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A dark shadow fell over his eyes, making the piercing red of them glow eerily, pupils turning into slits.

Slowly, the corner of his lips curled up, the men in front of him feeling dread sink deep into their stomachs at the gleaming eyes and sinister smile pointed at them. It felt as if an overbearing pressure was pressing down on their shoulders, forcing them into submission. Kneeling onto their hands and knees, like the dogs they were.

Titling his head back, slim fingers slid through short dark locks, an amused chortle escaping from upturned lips.

“My, oh my, what do we have here?”

Slipping his hands into his pockets, he watched the men squirm from where they stood. Watched as they glanced at each other with weary expressions, sweat beading around their brows from the overwhelming presence he exuded.

With such a domineering, relentless aura it had to be him.

Choi San.

Heir to the Choi clan. An alpha.

And a demon.

Well in the literal sense. 

San was human through and through but the way he handled things, took charge and commanded those around him. How he was able to have someone lose all hope with just the upturn of lips and curved eyes. The methods he used to seek out the truth from enemies and betrayers alike.

He was raised to be a merciless killer, to rule as the head of his clan, and take over empires.

The Emerald Dragon.

At such a young age, he made a name for himself. Rumors started to spread of the oldest Choi brother but soon those rumors became factual. From the mouths of his victims first hand experience; well those who survived them, that is. 

His men respected him immensely and pledged their loyalty to him until death takes them. Those who decided to betray him were fools, lamb to the slaughter once their betrayal was known. You can try to run and hide but San will always find his target.

Enemies never were able to win one over him, for he was always one step ahead. 

Weaknesses?

No such thing when it came to San.

Shocking, I know. But as was mentioned before he was a demon. An unrelenting dragon. And this dragon had no weaknesses, for his supposed “weakness” wasn’t weak at all.

Steps echoed throughout the room, a sweet, ambrosial aroma filling it. 

And here they come.

San watched the mens’ expressions morph into shock as the person’s face came into view.

“How are you free?!? We had you tied up and gagged, our best men keeping guard!” The ringleader shouted, brows furrowed in bewilderment.

A tan hand rose to cover rosy, freckled lips as a giggle was let out. Eyes squinting in amusement, they fluttered their lashes at the ringleader. 

“Please, as if a simple rope can keep me bound. And those ‘best men’ you speak of? Pathetic.”

As they came closer to the crowd of men, the more the sense of despair sinked in. The ringleader was at a loss for words as he watched them come to a stop next to San. Watched as San wrapped a strong arm around a lithe waist, tugging them into his side, tan arms coming around a pale neck.

Watched as they leaned up to press petal, soft lips against those of San’s.

Watched as they turned their head in his direction, facial features morphing into a sinister one. Enjoyment swimming in the dark pools of his eyes, as a sickeningly sweet smile bloomed. 

Watched as they mouthed words only meant for him, “Caught you.”

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Two hours earlier.

The man watched as the person sat outside on the patio, long legs crossed and white, fluffy tail swaying behind them, sipping from a cup.

He couldn’t help but let his eyes wander on their figure, considering how alluring their body was. 

He had been trailing them ever since they left their home. Watching from a safe distance, watching as their hips swayed with every step they took, their tail curled up seductively. Their long, tan legs were exposed for the world to see, showcasing thick thighs and a voluptuous behind, which seemed to taunt the man with every jiggle. 

Oh, how he wished he could be between them. Maybe once they have them in their custody, the boss will let him.

Returning his eyes back to them, he let his eyes fleet around their features as they turned their face. And wow, the rumors don’t compare to the real thing. On top of pure white and black strands, sat pointed, white ears which flickered at every sound. Doe, shiny eyes framed by thick white lashes could make one fall deep into them. A straight, curved nose which balanced out their features well. Flickering his eyes left, he spotted a freckle kissing under their left eye before noticing another on the bottom half of plump, pomegranate colored lips. The whispers and rumors which circulated the underground scene about the Emerald Dragon’s unknown mate were true it seems. 

Jung Wooyoung.

Youngest of the Jung Clan. An omega and arctic fox hybrid.

And the one and only mate of the Emerald Dragon. 

His only weakness.

His group really hit the jackpot finding the Emerald Dragon’s mate. Now that he’s in their sights, they can take him as their hostage and use him as leverage against Choi San.

So he waited idly in the alleyway across the coffee shop, watching Wooyoung sip at his drink before he finally decided it was time to make his move. Standing up straight, he puffed out his chest before marching his way across the street. 

Wooyoung had been enjoying himself, taking in the scenery as he sipped his tea, that was until a shadow fell over him. Placing the cup down, he turned his body around, innocence slipping onto his face as he peered up curiously at the male in front of him. 

Considering the strong, horrendous scent that surrounded him, he must be an alpha. Stomping down the urge to roll his eyes, he simply widened them at the man, willing the man to speak. And speak he did.

Oozing faux confidence, the man smiled down at Wooyoung, “Sorry, I was simply strolling down the street when I spotted such a rare beauty, that I just had to get a closer look. You, my dear, will look absolutely stunning on the cover of the fashion magazine I work for.” Throwing his hands up, his eyes shined bright. “I can see it now, you laid out on dark fur, with your pure white animal features  and a white dress hugging your figure. Yes, yes you’ll make headlines, my dear.”

Returning his attention back to Wooyoung, he coughed, rubbing his neck when he noticed the pink flush that covered his cheeks. He definitely will get a taste of him.

“Ah, I apologize, I didn’t mean to get off track with my rambling,” feigning a look of sheepishness, he smiled awkwardly at Wooyoung.

Bringing a tan hand up, Wooyung giggled, softly smiling up at the man. “It’s quite alright, I’m used to being randomly approached and scouted or asked out by others.” Lowering his head, he peered up at him through lashes as he tucked a strand of white hair behind a bestudded ear. “In fact, I found it quite sweet how you think I’m that stunning to even be in a magazine.”

As Wooyoung played coy, he saw the alpha’s pupils darkened, a tartness filling the air quickly from his obvious arousal. 

Bending down, the alpha leaned into Wooyoung’s personal space, his breath fanning against an unblemished cheek. “If you’re free, by chance would you like to accompany me right now to the studio?

Just as he spoke, a chime came from the phone placed screen down on the table. Reaching for it, Wooyoung peered at the man, who got the hint and backed up a bit. He watched his eyes fleet across the screen before typing a reply back. Placing it back on the surface, Wooyoung leaned his body up towards the male, a bit of his cleavage being put on display as he smiled invitingly.

“You’re just in luck, it would seem my schedule has been cleared.”

Smiling in triumph, he lent a hand out to Wooyoung, “Shall we then?”

Placing a smooth hand on rough palms, Wooyoung stood, “Lead the way.”

Hook, line, and sinker.

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30 minutes earlier

Squirming in his seat, Wooyoung could feel the rope tighten around his arms, digging rashly against his skin. Those fuckers are so dead if this shit leaves marks on my skin. Especially that filthy alpha. How dare he touch what isn’t his.

Seething in his seat, Wooyoung thought back to three hours ago when the plan was set to lure the enemy by using him as bait. Of course it worked perfectly, no one can resist his charm after all.

After they left the coffee shop, the alpha had led him to an alleyway where he was then slammed into the wall and gagged with chloroform. Before he knew it, his vision was dancing with black spots before he succumbed to the darkness.

He had been in and out of subconscious, one moment he was in a van, the next he could smell that same tartness as his thigh was groped. The next time he came through, he was tied up and gagged to a chair in an empty room. 

That was ten minutes ago.

And in less than ten minutes their plan will come to completion.

“Time to escape,” Wooyoung whispered, lips pulling into a smirk. Extending a claw, he started to saw at the rope, keeping a constant motion til he felt the rope loosen around his wrist. Gathering it in his hands, he pulled it together to make it look as if it was still wrapped around him.

Sniffing the air, Wooyoung could smell three alphas and one beta. Two of the alphas were posted in front of the door where he was held, keeping guard. The third alpha was standing in front of the exit while the beta was outside guarding it.

Easy, peasy.

Five minutes to go.

Groaning loudly, Wooyoung acted as if he just came through, lolling his head around. 

At the noise, one of the alphas peered between the bars, watching the omega squirm around. Just like any being with a sex drive, he couldn’t help but trail his eyes at Wooyoung’s legs. The omega was a looker indeed, oh the things he would do if he had the chance. Turning his head to his partner, he nudged him, tilting his head in Wooyoung’s direction.

“It would seem sleeping beauty has finally woken up from his slumber.” Wiggling his eyebrows, he smirked, “Should we have some fun before he becomes fully conscious?”

Turning to look at Wooyoung, the other alpha smiled crookedly, leering at the omega as well. Removing the key attached to his belt loop, he slid it into the keyhole, turning it and unlocking the door. With a push the door opened wide. 

From under his hair, Wooyoung watched the pair as they loomed in the entrance, watching him with twisted faces.

Come on, come closer.

Rolling his neck, he tipped his head to the back of the chair, his tan, unmarked neck on display. And just like a switch, a foul pungent odor filled the room.

Steps could be heard getting closer to Wooyoung before stopping in front of him. He could feel a puff of hot air hitting his neck. Resisting the urge to coil back in disgust, Wooyoung stayed still, waiting for an opening to make his move.

Not even a second later, the alpha turned his head in his partner’s direction, and in that split second, he got his chance.

Quick as a flash, Wooyung sprung forward, jabbing the knife he had hidden in his skirt into the man’s neck. Pulling it along it until blood spurted out of the wound, spraying the other alpha. Wooyoung watched as the soon to be dead man fumbled around, grappling for air before he stilled and slumped to the floor in a heap, blood pooling around him.

Getting up from the chair Wooyoung untied the cloth around his mouth, throwing it to the ground along with the rope before crouching down next to the dead alpha. Ignoring the eyes of the other alpha on him, he pulled the knife out of his neck, making sure to not get a drop of it on him. He sat there on the balls of his feet inspecting his work, his tail swaying calmly. All the while the one who still remained breathing, although not for long, stood shocked still over the two. 

Wooyoung's ears twitched with every labored breath he took. He could smell his scent go sour as well as a slowly decaying one. 

Having gotten his fill, he stood up. At the movement the alpha went on guard, his tail bristling in aggression and mouth twisted into a snarl. When Wooyoung took a step towards him, he took a step back. Then he stopped, sensing the third alpha making his way to their location.

Even with all the commotion, they never moved from their post till now.

Sensing the other as well, the dog hybrid turned to him when he had stopped at the doorway. The third alpha flicked his eyes at the dead body on the floor, to Wooyung, then at other alpha. 

“Thank heavens you’re here, let’s kill the b-,” with a choked off sputter, his vision started to blacken as he stared back at the culprit, who simply grinned back. In a matter of seconds, his life was taken away and he didn’t even see it coming. With one last exhale of air, he fell backwards, joining his partner in death.

The culprit put his gun down, bowing in half towards the omega. “Madam, the young master has made his presence known. Shall we make our way?”

Wooyoung’s tail and ears perked up at the mention of San. But before he can meet his mate, he still has business here to finish. “First I wish to dispose of the other guards, I do enjoy it whenever I get the chance to make my mark.”

“Very well then.” 

The guard followed Wooyoung silently, as the omega skipped his way to the poor, unaware beta, his tail swaying happily in the air.

Oh, how much fun he had.

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Present time.

San stared down at the beautiful omega by his side; the man he called his mate. Looking at him, as he instilled fear into their enemies, he couldn’t help but fall deeper in love with him. 

I must have a taste.

Placing two fingers under his chin, he pulled Wooyoung’s head towards him, tearing the stand off he was having with the ring leader. Wooyung let himself be maneuvered, tilting his head up, locking eyes with San’s. Wooyung felt like puddy, watching the way San looked at him. He could feel the way his insides warmed, how the panties he wore, slowly started to soak from his excitement.

The effect Choi San had on him and all with a simple look. This was the Emerald Dragon. His mate.

San’s slitted eyes darkened when his nose picked up hints of honeyed mandarin, the scent sweetening greatly. But he slowly started to smell other foul scents wafting in the air. Growling, his lips pulled into a snarl as the scents got stronger. 

Tightening his hold around his waist, he wrapped his hand around Wooyoung’s throat before diving in. Plunging into the sweetness that was his mate, he felt himself sink deep into him. Moving his lips against soft ones, he nibbled on a fat lower lip, sucking it into his mouth before releasing it. He felt Wooyoung’s moan against his lips at the action before letting a split tongue slither out. 

Feeling San’s tongue lick at his lips, he let them part, letting San slip in easily. He could feel the wet appendage reconnect with his insides, greeting his tongue with a slurp, sucking it into its own home. He felt as if San was trying to suck his whole being into him, absorbing him, for he was San’s and San’s alone. His heart, blood, and soul were all his to have.

Ah. I understand now.

San was showing his mark on him to the others. Making it clear, that Wooyoung was his omega and no one can touch what belongs to him. 

At the thought of being San’s possession, he felt himself shake in ecstasy, slick sliding down a tan leg. His tail went bone straight before going limp as he felt his eyes roll back.

Just as he was about to wrap a leg around a slim waist, San pulled away. With his breathing labored, he looked just as debauched as Wooyoung felt. Nose twitching, Wooyoung can smell the scent he loved dearly, the scent tasting sweet on his tongue.

Pulling away from his alpha, he smoothed his hands down his neckline, fixing the collar before running them down broad shoulders. Standing on his tippy toes, he pressed a sweet kiss of promise against the mole on his cheek. “Five minutes, alpha, omega will be counting,” he whispered against it before pulling away. Throwing a sweet smile, he turned before making his way to the wall. With his tail coiling seductively in the air and slick sticky between his legs, he was pure sin.

San watched him go with deep hunger darkening his eyes, pupils in deep slits. With Wooyoung’s promise and a wink thrown his way, he started the timer in his head. Five minutes, for omega is waiting.

The moment he tore his eyes away from Wooyoung, the first shot was fired, leaving its mark in the middle of the ring leader’s forehead. San watched his eyes glaze before he fell to a heap on the floor. Of course San had to show an example of those who touch what isn’t theirs.

As if a signal, all hell broke loose, shots firing from both sides, San’s man and the enemies fighting it out. 

And San stood in the middle of it all, feeling at peace despite all the blood that splattered onto him. He was in his element, after all this was what he was born to do. 

As he stabbed an alpha in the eye, some of their blood splashing onto his face, he felt Wooyoung nudge into his mind, reminding him of their time limit. Bringing his gun to the alpha’s head, he pulled the trigger, blood falling in rivers behind him. Unbuttoning two buttons of his shirt, he loosened his tie before turning Wooyoung’s way. 

“One minute, darling,” he mouthed at Wooyoung before turning and snapping the neck of a beta who tried to swipe at him.

I’ll be waiting, alpha.

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The moment the last body from the opposing side dropped dead, Wooyoung was off the wall and charging towards San.

Picking up momentum he slammed into him, San steadying them as Wooyoung smashed their mouths together, hands grappling at any body part he could reach. Even with all the blood covering San, he didn’t bat an eye to it, having one thought in mind only. 

To mount San at that very moment. 

So he bit, sucked, and nibbled on lush lips, turning them from pink to a dark red. As he continued his ministrations, San could feel his desperation on his thigh as well as the heady scent spiking his senses into overdrive.

The need to please his mate and give him all the pleasure he wanted, to claim what is his, to own, grew strong with every gasp, every whimper Wooyoung let out. But the moment Wooyoung started to gyrate against his thigh and he smelt scents that weren’t his mate, he tightened his hold on his waist, squeezing tight till Wooyung got the message and stilled. 

Shaking his head to clear the haze away, Wooyoung remembered where they were and who was with them. With a cough, he backed away from San while he adjusted his skirt and tamed loose strands. As he fixed his appearance, San stood hunched protectively over him, staring down his men who had the sense to stare resolutely at the floor.

When he felt a warm hand slip into his and tug, he tore his gaze away, peering into the warm pools of his mate. Slowly, he watched as russet brown eyes turned blue and green under his white lashes. 

He was shifting.

Pulling Wooyoung into his side, he tugged at a pointed ear, sliding a pale hand through white and black locks. “It would seem someone is close to shifting. Are we that worked up, little fox?”

As an answer, he received a purr from Wooyoung, who burrowed himself deeper into San’s side. With a deep sigh, he placed his hands under Wooyoung’s skirt, patting at his thighs. With a jump, Wooyoung had shifted midair, now coiled around San’s shoulders, fluffy tail wrapped around his bicep and wet nose rubbing at the constellations on his neck.

With one last pat to a purring fox’s head, San made his way out of the warehouse, his men bowing at his departure.

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Once the warehouse doors slammed shut behind them, San made his way to the sleek black car waiting for them at the entrance. A guard bowed at the pair silently before opening the backdoor for them. Nodding his head at him, he slipped into the car, Wooyoung still curled tightly around him. 

Leaning back into the seat, he pressed a button on the middle console, a beep being heard before the intercom came on. “To the house, as quickly as possible,” he ordered before pressing another button causing a pitch black soundproof window to slide up, separating them from the driver.

With privacy now, Wooyoung started to lick at San’s scent gland, wanting to taste as much of the intoxicating bergamot scent radiating in waves strongly from that area. He lapped at the freckles decorating San’s pale column, a favorite part of his that he loved to give attention to. Feeling a bit bold, he nibbled it lightly with his sharp canines, receiving a playful growl from San and nip on his ear.

Letting out a teasing purr from the bite, Wooyoung descended from San’s shoulders, jumping onto the seat next to him. Crawling onto his lap, he transformed, thick thighs swamping narrow ones and tan arms wrapped around San’s neck. Bending down, he rubbed his nose against San’s, lapping a pink tongue on his cheek, feeling a pleased rumble against his chest.

Placing his hands on his waist, San rubbed them up and down his sides, dragging them down to rounded hips before gripping supple thighs. “Oh, little fox, how glad I am that you decided to wear a skirt today,” tightening his hold, his claws revealed themselves, digging into the meaty part of Wooyoung’s thigh. “Easier for me to ravish you,” he growled out before pulling Wooyoung against him, diving straight for that taunting pink mouth. 

Wooyoung could feel the force of their kiss by the swelling of their lips. Could tell how absolutely wrecked and red they were without having to even look. That’s how strong their hunger for each other was. The push and pull, the hypnotizing attraction between them growing stronger with each press, each bite, each moan that resounded between them. 

Soon Wooyung could smell hints of rum peeking through, making his head go heady from it. The smell of San’s arousal was absolutely delectable to him. He loved that he and he only could get this reaction from San. Wanting more of it, he brought his hips to a slow gyrate, drawing out a long, drawn out groan from San. 

Breaking their dance of lips, San tipped his head against the headrest, feeling Wooyoung start to suck and bite on his neck as he increased his pace on his lap. He could feel Wooyoung’s wetness start to soak over his pants where his own arousal made its appearance. Wooyoung could feel San’s girth against his soaked panties, his own excitement tenting his skirt.

Just as he was about to unzip San’s pants, they heard a beep from the intercom. Whining at the interruption, Wooyoung bent to his right, pressing the button. “Sorry to interrupt but we have arrived at our destination,” the driver spoke before the line went silent. Turning back to San, Wooyoung’s eyes gleamed under white lashes, pressing one last peck against swollen lips. “Carry me, alpha,” he whispered against them before shifting into his fox again. Climbing back onto his spot on San’s shoulders, he started licking over a bruising mark he left as San opened the door, stepping out.

The men standing guard bowed at San and Wooyoung as they passed by, not noticing the glowing green and blue eyes of Wooyoung’s fox as they flickered around their surroundings, tail rigid around San.

Once San’s foot passed the threshold and the door slammed shut behind them, Wooyung was sliding off his shoulder and crawling down his body before shifting again. Now in his human form, he had his legs wrapped around a slim waist, San having the sense to wrap his arms around Wooyoung mid shift. 

“I finally have you alone and all to myself without prying eyes, so Choi San,” leaning down, breath hitting a studded ear, he pressed a kiss to it. ”Break me,” he whispered before biting his earlobe hard. With all the permission he needed, San could feel his claws further extend, creating tears in Wooyoung’s skirt from how hard he gripped his thighs, bits of blood seeping through the fabric. 

Running up the twirling staircase, he could feel his eyes turning into slits, scales starting to bead around his forehead and cheeks. His animal was taking over from how strong Wooyoung’s honeyed citrus scent was clouding his senses. If he didn’t have Wooyoung flat on his back and burrowed deep into his warm cavern in the next second, his full form will come out and do it himself.

So with a deep roar, he willed his animal back into its domain, his transformation halting. 

At the roar San had let out, Wooyoung felt himself sink deeper into his haze, watching his mate’s half transformation. Oh, how he loved when San changed into his dragon, loving the feeling he felt when San engulfed him with his sheer size, whether in his animal or human form. He never looked lovelier with slanted, slitted eyes and shining, emerald scales covering the majority of his face.

As San made his way down the long wing which housed their room, he could feel his shirt start to soak through with slick. So making a dash for it, he slammed their bedroom door open, closing it with a loud thud, and proceeding straight for the California king sized bed situated in the middle of the bedroom.

With a yelp, Wooyoung bounced on the bed having been thrown on it by San in his hurry. Stilling, he made direct contact with San, red eyes meeting green and blue ones. Licking his lips, wide eyes watched slanted eyes follow a pink tongue, a forked tongue making its own appearance.

Sitting up, Wooyoung removed his shoes before crawling backwards up the bed, leaning back against the many pillows once he got to the headboard. Feeling like putting on a show, he started to undress himself. Sliding a bloody and torn skirt down golden legs, red eyes watched its descent before they flickered to soaked white satin panties, cock peeping out and tenting the material. Before Wooyoung could remove them, San's deep guttural voice spoke, “Leave those on,” he breathed out, reaching up to loosen and slide his tie off.

Wooyung watched as the tie dropped to the floor before pulling his shirt over his head, skipping his underwear. He watched as San’s nostrils flared from the deep breaths he took, his eyes boring deep holes at his neck. His bronzed, unblemished neck begging to be marked. San trailed them further down before stopping at where his ownership would always remain. The teeth indented mark placed at the junction where neck meets shoulder.

His claiming mark. 

The same spot where Wooyoung placed his own on San. Which now revealed itself once the bloodied shirt slid off broad shoulders.Tipping his head back against the pillows, Wooyoung gulped loudly at the sight. San’s shoulders were one of his favorite spots to be perched on, whether in animal or human form. 

His eyes wondered to toned triceps that held him down whenever San grew impatient with him, veins popping out on his forearms. To a tapered waist where thick thighs would cling to when he was being pounded into ruthlessly without mercy. Down to a toned stomach leading to a glistening v-line which dipped into black slacks teasing San’s girthiness hidden under them. Wooyung could feel saliva pool on his tongue from the way they tented, how big he knew San was.

Patience wearing thin, Wooyoung spread his legs, beckoning San to slide between his slick covered thighs. 

And beckoned he was. 

Kicking his shoes off, he slipped his belt off and slid his trousers down long legs. Left in just his underwear he kneeled on the bed, crawling to his rightful place between his mate’s legs.

Sliding cold hands up warm legs, he laid down onto his stomach. Pressing heated kisses against Wooyoung’s left calf, he trailed up before stopping at his knee. Peering through dark lashes, San pressed a lingering kiss against the first mark he left on him, hooded eyes staring back.

Wooyoung watched a forked tongue slip out from between red lips, licking over their tattoo before a jolting pain made him coil from the pleasure, a whimper escaping him. Wooyoung could feel his inner thighs getting slicker, hole fluttering as he sucked a bruising mark over it.

As San sucked hard, it almost felt like a pulsing pain was throbbing on his own tattoo. But that was just absurd, so shaking the thought away he continued his ravishing of Wooyoung’s leg. Making his way to sticky thighs, the sweet slick covering them was like a treat for San. He could spend a whole day between them, just licking up the countless amount of slick Wooyoung pumped out.

With each bruising bite San left on his skin, Wooyoung could feel how absolutely drenched his panties were. Hot slick slipping out of his clenching hole, a wet spot probably already forming over the bed cover. And with how San’s claws have yet to retract, they’ll be needing new sheets too, once again. But it was okay because Wooyoung loved when San let himself go.

So with that thought in mind, Wooyoung let out a growl before sliding his fingers through onyx strands and pulled hard. He tugged San away from his thighs and up his body, having him hunched over him.

“If you’re not inside of me in the next five seconds, I will make sure your dragon comes out and does it, since it would seem we’re incapable of pleasing our mate.” He whispered, words coming out sugary sweet, his piercing blue and green eyes almost glowing under white lashes, and swollen lips twisted into a taunting smile.

See, being of a dominant secondary gender, most alphas wouldn’t take kindly to their lower hierarchy mate speaking to them in such a tone and questioning their ability to please their mate. But San, San was a different breed. 

In fact, he felt a thrill whenever Wooyoung would speak to him so patronizingly. It only made the need to please grow stronger with each snide comment thrown at him. So with that feeling growing strong within him, he aimed for Wooyoung’s neck and bit down hard over their soul mark, canines elongating and digging deep into the skin, blood beading up.

Wooyoung felt his vision blacken, his hand tightening its hold in black locks. Body convulsing from the piercing pleasure shooting through every nerve end as his orgasm hit him hard. It felt like his body was floating in a different dimension. As if he was astral projecting, watching from above as San hunched over him, lapping at the bite once he removed his teeth.

Rumbling, San nuzzled his neck, slowly continuing his suckling on golden skin. Waiting for Wooyoung’s pulse to go back to a steady pace, he ran cool hands down to warm hips. Sliding down his body till he hovered over Wooyoung’s pelvis, he pulled down soaked panties, a wet squelching echoing. 

With the last article of clothing off, San took in his mate in all his unfiltered glory. From his dusty, pink nipples waiting to be bitten red to his slowly hardening member, its tip beading pearls. As he watched a pearl drip onto the puddle pooling on Wooyoung’s stomach, San felt a tug on his hair. Glancing up, he stared back at the heated gaze before dipping down and swallowing Wooyoung whole. 

Bending his legs, he trapped San’s head in between them as he bobbed his head, pulling high moans and pinched whimpers from Wooyoung from the overstimulation. Lifting a tan leg, he threw it over a pale shoulder, digging his heel into taunt muscles, head thrown back in ecstasy.

That split tongue of his was a godsend, the way it would lick both sides of the bulbous head before trailing down the vein. And even better when that serpent tongue would come out and play, dipping into his slit and diving into his heat. 

Gripping Wooyoung’s thighs, he tugged him closer, Wooyoung yelping as he got dragged across the bed, a sharp nose brushing against his perineum. A wet squelching joined high keens as San lapped hungrily at the fluttering pink bud, sweet slick oozing in rivers between plump cheeks. Pooling some on his tongue, he gulped it down, savoring in the sticky substance before hovering plump lips over the puffy hole and latching on it, obscene slurps traveling to flickering white ears.

At the continuous suckling of his rim and San’s tongue dipping into his walls, Wooyoung could feel his nails elongating in his hair. With how his more animalistic features were appearing, he was close to his second orgasm. 

But he didn’t want to let go just yet. 

He needed San inside him, filling him up with his girth, stretching him wide and pumping him full of his seed. So he unclamped his hands from his head and tightened his legs around broad shoulders before he flipped them around with all the strength he could muster.

One second San was feasting on a delectable sweetness and then the next he was on his back, Wooyung sitting on top of his chest, toned thighs wrapped around his shoulders. Blinking up dazedly at Wooyoung, he felt his vision shake at the edges from the whiplash of having his mate flip them with ease. So out of it, he couldn’t even form a sentence, lips stuttering out silently.

And Wooyoung just watched him from above, watched a slicked mouth open and close. “Look at you alpha, at a loss for words, floundering around uselessly,” bending down, he cupped a sticky cheek. Petting down emerald scales before gripping a pointed chin. Digging nails into pale skin, he tightened his grip turning the skin pink. “Has alpha gone so dumb he can’t even use his body correctly?” Pink tongue peeking out, he licked a stripe up a scaled cheek, some of his slick sticking to his tongue. Leaning back up, he licked the taste of himself from his lips, releasing his hold on San’s chin.

“Only to be reduced to a dumb big dragon by an omega. Pathetic.” Wooyoung sneered before removing his legs from around his shoulders. Sliding down his chest, he could feel the dips and ridges drag against his puffy hole, San’s chest glistening with slick. 

Smiling sweetly at the alpha, Wooyoung slipped further down before halting at the tent in his briefs. Slipping two fingers in, he bunched them under his hands before tugging the black material down pale muscular legs, discarding them behind him.

Arching down til his ass hung in the air, erect nipples brushing against soft sheets, he slid back up San’s legs, pressing a biting kiss on their tattoo before continuing his journey up. 

San felt hot puffs of air hit his curved member, a predatory gaze locked onto him. He could feel that gaze watching his slicked chest rise up and down. Mismatched eyes staring down into crimson eyes, slitted pupils shifting.

Smile widening, Wooyoung licked a stripe up an angry vein, “My, how absolutely wrecked you look and I haven’t even had my dripping asshole around this useless cock of yours.” Stopping at the reddened tip, he watched a drop of precum dribble down the curved shaft. Sticking a pink tongue out, he lapped at the swollen head, tastebuds tasting sweet musk. Swirling his tongue, he let saliva pool in his mouth before letting it drool over it. He felt it twitch in his hand at the action before diving down and swallowing him in one fluid motion, nose brushing against curls. San could feel how Wooyoung’s throat convulsed around him as he breathed through his nose.

His claws dug into the sheets, a low growl vibrating his chest from the wet heat. With one especially strong suck his back arched off the bed, eyes tightly closed, veins popping on his forearms from how tightly he gripped the sheets.

The keens and groans Wooyoung pulled from him felt like sweet music to his twitching ears, tail swaying happily behind him. He could feel the endless pumping of slick sliding down his sticky legs before pooling into a puddle between his knees. With one last soul gripping suck, he pulled off with a wet pop, cold air hitting San making him hiss from the change in temperature.

Scurrying up from his position, he crawled next to where San laid, sprawling on all fours and arching his back enticingly. Keening, he swayed his tail, brushing it against San’s arm, pulling his attention to him. “I’ve had my fun, now bend me in half til I snap and mount me. Fill me up til I’m rounded with your seed, puffy hole swollen and dripping with it, Alpha.” 

Wooyoung watched the scales further cover his high cheekbones, crawling up to where onyx strands stuck to skin. Preening at how he made San finally snap, he let out a sweet mewl, spreading his legs further apart.

It seems that’s the push San needed before he finally snapped, letting his animal take over but still fully in control. He could feel his horns emerging, silvery bones curling inwards once they extended to their full six inches. Puffs of air escaped from flared nostrils, a deep rumble sounding from deep within his core. 

And the sight aroused Wooyoung to no end, a high pitched moan escaping him. His body shivering from hunger swirling in red pools, tail quivering up. He dipped his back more when San got up, making his way behind him. Turning his head, he licked his lips watching San tower behind him as he pumped his length, chest rising with each deep breath he took. Like this, San looked absolutely predatory watching him present himself to be bred. 

Pink lips curling up slowly, he gripped his hips with a bruising grip and pulled him against his girth, grinding it between slicked cheeks. Trailing a hand down his back up to his neck, he ran it into silky stands before tugging hard and pushing Wooyoung’s head down.

Wooyoung whimpered at the force of it, grinding his ass back. “Come on, Alpha, breed me already. I’ve waited long enough for you to f-“, stopping mid sentence, he let out a low moan as San slowly pushed into him. He could feel the way San stretched him deliciously, could feel it pulsate inside him. 

San groaned out slowly from Wooyoung’s slicked walls tightening around him, sucking him in further into his heat. Sighing out once San was fully seethed in him, he wiggled his ass against his hips, urging San to move. 

And god did he move.

With a bruising hold on his hips, San slowly pulled out up to the tip before slamming back in one quick motion, jolting Wooyoung up as he keened loudly. With each quick snap of his hips, his pace grew faster and rougher. Wooyoung’s ass jiggled with the force of it, loud squelching echoing out between labored breaths. Sliding a hand to the dip above his ass, he wrapped it around Wooyoung’s tail. Tugging at the base, he pulled hard, receiving a shuddering moan in response as it wrapped tightly around his forearm.

He watched as his length disappeared inside Wooyoung at each snap, ass cheeks slowly reddening from how hard his hips slammed against them. Slowing down, he pressed his thumb against the puffy rim, pressing down as he dragged his member out slowly. It was so enticing seeing how much Wooyoung could take of him. 

“Jesus baby, the things you do to me,” he groaned out, tipping his head back from the sight and feel of Wooyoung. “Fuck, I can’t hold back.”

“Don’t need you to, want you to give it all. Break me, Sannie.” Wooyoung mewled out, claws digging into the sheets at the tugging of his rim.

San fluttered his eyes at the hiccuping cries Wooyoung let out, egging him to go faster into a bruising pace. And Wooyoung could only take all that San gave, tears clumping whites lashes as they slid down pink cheeks. He hiccuped at a particularly hard thrust, body seizing up as his cock hit the bundle of nerves dead on. 

Having found his sweet spot, San rammed at full force, slumping his chest against Wooyoung’s back, sweat dripping onto tan skin. 

And Wooyoung took it all, San pressing kisses on his nape as he swiveled his hips into him, drawing out more sobs out of him. “Sa-annie, close. I’m close, Alpha.”

“Shhh my little fox, I got you,” lips brushing against his neck, he licked a stripe to his shoulder. Forked tongue licking up sweat and tasting the sweetened citrus scent wafting strongly from him. Pumping out his own pheromones, Wooyoung’s vision clouded over as his senses grew hazy from the buttery, creamy scent swarming around him.

Feeling himself close to his own release, San lapped at their soul mark, increasing his pace once again before biting hard into it, lips latching on the redden skin.

With a jolt, Wooyoung’s body stilled before it started to convulse, vision turning dark as his orgasm wracked through him, legs shaking as a loud wet squelch sounded out, slick gushing out of him. And he could only sob out as San’s hot seed pumped into him, his own cock spurting drop after drop against the sheets.

With one last spurt, San could feel his length soften as he dragged it slowly out of Wooyoung. A mixture of slick and cum dripped out of a wrecked puffy hole, his own cock covered in their mixture. Nostrils flaring at the combined scent of their pheromones, San let out a pleased rumble.

Feeling Wooyoung’s heartbeat slowing down, San unlatched his teeth, lapping at the blood before pressing a soothing kiss. Nosing up his neck, he pressed a kiss to Wooyoung’s ear. “You did so well, omega. Taking all that your alpha gave you. Alpha is so pleased with you.” Pulling Wooyoung into his side, he cradled his head against his neck, having him nestled into him. 

Wooyoung smiled at the warmth radiating around him as he lapped at his scent gland, a pleased purr joining San’s rumbling. Coiling his tail around San’s waist, he hiked his leg around San’s, wanting to be fully wrapped around him. Sighing out, his breathing started to slow down, San’s soothing heartbeat like a lullaby.

Slowly eyes drooped close, soft purrs and rumbles lulled the pair into slumber, the scent of honeyed, citrusy rum wafting around them as two heartbeats thumped in tandem.