Page 15 of The Dragon, the Bear, and Their Sugar Glider Omega

Go. Now. Shift. Mate.

Armel moved toward us. “You’re both so beautiful. I don’t know if I can contain myself.”

Clay and I both laughed.

“Who’s first?” Clay asked.

“We can shift at the same time,” Armel replied.

“I want to see Rome’s dragon,” Clay said.

“That’s perfect because he’s practically going rogue inside me.” I moved a few steps forward, my cock bobbing. I wasn’t embarrassed. My mates were in the same condition. It felt fantastic to be naked and facing a forest again. This was like home for me but better because my flight was not around to annoy me. And better because I was with my true mates.

I’d not yet given my dragon permission, but the familiar gravity fluctuations had already begun. The shift, like a slide into dreaming while awake, took hold of me. There was a spirally feeling in my mind and a twist in my gut, and suddenly I was looking down at my human mates from over twelve feet high.

“He’s a big one!” Clay spread his arms wide.

“Gorgeous,” Armel shouted. “Just look at him.”

Other shifters were often fascinated by we who were, by human myth-telling, more fantasy types of creatures. But really, I was a big blue lizard with wings and yellow eyes. Our distant legends told of ruling the skies and terrorizing the world. In reality, most dragons were gentle, peaceful beasts unless someone messed with our hoard. Then we got aggressive. For those who hoarded money, it made them quite aggressive and successful at business and investing.

“Go on, Rome! Fly for us! We want to see,” Armel yelled.

I spread my wings, slowly moving them up and down. They made a sound like a ruffled sail on the wind. I took a few steps forward, preparing to lift but stumbled.

How shameful. It really had been too long, and I was sorry.

“It’s okay, Rome. You can do it. It’s just been a long time that you’ve been cooped up, love.” That was Clay. So sweet and encouraging.

I took another few steps, this time getting off the ground a few feet before skidding into the dirt again, my claws flexing.

“Third time’s the charm,” Armel called out.

I overcame my chagrin and took off again. This time, a little breeze came along and wafted me up and up. I was flying. Finally!

I looked down to see Armel’s body slide into bear form. Beside him was a little sugar glider standing on his hind legs. He was tiny, but my dragon vision could easily spot him. He could fly, too, but, for him, it was more of a glide from tree to tree. In other words, we would not be flying together.

I flew up and away from my mates and pumped my wings. Quickly, I was over the forest, my blood racing, my body and thoughts filled with joy. I swerved a lot, flying in an almost zigzag pattern, unwilling to stop. The wind rippled around me. My dragon gave out a loud, echoing cry of utter bliss.

Far behind me, my excellent dragon senses heard my mates running into the forest. They would never catch up.

About a mile out, I circled back to find them. They had both stopped in a beautiful clearing big enough for me to set my huge body down in.

As soon as I set down, I furled my wings. The sugar glider ran over to me, and I unfurled the left so it dragged the ground. He climbed right up and sat on my back. My dragon let out a cooing sound.

Omega. Mate.

The bear ambled toward me, stood on his hind legs, and leaned against my armored chest. He licked it then rubbed his head all over me.

Alpha. Mate.

My dragon actually wagged his tail.

It was all so amazing it had to be a dream. We three had just met, yet we fit together as if we’d known each other for years. Fate had made us pieces of each other’s puzzle. We just had to find one another amid the vastness of the world. Easy? Not. Fate had to have intervened. It was the only thing that made sense.

What if I hadn’t gone with Dez to Animals tonight? What if I hadn’t gotten my night shift off? Sure, maybe there would have been other ways for me to eventually get to Animals. Some day. Some night. But then, would these two have been in the same place at the same time as well?

I didn’t question the how. But the why was there at the surface of my thoughts, corny as it was. Love found a way. It was an energy that had intelligence. An entity unto itself. Or so I believed right now on this rare and magical evening.

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