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To Ashes

Chapter 10: Burning Out

Sneak Peek

“Miss Ashly," Tooth guided Asher from the bed to the bath to get him all presentable. “Did you need my help in the shower today?"

“Yes," Asher sighed, his legs shaking from that little love tap Fynx placed on his cheek. “If you could help me to the shower, I think I can handle the scrubbing, but I'll need a towel."

“Say no more Miss," the shark nodded, his thick accent calming the drake. Tooth brought the drake to the bench in the shower and went to go grab a towel. Asher didn't know why, but he felt safe around his protection detail. Maybe it's because that meant Fynx wasn't around.

The drake let that thought sink in. Fynx wasn't around…his mate. A warmth bloomed in his abdomen as he brushed his hand over his cheek where he last touched him, his other hand going down to brush over the hash marks. Asher gave a light gasp as they stung, aching with the need to be submissive. Each one of those hash marks were another cub in his womb, another life he could give his mate, Fynx deserved to breed, he deserved to be a father, the drake owed it to Fynx to be a mother…

No, Ashly screamed at him and slammed her hand on the display, the water spraying over the drake and snapping him out of it. Asher blinked and then grit his teeth. How could he fold so easily? This was going to be torture.

Asher cleaned himself, the warm water taking the pain from his bones and loosening his aching muscles. Despite how much Fynx liked to do the heavy lifting, he didn't let Asher slack on his dick sucking and anal. Now that the drake could think clearly, he tried to devise a plan to get away from this elephant sized mess, and there was only one way to eat an elephant.

One bite at a time.

First, he would need to figure out their itinerary and find some way to work with that. He could feel his alter ego nod in approval.

“Tooth?" Asher raised his voice as he started scrubbing his chest.

“Yes miss?" The shark poked his head in to hear, but his eyes were closed.

“Does Fynx have plans for us tonight? Is there anything I should be preparing for specifically?"

“The Boss has dinner reservations for Tempest tonight. It's that new place that debuted last week. He is taking you and wants you to be dressed for the occasion."

“Thanks," Asher nodded, even though the shark couldn't see him. “Do we have a spending limit today?"

“Boss has given you the same limit he did yesterday."

“Okay," Asher pursed his lips. “Am I allowed to leave the penthouse today?"

“I think the Boss could be persuaded. Where to?"

“I was hoping to maybe go to Xadia to pick out a new dress, and maybe get my makeup done."

“I can definitely get the Boss to sign off on that," the shark gave him a blind nod. “Though, we'll have to get some heat pads for you. Can't be having you fuming all over town."

“Seriously? He has those here?"

“No," Tooth waived off. “I'm texting Nail now. Do you know your size?"

“Just get me one of everything. I don't usually use pads so I'm not sure."

“Right, of course Miss," Tooth pulled himself away and Asher could hear the shark's claws clicking against his phone.

“Could he pick me up a cold compress too?" Asher asked. He had no idea how long he was going to be here, but a nice cooling pack might do him some good.

“We'll get you two so we can rotate them in the freezer," Tooth responded.

Asher put his head under the stream of water, letting it roll over his face as he recited the numbers in his mind. He had to be sure they were correct, but he didn't know if he could remember right. It just had to be good enough. He had a plan, but it would involve a lot of chance and a lot of luck. He might be able to pull it off…if the numbers were right.

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Fynx agreed to let Asher go to Xadia on the condition that he be closely guarded. In other words, he didn't trust that Asher wouldn't run. Not that he could even if he wanted to. Asher found it difficult to walk in a straight line, needing to hold onto Nail's arm to walk. He had never felt so exhausted or warm. Currently he was wearing a sweater dress, something more casual that Fynx allowed him outside of the penthouse. It was classy, designer, and had a built in knitted shawl that kept his shoulders warm, but he was trying to keep himself from sweating. Thank goodness he didn't have pants, the breeze was nice and cooling, but the pad against his pussy was not helping with the lack of ventilation. He swore he could peel that thing off of him and it was slap on the floor and ooze.

“You alright miss?" Nail asked. “We can rest if you want to."

“No," Asher sighed, gripping Nail's arm as hard as he could while trying to keep a straight face. “No, the store is just around the corner."

“Miss," Tooth put a cool paw on his shoulder. “I'll get you something cool from the smoothie place over there. The store will still be there in ten minutes."

“But our appointment—"

“Doesn't start until we get there," Tooth reassured the drake. “Your wellbeing is more important than a dress fitting. Now sit." The shark ordered.

Asher huffed, sitting down on a public bench. He almost believed the shark when he said he cared. If he didn't know who the two worked for he would have trusted them, but he knew what their job was. To keep him comfortable and safe so Fynx could continue his tapestry of scars on his body. Asher put a hand over his womb, the little ball of fire in his abdomen felt like a constant spray of heat from a hair dryer. Along with eight hash marks of pain.

Asher made the mistake of brushing up against them and he gave a little gasp as his body grew heavy, his womb felt hotter. Did…did he really want to do this? Who knows if it would even work? Fynx provides well enough and…if Asher was going to be a mother…who would be a better baby daddy…

“Don't worry Miss," Nail stood next to him, being just far away that Asher could cool himself without being so far he couldn't leap into action if something was to happen. Like anything ever happened at the mall. “He'll be back shortly."

“Could you get me some water?" Asher asked brushing his brow, a light glisten had settled into his brow, but he was already cooling off. The sweater dress was warm for the weather, but it was also airy. In the proper light, the creamy colors would be see-through.

“No can do Miss Ashly," Nail shook his head. “Can't have you unattended."

“Unsupervised more like it," Asher sighed and leaned back, the metal of the bench almost painfully cold. It was nice as the coolness shocked his neck before he settled in, his heat making his legs shake a little from that pain, but it was mild enough that it faded before edging into something more paralyzing.

“Here you go Miss," Tooth came back with an orange and red swirled drink.

“Yeah, thanks," Asher rolled his eyes and accepted the drink and started to sip on his smoothie. He was sure he looked like an entitled bitch bossing around her help. If they only knew.

Asher let the bursting flavor of mango and strawberries flow over his tongue. The sourness of the yogurt smoothed out the shocking sweetness and tang of the fruity mixture. The icy bits figuratively sizzling on their way down his heated throat and dripped icy droplets into his stomach. His eyes went wide as he drank the custom order he would have had if he were to go to the juice bar himself.

“How…How did you know?"

“We wouldn't be very good protection if we didn't know our clientele. How else would we be able to keep you happy?"

They put a positive spin on it, but Asher found the next gulp hard to swallow around the lump in his throat. This order was the specific one he added up and combined on his phone. He never spoke it out loud. He would just submit the order and pick it up when he got to the mall.

“How long has he been following me?" Asher demanded.

“Miss," Tooth's voice was sympathetic.

“No," Asher put up a finger. “Tell me."

“Miss Ashly," Nail tried to come in.

“Tell me or I'll scream," Asher warned.

“You scream, and we have clearance to use excessive force to stop you," Tooth responded by cracking his knuckles. “Please don't make us do that here Miss."

“Right," Asher narrowed his gaze. “You think Fynx would let you beat me? He never liked other's sloppy seconds. Even back in high school he made sure to get the first punches in."

Asher decided to sip on his drink, setting his poker face. He was calling a bluff and Tooth looked serious about the excessive force.

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