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To Ashes

Chapter 11: Kindling

Have you ever cried so hard you felt empty? Not tired, but empty. You could scream and gasp, heave and strain, but not another tear would fall. Try to imagine that while your body burned. Burned with the primal need to give in, to lay down and just let the earth swallow you whole pressed on your chest. A paradox of feeling more empty and hollow than you ever have in your life, and yet still so heavy that you might just collapse into the cavern where your heart used to be. Only, instead of just those two soul crushing feelings, there was a third of burning need. A broken promise that continued to burn in Asher’s womb like the clawing kittens that wanted to be born but were being denied the life they were promised. A devastating trifecta that paralyzed Asher until he fell into a fitful sleep.

His dreams were filled with angry, degrading words, his pussy being pounded by a barbed cock that wanted to break through him, claws that marked him over his chest and face.

“You’ll never leave me again.”

Asher woke, but it wasn’t like a jolt from a nightmare, but more of a slide into an even more painful reality. He slowly opened his eyes, a frown souring the drake’s peaceful expression, and then a light groan as he rolled out from his side. He was curled up in a ball on his bed, his sheets darkened from the heat laden juices that were dripping between his legs. Steam practically rolled up from his pussy, his cunt a swollen needy mess. The fur so matted that it looked pink from showing the flesh beneath. If he looked closely he could see the petals twitch with his heartbeat.

He had cum in his sleep and now his sheets were a mess.

Asher sighed, his eyes bloodshot as he rolled one leg off his bed, and then the other before they hit the carpet below. He gripped the sheets and tugged, the pitiful strength he had made it difficult, and every fiber of his being wanted to just lay down and die, but he refused to just let this be. It had been a day since the restaurant event and he had been trying to sleep off his feelings ever since. His sleep schedule was practically non-existent, but that was normal for heat. He glanced at his alarm clock and confirmed it was still the better half of two in the morning.

Eventually the fitted sheet recoiled from the far corner and pulled the blankets with it. He groaned, already short of breath as he balled all the sheets and blankets together and dragged them out of his room and to the washing unit. He started with the sheets and got them going before curling himself up in his blankets and just sat against the double decker unit. The slow rumble of the machine sent vibrations through the dragon as he cocooned himself in his blanket, the dirty part off to the side so he didn’t’ have to sit in his own mess. He shouldn’t have bothered, he made one shortly after with his dripping.

The drake leaned his head back against the cool metal of the washer, a gentle sigh parting his lips as the slow vibrations of the washer reminded him of a deep purr. Asher smiled, but his coo caught in his throat as tears tried to well up around his eyes, but they simply couldn’t. He pulled the blanket over his head and grit his teeth.

“Hey,” Marcus’s gentle voice came up to him. “What you doin’ bud? You okay.”

“No,” Asher managed to squeak out. “I don’t know.”

“What happened?” Marcus’s disembodied voice was coming from beside him. The drake couldn’t’ see the black bear, but he could feel his presence.

“I…my heat soaked my sheets.” Asher sighed and sniffed, smearing some of his snot on the blanket. He was going to wash it anyway.

“Oh, Hun, I can take care of your sheets for you.”

“I…I’m kind of tired of people doing things for me,” Asher gripped his legs and pulled them close, still in his cloth prison. A deep sense of unease would come when people told him to just sit and they’ll take care of things. He knew it was ludicrous to think that his sister or Marcus would do anything to betray him, but having a protection detail and all those shop owners act so nice only to help Fynx instilled some serious trust issues.

“Hey now,” Marcus’s gentle paw pushed back the blanket, the fabric peeling away from Asher’s head and horns, his ears flopping out and folding backwards as the drakes topaz eyes refused to look at the bear. “You don’t need to beat yourself up. This isn’t your fault. This was your heat getting to you.”

“I can’t be so sure…” Asher sniffed. “I…” Asher tried to confess that he sabotaged his own birth control, but only a shaky sob came out.

“Asher,” Marcus took Asher’s shoulders and firmly made him look at the big bear. Asher looked up, his eyes meeting Marcus’s. The big buy was wearing nothing but some pajama pants. “This wasn’t your fault. You were held against your will. Regardless of the circumstances before, you didn’t ask to be abducted. This wasn’t your fault. You don’t need to blame yourself. Your safe now, that’s all that matters.”

Another contradiction spiraled in Asher’s chest. He was safe from Fynx, but that also meant that Fynx would never finish the job of breeding him.

That he wasn’t with his mate…

“I…I think this heat is just really messing with me,” Asher sniffed.

“I feel that,” Marcus chuckled, the outline of his iron hard cock in his pants. “How about we get you cleaned up? I’ll handle the rest of your sheets and you can sleep in my bed if you’d like.”

“I’d just get your bed covered in my heat, you wouldn’t want that.” Asher paused as he felt Marcus take his hand. That large bear mitt cradled him so gently. Normally Asher would say he wasn’t so fragile, but in that moment, that tender touch was heaven sent.

“I don’t mind, Hun,” Marcus nuzzled his hand and gave him a little kiss on his knuckles. “I’d do anything for you. Even put up with an annoying hard on.”

Asher wasn’t in the mood to be romanced, but Marcus was so soft and gentle. This was the reason he fell for the big guy in the first place. He was so kind and gentle, supportive and caring. Normally Asher would be a little annoyed with Marcus’s coddling, but this time, it was soothing.

Asher took Marcus’s hand and pulled it close, nuzzling into it and pressing his cheek into his palm. It was cool to the touch, the dragon feverish from his heat.

“Okay,” Asher nodded. “That sounds good.”

“Good,” Marcus smiled, brushing the drake’s cheek with his thumb. “Do you need help to the shower?”

Asher pursed his lips, biting back a sob as he nodded.

“Okay, do you need a help up or do you need me to carry you?”

“I…I can stand…” Asher responded. The big black bear stood up, never letting go of Asher’s hand. He pulled and Asher came out of his cocoon. The dragon felt light headed from getting up so fast. He fell into Marcus’s chest, the bear’s gut soft and cool as well.

“Woah there, you sure you’re good to walk?”

“I’m…I think…”

“Okay Hun,” Marcus smiled and lifted the dragon up. It was slow and deliberate, the bear giving the dragon time to adjust to the shift and give consent. The big bear took him to the bathroom where he set him down on his feet in the shower. “Okay. I’ll get you a towel and I’ll let you do your thing.”

“Okay,” Asher just nodded and got to cleaning himself up. He ran the water, getting rid of any crusted cum or juice that found its way onto his fur. Then his hand brushed over the hash marks. He was surprised Marcus didn’t ask about them. They were clearly visible. Scabbed over and irritated. He brought his hand to the marks, parting his fur to really get a look at them. It stung a little, his heat telling him to stop and let his mate handle things, but…he just couldn’t help but look at them. One at a time he would count them, brushing his thumb over each hash mark until it sent a paralyzing shudder through him. He gripped the handle in the shower, his arms and legs shaking as the warm water ran over him.

“You okay in there?”

“I…yeah…I’m fine.” Asher steadied himself and continued to wash himself, paying extra attention to the hash marks to make sure they didn’t get infected.

When he finished and got his towel, he noticed a fresh set of his comfy sleeping clothes resting on the sink. Asher smiled and slipped them on. He wished he had more of those pads. He regretted not snagging a few more before going to that dinner. Asher came out of the bathroom, a rolling steam cloud following him. He liked the heat, but his heat made it difficult for him to not reach scalding levels of hot with his showers when he wanted warm. When he came out, Marcus was already setting up the couch for himself, the TV on and with low volume playing old show the two had seen a million times.

“You don’t have to do that,” Asher came out, still patting his hair dry with the towel.

“I’m not going to let you sleep on the couch,” Marcus responded. “I remember you slept on it wrong that one time and woke up with a really bad muscle pull. I couldn’t imagine what that would feel like in your heat.”

“No…I meant…we could both sleep in your bed if you want.”

Marcus paused and looked at the drake, a blush forming on his muzzle before he shook his head.

“No need Asher, really. You need your rest and I know how you don’t like my snoring.”

“Marcus…” Asher was rolling the towel between his arms, wadding it up like a taffy puller.

“For real though, I’m sure you’ll be more comfortable on your own.”

“I don’t want to be alone,” Asher let it come out. “I…hate how empty my bed makes me feel with no one else in it. I think it’s a heat thing, like my body is desperate for a mate and I don’t know if I can sleep without someone and I don’t really want to be left alone with my thoughts and—”

“Asher,” Marcus had come over and stopped the dragon from nervously kneading the towel. “It’s okay. We can share the bed if you want.”

“Thanks Marcus,” Asher didn’t look up. “You’re…so good to me even though I put you through all this trouble. I know it’s not easy being around someone with a heat so strong. I really don’t know why you put up with me.”

“I mean, isn’t it obvious?” Marcus chuckled squeezing the dragon’s hands a little bit more. “I don’t think I hide it or am really too covert with how I feel about you. I just know you’re not interested so…I don’t push the issue. It’s my problem, not yours. So, if you need a big bear to cuddle you while you sleep I promise not to do anything creepy while you do.”

Asher dropped the towel and leaned into Marcus’s chest, wrapping his arms around the big bear, his big belly cool to the touch. That’s the thing about fat. When you’re hot, your fat is actually quite cool. It insulates so the outside of it feels pretty nice when you’re burning up. So when Asher hugged that big bear, he took in a shuddery breath and let it out.

“Thanks Marcus,” Asher sighed. “Could…you help me to your bed? I can walk, I just need someone to lean on.”

“For sure, Hun,” Marcus hugged the little drake back, the dragon like a ball of fire. “Whatever you need.”

“Thanks,” Asher was truly grateful for Marcus. He literally saved him from the fate Fynx had planned for him. As much as he wanted to be fucked and filled by that Alpha snow leopard, he knew that wasn’t in his best interest. Even the times he didn’t ask for it, Marcus was just sort of…always there.

Marcus took Asher’s hand and walked them into his bedroom. Marcus’s room was always so organized. Desks with book holders for his few journals and fantasy stories. His gaming set up was dark, usually a Chroma of colors. His bed was a queen and took up most of the room. Asher lifted the blanket, even that comforter felt heavy, and crawled underneath it. Marcus waited for Asher to get settled before he settled in too.

And they laid there.

Asher was curled up on the side of the bed and he could feel the presence of the big bear behind him, but he could tell he was tense.

“You okay there Marcus?” Asher asked.

“Yup,” Marcus responded quickly. “Yup, I’m fine, don’t worry about it.”

“Okay,” Asher smiled. Even though he couldn’t see the bear, he knew exactly what face he had. Wide eyes and a tense line for his lips. “Ya know, if you want, we can cuddle.”

“I’m fine,” Marcus responded, his voice getting a little tight.

“Sure,” Asher smiled to himself. “I think it’ll really help me fall asleep if you did.”

“Okay…um…how about this,” Marcus adjusted so his hand was on Asher’s hip. “Is that good?”

Asher took in a deep breath. That large hand felt like a weighted blanket and soothed him.

“Yes,” the dragon admitted. “Very good. You can do more if you want.”

“No, I think I’ll be good.”

“I know you have a boner Marcus,” Asher said it out loud so it was in the open. “It’s not your fault.”

“I…I know…but I don’t think you need someone grinding against you in your sleep right now.”

“Fair enough,” Asher huffed humorously before closing his eyes. “Goodnight Marcus.”

“’Night Asher,” Marcus responded, and then the breathing got very even as they slipped into sleep.

Asher’s dream was full of warm fur and tender touches, held close and protected. His pussy was wet and warm, and then he felt something against it. Asher opened his eyes. He had rolled over in his sleep and was held close to Marcus’s chest, his thick dick pressing against his mound as the bear grumbled in his sleep.

“Fu….Ash……our…family….zzzzz,” the black bear was clearly having a dream, his pre soaking through his boxers and his pajama pants.

“Marcus?” Asher gently pushed against the bear’s chest, the bear’s arms gripping him closer, but not painfully so. “Marcus? I think you’re sleep molesting me again.”

It was a thing when they were dating. Marcus would get horny in his sleep and kiss over Asher, cuddle and tease him, and as soon as Asher was awake, the bear would roll over and snore. Not this time.

“Marcus?”

“Huh?” The bear was roused from his sleep.

“You’re doing that thing,” Asher pushed away gently.

“OH, fuck, I’m so sorry,” Marcus was groggy and started pulling himself away, but Asher stopped him.

“No, it feels nice…I just…didn’t want you getting out of hand.”

“Shit,” Marcus groaned, whipping the sleeps from his eyes with his thick paw. “I didn’t mean to wake you or whatever.”

“Don’t worry about it…” Asher nuzzled into Marcus’s chest and murred.

“You…you sure you’re okay?”

Asher didn’t respond at first. He simply enjoyed being against that big bear, smelling his musk, the smell of his shampoo, the tender and gentle caress of his paws on his body.

Asher knew he shouldn’t do it, but he did anyway. He moved a hand up Marcus’s chest and into the thick scruff of his mane. The dragon pulled himself up, or more accurately Marcus let his head bow to the weak pull of that dragon. Their lips met and Asher shuddered.

“I’m better than okay,” Asher broke the kiss for just a moment to say that before going back in for more.

“Asher, are you okay with this?” Marcus asked, but came back to kiss the dragon.

“Why are you asking?” Asher pulled the bears muzzle closer, answering his question with a question as their breath mingled.

“I just don’t want you doing this because of your heat…but because you want to.”

“I’ve never wanted anything more,” Asher was looking for the right words to cause Marcus to pounce on him. “You saved me Marcus. I owe you my life.”

“You don’t owe me anything,” Marcus replied, his thumb gently brushing Asher’s cheek.

“I owe you everything,” Asher pushed his lips against Marcus’s again. The drake could tell Marcus was having a hard time resisting, but he wasn’t giving in just yet. Asher broke the kiss with a sly grin as he crossed his legs, his thighs gripping onto Marcus’s thick dick and gently rolling his hips.

“A-Asher,” Marcus gasped.

“What?” Asher played dumb as he gently gyrated his hips forward and back, that thick boner already wet in its fabric prison from the pre oozing out of it.

“Oh fuck babe—” Marcus cut himself off as he called Asher babe.

“You can call me whatever you want Marcus,” Asher murred, his thigh gap thoroughly filled with the bear’s thick boner. He wasn’t nearly as long as Fynx, but Marcus was packing. “I’ve been craving ‘The Thickness’ for a while now.” Asher brought up the old name he had for the bear’s dick as he continued to slick his hips over it.

“I…oh fu…mnf…I uh…” Marcus moaned softly, his deep voice rolling through them both as his large paws roamed over the drake. Asher had toned up and gotten fitter since they were last dating. After their breakup Asher hit the gym and changed his diet so as to keep it tighter. Marcus never really cared for any of that kind of stuff, his husky frame a testament to his lifestyle, but he wasn’t weak. He was a strongman, his muscles hidden beneath a healthy lair of fat and a gut. A gut that was currently pressed against Asher as he swayed his hips back and forth, thigh fucking himself through their clothes.

Asher’s abdomen tingled and burned, pleasure trickling between his petals as he stroked that boner through the bear’s pajama bottoms. Marcus’s green eyes rolled back into his skull as his one hand cupped Asher’s firm ass and the other cradled the cocky dragon’s neck and pulled him into a kiss while gently thrusting into those crossed legs.

Asher could pinpoint the exact moment where Marcus gave in. The bear’s thick fingers gripped his ass and thrusted forward, the next moment his maw was being filled with tender bear tongue.

“Fuck, Asher,” Marcus moaned, their hot breath filling the space between them.

“Don’t call me Asher,” the drake gasped. “Call me Babe…please…”

“Fuck Babe,” Marcus moaned as he thrusted, that cock slipping between those toned thighs and brushing against Asher’s mound.

“Fuck babe,” Asher breathed, his thighs flexing as he gripped that dick just the way the bear liked. Marcus was never much into penetrative sex. That was just fine for the drake. Asher shuddered, the silky fabric of his panties sliding against his cunt was sending waves up his spine.

“Fuck yeah babe, holy…mnffff,” Marcus moaned, thrusting a bit faster, his hips smacking against the drake’s.

Fuck yes, Asher thought, fucking use me. Fucking use me as a masturbation aid. Warmth built into Asher’s loins as Marcus fucked those thighs, his fabric clad boner sliding in and out between those sopping legs. He was moving faster and faster, the bed gently swaying with the force of his thrusts as his hips started to smack against Asher’s. The light slapping sent a shockwave that ran up into his cunt and made the drake’s toes fan in pleasure.

Then Marcus started to slow down.

“Are you okay?” Marcuas asked. “I mean, I’m going pretty hard and you stopped moving. I don’t want to hurt you or anything.”

“No, don’t stop,” Asher started swaying his hips back and forth. “It was just getting good.”

“I mean, it’s fucking hot, but I know your heat makes you sensitive to pain. Does that slapping hurt?”

“Marcus, stop thinking so hard about it,” Asher thrusted forward, his thighs gripping harder, the hot pre and fem cum welling up from their underwear and slicking the sliding thrusts.

“I know, but—”

Asher silenced the bear with a kiss. The drake gripped the bear’s scruff, filling Asher’s fingers as he pulled him forward. He was tired of listening to the bear and he needed this so bad. He was used to the rough and thankless actions of his bully, his rapist, his tormentor. This tender touch was a nice change of pace, albeit frustrating.

Marcus gave a little bear grunt, his hips going back into action as they flew into that thigh-fucking, his hips deliberate with their thrusts. Asher kept moving faster until his thighs were smacking against Marcus’s again. There it was, the nice, sweet sing of pleasure, the paralyzing sting of pain searing its way through his hips.

Then Marcus slowed down again.

“Are you okay?”

“Marcus,” Asher was about to snap, but he calmed himself. “lay on your back.” He ordered.

The bear’s eyes went wide and pulled his sopping boner from those thighs and obeyed, he laid back, his eyes nervous. Asher pulled his shorts off, his arms shaky and his legs weak. Marcus was going to help the drake, but Asher slapped his hand out of the way. It took some doing, but Asher pulled himself up so his face rested against the headboard and his pussy was right on Marcus’s face. Asher hooked his feet into Marcus’s armpits as he descended down.

This’ll shut you up. Asher kept that comment to himself as he pressed his pheromone laced pussy against the maw of that black bear. The bear gave a grunt before his thick lips parted and that thick tongue lapped against it.

Asher gave out a high pitched wine as his spine tingled. His claws dug into the headboard as Marcus started to work over his favorite treat. When they were together, nothing made Marcus more happy than using Asher’s thigh as a pillow and eating him out for hours. But now, with the added pheromones, Marcus was more aggressive.

His lips smacked as he nuzzled that hood, his nose pressing against that clit as he made out with that pussy. Thick smacking and popping could be heard as his tongue lulled over those folds. Asher’s toes flexed, his back arching as his fur stood on end. Powerful paws came up to cup his ass and the other to brush over his belly. Marcus gently kneaded that ass in tandem with his talented lips, the motion pulling that cunny closer for him to lick it up, the bear feasting on his favorite honey pot. The bear’s other paw brushed over Asher’s womb, causing the drake to flinch as Marcus touched the hash marks.

“What’s that—”

“No talking,” Asher order as he pushed down on Marcus’s maw. The bear shuddered, his tongue lulling over those folds, kissing every bruise, lapping at every petal, finding every crease and crevice to work over.

That’s when Marcus’s tongue lulled into that hole. Asher gave a shuddering moan, his claws digging into the headboard as he gently moved in tandem with Marcus’s prodding tongue. All the while that nose pressed and circled around that clit, making sure it got all the attention it needed before hot breaths would huff from that nose over it. The mixes of sensations were almost overwhelming.

Then a particular lick sent a shock up Asher’s spine, forcing him to arch his back as that tongue lulled over a crease in his sexy silk. A mark from the snow leopard’s barbs, a scar left behind of ownership that Marcus was lapping up.

Oh fuck yeah, fucking taste what a real man can do when he takes his property. Asher’s mind was going wild, drool dribbling from his muzzle as the mix of pleasure and pain sent shockwaves of pleasure up his spine and waves of paralyzing pain through his loins. It wasn’t pain exactly as much as it was the memory of pain.

Marcus did his signature move of pulling his tongue out and rolling his “R’s” over the dragon’s clit and Asher popped off. His cunt quivered, clenching before he squirted. That bear latched onto that stream like a cub to a mother’s tit, slurping that honey down as it dribbled down his chin and matted his fur. Asher didn’t realize he was screaming until he was coming down from his orgasm.

Normally Asher would tell Marcus he could keep going, always waiting for consent, but this time Marcus went right back to eating that pussy. The bear’s large maw opened and his lips curved and popped over those sensitive bits, throwing the pussy boy into another orgasm.

That’s right, fucking taste him on me. Fucking lick up his handiwork! Asher’s mind was ablaze with pleasure as Marcus continued to worship that pussy, his lips working around that clit and his tongue flittering over it rapidly, causing the drake’s lips to drool and dribble. The pheromones filling Marcus’s mind made him voracious with his feasting on that peach.

Asher’s tail was flicking around behind him and bumped into the iron hard rod that was Marcus’s dick. Asher managed to look over his shoulder just long enough to see the bear’s cock was shooting cum through his pajama bottoms, thick wads sloshing out of the fabric as it twitched in his musky prison. Asher’s tail had a strand of cum on it from brushing over that thick rod, and he wasn’t going to leave his friend hanging.

Asher’s tail shakily wrapped around Marcus’s shaft, gripping it, the fabric oozing his cum from his first orgasm. Asher started to stroke that cock, a hungry growl coming from Marcus’s maw as he doubled his efforts on that pussy. Marcus’s fingers on the dragon’s ass went between his ass cheeks, his thumb brushing the base of that pussy while his fingers rubbed over his abused pucker. Pain shot its way through the drake, his ass not fully recovered, his body feeling heavy as he drooped down harder on Marcus’s muzzle, the bear taking it as a sign to go harder.

And he did!

That bear was a pussy eating machine, his tongue lulling over, glazed in cunny honey, and looking to get more from that honeypot. His lips smacked over that clit, his tongue rolling over it as he continued to work over those puffy lips. Kissing each one with reverence as he continued to work over those petals and slurp further into that sexy silk. Those walls had folds, little folds from Fynx’s barbs that he enjoyed flicking between each one, his thick tongue unable to do one at a time, but still he tried.

Asher was a drooling mess, his body shuddering at the sensations all around him. His heat keeping the bear in a constant state of feeding frenzy.

This went on for hours, long into the morning where the city just started to illuminate itself. Marcus was exhausted, his face and chest coated in pheromone honey, his pajama bottoms a musky pool of his cum, his balls empty, dick still twitching, and Asher sated for now.

As the bear laid snoring on the bed, Asher fluttered between the waking world and his dream world, a deep sense of accomplishment washing over him. He knew deep in his bones that he had reached it, that this was it.

The dragon put an onyx claw on his abdomen and pushed in until a stinging pain shot through him. A silent gasp was placed on the drake’s face as he slowly, jaggedly scratched across his abdomen until the final hash mark was there.

“Nine…” the drake huffed before falling asleep.

***

Asher awoke the next morning to find Marcus had already showered and made breakfast for the two of them. He had Asher’s favorite foods. French toast with jam and blueberry syrup. A nice warm coffee with his favorite expensive creamer that he only got on certain occasions. It was a feast.

“I know last night doesn’t change things,” Marcus admitted as he munched on his French toast. “I mean…it’s your heat and stuff, but last night…I feel like we should talk about it.”

“I loved it,” Asher smiled, the drake having cleaned himself off. “I loved everything about it.” Asher felt a sour chord play in his heart. He knew it wasn’t the full truth. There were moments he knew he imagined Fynx’s dirty talk and words, but how could he dash the black bear’s drams so easily. Besides, he was a good man. Marcus had always been there. Why shouldn’t he just give in and be with the big doofus. Even if he didn’t satisfy every single sexual desire…it’s not like they couldn’t work on it.

“I loved it too, but I wanted to let you know I’ll give you your space. We can revisit this once you’re over your heat.” Marcus was visibly excited, but he was being practical, keeping his heart guarded. It almost pained Asher to see him that way.

“I don’t think we need to wait too long,” Asher smiled, putting his hand on Marcus’s, the big bear blushing and taking a hard gulp before washing it down with fresh squeezed OJ.

“I…I um…I bought you heat pads,” Marcus changed the subject. “I don’t know if they’re the right size, but I asked my sisters and they gave me some suggestions.”

“My heat getting to you that bad?” Asher smirked.

“Yes,” Marcus said, a goofy grin on his face as his eyes looked like they were miles away. “But it’s more so you can leave the apartment without making every man uncomfortable.”

“I get it,” Asher rolled his eyes. “Where are they?”

“Oh, I ordered them on that dashing app or whatever,” Marcus dismissed Asher with a wave of his hand. “They should be here soon.”

There was a buzz at the door.

“Or maybe there’ here right now,” Marcus chuckled. “Quick stuff. Oh yeah, your sister called and she wanted to take you out phone shopping again. Do you want to call her back?” Marcus handed his phone over to Asher, the dragon punching in his code and opening the phone.

“Yeah, sure,” Asher shrugged.

Marcus pressed the button for the delivery person to come up with the pads while Asher started texting his sister. A news alert came up on the phone and Asher furrowed his brow. He clicked on the news alert and it showed Fynx having been arrested on several accounts of embezzlement, money laundering, human trafficking, and so much more. His bail was set at fifty million. Asher scrolled through the article and his eyes went wide at an edited portion.

“Posted bail?” Asher’s eyes went wide. Another alert came through, the delivery app saying that their order was just picked up.

There was a knock at the door.

“Marcus,” Asher looked over at the black bear, but as soon as the lock was undone, the door burst open. Marcus’s scream was covered up by a powerful shark paw, a rag in his hand causing the bear to struggle before going limp. It was Tooth!

Before Asher could react, Nail came running in after and grabbed onto Asher, a rag being placed on his face, the chemical smell causing his mind to go foggy, his heat making it even more difficult to focus as he fell into the grizzly bear’s arms.

“Targets acquired boss,” Tooth said in his thick accent. Those were the last words Asher heard before he slipped into oblivion.

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