Page 14 of The Dragon, the Bear, and Their Sugar Glider Omega

Chapter Ten

Rome

“It’s so busy in here. There’s nowhere to sit and talk,” Clay said.

My mind was spinning. I was still trying to wrap my mind around finding my mates. Two of them. And definitely fated. One look, and I felt as if I’d known them my whole life.

“Should we leave?” I asked.

“What do you say to our first date being shifting together?” Armel asked. “It’s safe here out back.”

Clay clapped his hands. “I love that idea.”

My dragon was already trying to kick down all the barriers inside me that held him in check. Shift with mates! “Yes. I love that idea, too.”

“Fantastic. Me, too.” Smiling, Armel led us through a back employee exit.

The stars were out, though dim from the bright lights of the city.

Behind Animals on the side of the building away from the beautiful San Diego city skyline was a forest that looked like it went on and on.

“It’s entirely private property,” Armel said.

“By private, do you mean shifter-owned?” I asked.

“Owned by Animals. Secured by Animals.”

The sounds of crickets and nightbirds enticed my dragon. The trees whispered to each other of wild delights. I could barely sit down on the changing bench to get my shoes and clothes off. My dragon wanted to shift now, clothing be damned.

Clay kicked off his shoes. “I’m so happy right now. This is incredible that we all met tonight.”

“It’s amazing,” Armel agreed.

“It’s magic,” I added, my hands shaking as I placed them on the collar of my shirt.

Clay let out a short laugh as he set his shoes aside. “Your dragon is eager.”

We barely knew anything about each other, but Clay was already in tune with me.

“I’ve been neglecting my shifting duties with him.”

“Poor guy. Let him know this is a safe space. He can fly over the treetops all he wants.”

“No more denying him. Now that you’re with us, now that we’re mates, you can come here any time to shift,” Armel said.

“Gods, I love the sound of that. Mates.” Clay let out a loud whoop.

“It’s still like a dream to me.”

I unbuttoned my shirt and made sure to fold it neatly. I wanted to return it to Dez in good condition.

Armel was fast at stripping. I watched him as he stood, stretching, his lithe form rippling in the dim light of the patio behind us. For a bear shifter, he wasn’t hairy at all. His toned skin beckoned to be stroked. His backside was rounded and firm. My cock hardened just to look at him.

Mate. Fly. Mate.

On my other side, Clay was just now unfastening his pants. His animal was small, but that didn’t mean he lacked in strength himself. His shoulders were broad, his chest puffed out leading to a small waist and very slim hips, revealed as he pushed everything off and slung the discarded clothes over his shoes. He turned to me, grinning.

My pants were the last to go. I pushed them away and stood up, grinning back at him.

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