Now fix my mate or I’ll be breaking some limbs.”

“Hold your horses, we’ll need some help scouring this mess,” Teryx huffed hopping over a broken armchair, his big fluffy tail swishing. “Though, I think I need to sit down. I’m kind of reaching a limit.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Clark stomped into the room, his leather coat and dark jeans swaying and clinking with the metal bits on each. “You said if you got me here you’d fix things! I want to see my mate, NOW!”

“Clark?” Ron asked, the massive drake stood in the doorway to the bedroom, his dick bouncing with his heavy breathing. Instantly the croc’s shoulders softened.

“Ron? Is that you?”

“I…yeah,” the dragon nodded. “I…I’m so scared…”

“Ron, honey, I’m here now,” the croc started to walk over but Ron held up a hand.

“I want to hug you…but…I don’t know what I would do,” Ron winced. “It just feels…so good…and…I can’t think straight. It’s like heat but…in reverse but still…it’s so different but just as intense."

“Oh babe,” Clark’s voice cracked before he turned and shot daggers at Teryx. “Fix him now.”

“I…oh god…” Teryx put a hand on his forehead and leaned against the wall, the cool paneling feeling sweet against this burning skin. “I can’t without…without the conduit. We just need to find it.”

“How!” Clark demanded.

“Well,” Teryx took a deep breath. “The easiest way would be to let the petal loose and follow it to the source, but with such a mess, we might want to clean up…umff…we might want to clean up a bit first.”

“I ain’t cleaning shit! You get my man back in his body now!”

“Or what? You’ll hit me?” Teryx was at his wit’s end. The heat making him ornery and needy in a way he wasn’t used to. It was like his rut but…well…like Ron said, in reverse. “Or you’ll hit my body?” Teryx gestured to the massive drake. “You could bat at that premium dragon stock all day and get hardly a chuckle out of him. Besides, your mate is in that body. You’re not going to hurt Ron.” Teryx rolled his eyes at the croc before he slid down the wall to the floor, spreading his legs wide and breathing heavy.

“Fuck you,” Clark snarled. “Open the damned jar so we can get to looking.”

“Sure,” Fang gripped the head of the jar, but a deep and rolling growl caused him to pause.

Clark and Fang turned to look at Ron. The massive drake was huffing, his muscles flexing as he looked on at Teryx, his topaz eyes focused into slits.

“Ron?” Clark paused. The drake blinked, his eyes widening again.

“Babe?” Ron gasped. “I…unf…fuuuuuuck!” The doorframe cracked as Ron gripped it so hard it splintered. He curled his lips back into another snarl as a thick shot of pre arched out of his cock and splattered onto the shattered tile and ruined mess.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” Clark’s eyes went from that pre to the drake.

“Oh fuck…” Teryx gasped. “I…I think it was a bad idea coming here.”

“What the fuck do you mean?” Clark snapped his head to the snow leopard. “What’s going on.”

“Fuck…” Teryx only moaned as he breathed in the heated dragon musk, that powerful rut pheromone seeping into his bones and making his body hotter. He gave a little moan and Ron responded with growl as the wall started to crack and the wallpaper tore. The dragon was only holding himself back by the strength of that doorframe.

“Wait,” Clark barely got a word out before the wall broke and Ron lunged. In a fraction of a second he was on top of Teryx and pinning him to the wall, his claws digging into he wall behind him as he held him up. The drake snarled, his fangs bared as he leaned into the snow leopard’s neck and took a deep sniff. Ron gave a little yip as though he were struck, his cock throbbing as static caused his mane to ripple and his horns to glow. The dragon leaned in and nibbled at the snow leopard’s neck, sniffing and nibbling tenderly.

“I…I don’t…I can’t cheat…but…” Ron’s mind was trying to use any shred of his mind still working to keep himself from doing what his body desperately wanted. He couldn’t hold it much longer. Then, Teryx wrapped his arms around his thick neck, his fingers lacing into the dragon’s plumage and feeling the static roll through him. He arched his neck and let out a whorish moan as his tail thrashed behind him as he tried to wrap his legs around the big drake’s torso, his hot cunny pushing against the powerful huffing abdomen of that dragon beast.

“Wait, you need to stop—” Clark was cut off as the dragon’s tail wrapped around him and held him firm. Ron’s head curved away from the snow leopard, his eyes feral as he snarled at the croc. A sudden haze came over Clark as their eyes met, his mind instantly dominated as Ron’s dragon ancestry started to boil in his veins.

Dragons often took tributes in their dominion, and this apartment was a dominion, no matter how small. And when a drake found heat in his dominion…

Clark moaned, his eyes going soft as those eyes bore into him, into his soul, his body going limp as Ron gripped onto Teryx’s clothes and tore them away, starting with his pants. With his powerful claws, Ron removed the last bit of defense left as Teryx’s heat pad slapped the floor with a wet smack.

Instantly the musky smell of dragon rut mixed with snow leopard heat. It was intoxicating and flaring, burning, all consuming. The very edges of their vision were blurred as their flesh hummed and their minds fogged over with one thought and one thought only.

This dragon was going to lay claim to this heat, and no one would stop it.

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