Driven by Dragonblood, page 10
part #3 of Blood Born Series
My inner dragon purred, and arousal swelled the lips of my pussy, wetness growing to ready myself for my alpha. I bit back my groan and forced my mind on learning more about him without his presence distracting me.
Jaxon had told me how Patrick had recently taken over for the previous doctor, but my alpha had yet to unpack or make the office his own other than the nameplate on the door. No framed photographs, certificates, or awards hung on the walls like the other doctors’ office I’d snuck through on my first visit to the hospital.
Files stacked on his desk along with a blue-ink pen, and a small clock. The attached bathroom held no personal items and smelled of bleach.
My skin pebbled a second before I felt him draw near. I chewed the inside of my lip as my heart thudded, and I glanced around, wondering where to stand—to uncloak or remain hidden—or flee from fright.
The door snicked open, and my knees weakened as Patrick stepped into the office.
Dark-framed glasses hid his eyes as his head jerked side to side, lips thinned, brow furrowed. He pushed the door shut behind him and closed his eyes as his nostrils flared.
“Fuck.” His eyelids popped open again—and he stared directly at me as though I stood visibly across the room. Holding my gaze, he moved around his office, tossed his cell phone on his desk, and sank into his chair. “You’re here, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I whispered, unable to keep from answering my alpha.
The short whiskers of the trimmed beard along his jawline twitched. “Show yourself.”
I shimmered the cloaking ability off my body, goosebumps rising at his strangled groan.
“Why do you do this to me?” The roughness of his voice sent a trickle of wetness down my thigh.
“Because you belong to me—to us. You are our fated alpha, the one meant to dominate, give pleasure, and accept our worship in return.”
Patrick’s inner dragon groaned. Want. Need. Take.
“I can hear him,” I said, taking a step toward Patrick as images flashed in my mind as his dragon continued to purr words of enticement—to both of us. “I can feel your desire aligns with his.”
My body’s need for him and Vanni’s suggestion made up my mind.
I grasped the arm of his chair above where his fingers clenched in a white-knuckle grip, and turned him toward me, all the while holding his gaze. Darkness swirled in his eyes, the blue overrun by his pupils.
Pain, his dragon whispered.
Pleasure, mine responded.
I draped myself over his hard thighs, legs on one side, arms and head dangling on the other. “Put your hands on me like you want to,” I murmured, knowing he must smell my arousal. “Use me to ease your frustration. Please.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Patrick
I wanted to tell Primrose to leave—and never return. I wanted to fuck so deep into her body she forgot everything but the feel of me claiming what belonged to me. But her plump ass all up in my face…
“Fuck.” My hand released its grip on the chair’s arm, and the satiny skin across the back of her thighs warmed my palm, jerking my throbbing dick in my slacks.
I’d hoped to get hold of Giovanni before meeting up with either Jaxon or Primrose again—get some insight on what the fuck he meant by beta and female, and find out if he knew anything about dragonblood, but no such fucking luck.
I’d felt Primrose as I approached my office, had known she waited for me inside, but fuck if I could make my feet turn and take me away from temptation to give into insanity. Her sweet scent, like summer flowers, the delicious juicy strawberry-like aroma of her arousal had flooded my nose, coated my mouth, and stiffened my dick so damn fast I went lightheaded.
Do it.
My hand landed on her gorgeous ass cheek, the smack and jiggle of her flesh more fulfilling than a full symphony—her gasp an aphrodisiac, an instant addiction. I landed another on the other cheek, jolting her forward with the force of frustration in my swing.
Pre-cum welled, smearing the inside of my slacks.
“More,” she whispered, wiggling her hips against my thighs.
A fresh, mouthwatering scent rose from between her legs, and I clenched my jaw, smacking beneath the first blooming handprint.
Ours.
I groaned, so fucking on board with that slithering beast pressing against the bonds I fought to keep him behind. Twice more, I smacked her pink flesh, her hips rising to meet my hand on the last.
“Feel good?” I asked, winding my fist in her hair and tipping her head back enough she arched her back.
“Yes.”
I slid my other hand between her thighs. Slick wetness coated her puffed pussy lips, and even though I wanted to shove my fingers into her, I slid downward, her hips rising to accommodate me. A single slow circle around the swollen hood over her clit sent a shudder through Primrose, trembling her in my hold.
Yes.
She whimpered as I backed off, once more trailing my fingertips across her labia.
“So wet,” I said through clenched teeth, lifting her head even farther. She whimpered, grinding her pelvis against my thigh.
I swatted hard and fast, and she cried out, fucking music to my ears.
Cupping her entire pussy, I leaned down to brush my lips across the shell of her ear. “You want me to claim this pussy.”
“Yes,” she gasped an answer even though I hadn’t asked her a question.
“You want my dick to stretch you. Fill you.”
“Oh, yes. Please.” She lifted her hips in invitation, arching her back to the point of what had to be pain.
The beast inside cackled and growled, gnashing teeth and clawing to escape.
I pushed Primrose’s head down and swatted her hand-printed ass rapidly, grunts ripping from my chest as I fought off the demon, easing frustration exactly as she’d offered herself for. Her cries fueled me on, and I didn’t hold back, the sting of flesh meeting flesh spearing across my palm.
Wetness dribbled from her pussy, soaking my thigh, and I finally dipped into her tight sheath, her pussy walls clamping around my two fingers as I stroked deep inside her.
“Oh…” She shuddered and pressed back against my hand.
“So fucking wet,” I growled the words, dragging my fingers back out and shoving back in. My dick leaked and jerked, my balls so tight, they ached. “Fuck.”
I yanked off my glasses and pulled her upright so damn fast, her long hair cascaded around us as I stood, intent on locking the goddamn door, what I should have done knowing she waited inside for me. Her legs circled around my waist, but I grasped her nape to keep from devouring her mouth as I strode across the office, my focus locked on her golden-brown eyes, glazed by her need to come.
Door locked, I pushed her back against it, trapping her with my body. Sharing heavy breaths, we stilled. My heart thrummed in time with hers beneath the soft breasts pressed against my chest.
The sweetness and heat of her panted exhales caressed my lips, my aching dick throbbing against the damn confines of my slacks and her pussy on the other side.
She squeezed her legs around me, whimpering and pleading for me to take her—and the damn beast inside me screamed for the same.
I needed to be buried balls deep. Needed to ease the ache as much as I had my frustration.
“Yes,” she whispered, snaking a hand between us to grasp my straining dick. “Take what you want.”
“Fuck.” My eyes rolled back into my head as she squeezed me.
“Mmm.” Her murmur leaked more pre-cum from my slit, loosening my hold on the fucking beast.
Emelia’s words whispered in my head about freeing and finding happiness. My control slipped.
The beast inside me roared, darkness sweeping through my limbs, numbing my mind to all but claiming—taking.
I ripped my slacks, freeing my dick one-handed, the other palming one of her ass cheeks and lifting her higher.
One thrust buried me inside her soaked pussy. Hot and tight, she welcomed me, pulling a gasp from both of us.
We stilled one more, staring, blinking.
Sharing breath and heartbeat.
I slid out to the head, the clutching walls of her sending a rush of adrenaline through me so strong, my entire body shook. I thrust deep. “Fuck.” I captured her mouth, lips bruising—and my balls erupted like a goddamn teenager.
She cried out against my mouth, her pussy clamping down on me as I shot wave after wave of cum against her womb, my balls contracting as her walls did around me, attempting to pull me in deeper, milking my dick with every pulse.
I feasted on her mouth, hands cradling her face while emptying deep inside her body. Behind closed eyelids, golden light shimmered—and overwhelming love and adoration rained down over me like a summer storm, drenching with force enough I lost my breath.
Tearing my mouth away from hers, I lifted my head, panting. In awe of the swell of absolute fucking euphoria filling me from the inside out, just like Emelia had promised.
Primrose’s smile lanced my chest with an ache so damn harsh, my knees almost buckled. “I can feel your emotions,” she said, her fingertips brushing over my lips. “The bonding has begun.”
Bonding.
Fated mates.
Dragonblood.
I lifted her off me and backed away, stumbling, my dick wet and hanging from my torn slacks as I pushed—fucking heaved against the slithering demon inside my body determined to send me over insanity’s edge. The joy blinked out as I slammed the goddamn walls around him, and instant pain lanced through my chest.
“What did you do?” Primrose said with a gasp, both hands pressed against her breast.
“Get out.” I clipped my words short.
She blinked, and that goddamn—link—between us flooded with hurt. Regret. The type of pain that didn’t bring pleasure.
One sob, and her body disappeared—fucking vanished as quickly as she’d arrived. My office door tore open, slammed against the wall, and I stood like a goddamn fool, dick still hanging out, the gaping doorway a silent, mocking laughter of my self-control, my professionalism—my goddamn inability to last beyond one mere thrust.
I kicked the door shut, shoved my dick away, but I’d managed to mangle my slacks enough I couldn’t properly tuck myself behind zipper and clasp.
“Fuck!” I punched the door shut, the pain radiating up my arm remaining long after the link between me and Primrose faded.
I’d never felt so empty, so alone in my life.
Silence sat behind the wall containing the insane voice of that thing inside me.
“Not real. Not fucking real,” I muttered over and over, trying and failing to force the need for Primrose from my goddamn head and wishing like fuck Giovanni would call me back to tell me I wasn’t losing my goddamn mind.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Jaxon
Work sucked ass worse than I’d expected. Bagging fucking groceries. Sure, Prim and I had a nice stash of money between the two of us, but I didn’t want to blow through it like a couple of irresponsible kids. I wanted a nest egg tucked away for our future together, one I feared would only ever be a couple rather than the threesome we were meant to be.
I longed to be her everything, though. Take care of her needs, not just sexually and emotionally, but physically as well. That meant a good job, one that would provide better than a handful of dollars per hour.
Never mind I wouldn’t even be able to even fulfill those first two without the one man we needed.
After a quick lesson in what to pack where in a plastic bag, I stood behind a cashier as she beeped item after item across the scanner, the lame-ass music and murmur of voices only aggravating me more than the clothing itching every inch of my skin.
I wanted Primrose, missed her enough I kept rubbing my chest.
The twenty-something cashier to my right kept checking me out—I swore I could feel her goddamn stare. Glancing her way twice earned me smiles, but I turned away, uninterested. If she’d been looking at me like that before Prim stormed into my life, I’d have been buried between her thighs before night’s end.
She brushed passed me on her way to break, but rather than my dick twitching with interest in her big breasts, it shriveled even more with disgust.
At least my body would never tempt me into cheating.
Five minutes later, I went to the break room to grab something to eat—and found her there by herself.
“Hey,” she said, her voice all come and get me, hot thing.
Not wanting to be an asshole, I mumbled a greeting and pulled open the fridge for my bottle of water I’d left on the bottom shelf earlier.
My backside tingled.
“You new in town?” she asked as I straightened.
“Yeah.”
“Got a girlfriend?”
My dragon purred. I smiled as the bottle lip rested against mine. “Something like that.” Long pulls filled my mouth with cold water, and I swallowed, the chill reaching to my empty stomach.
She stood and rounded the table, pressing against my side while leaning up onto her tiptoes. Her hot breath brushed over my neck, and I stepped back, capping my water as my dragon growled.
“Not interested,” I said before she could say whatever she’d planned on tempting me with.
“What, are you gay or something?” she asked, hands on hips and scowling.
“You’re not my female.” I glanced down over her generous curves, unmoved. “And you’re definitely not the alpha I want.”
“Fucking weirdo.” She pushed past me and left the breakroom.
I slouched in the chair she’d vacated, blowing out a breath.
College. That’s what I needed to do. Get myself a good education, one like Patrick had. Stable and sure, with a much better promise than minimum wage. I could afford a community college for a couple years, but not much else.
“Shit.” I propped my elbows on the table and ran my hands through my hair.
I wouldn’t ever be enough.
Jaw tight, I hopped up and strode from the breakroom, determined to at least finish my shift so I couldn’t add “quitter” alongside the “failure” tag I felt sure attached to my shoulders.
****
I felt her gut-wrenching pain long before I opened the apartment door. She threw herself into my arms, sobs and tears—and the scent of our alpha and his cum—staggering me back onto the porch.
What the fuck had he done? What had she done?
I strode back inside, kicked the door shut, and squeezed her tight, my face buried in her hair as her tears soaked my shirt. The ache in her chest filled mine, the feelings of failure intensifying to the point I needed something—a shot being the top of my list even though I didn’t drink.
“What the fuck happened, Prim?” I asked, sitting on the couch and snuggling her tighter against my chest.
“I tried again.” A sob cut off her trembling voice. “I—I wanted to change h—his mind.” She sniffed and whimpered. “I wanted to give you the thing you long for most.”
Fuck. I heaved a sigh and kissed her head a few times, unable to contain my absolute love for the naked woman shivering and shaking in my arms. How could that love not be enough? Why the fuck did she have to feel what I did and experience pain because of it?
“I want your emotions, Jax,” she whispered, pulling back to give me the stunning view of her wet, golden eyes. “Your happiness, your desires, your pain. I need it.” She cupped my cheek and kissed me lightly on the lips, the taste of salty tears lingering as she pulled away. “As sick as that sounds, I don’t feel … right … without you being near, without feeling you inside me.”
Of course my mind went straight to dick in pussy, but I knew what she meant. “I feel the same goddamn way.”
We stared at each other for a few seconds, sharing our grief and the underlying happiness that bordered on contentment—except for the loss of him.
“Tell me, Prim.”
And fuck, did she ever, my dick springing to attention imagining her slammed against Patrick’s office door as he ripped at his pants to get inside her.
“Fuck.” I scrubbed a hand over my face, my asshole clenching at the thought of him coming deep inside me after a single thrust.
“He shut me out, Jax.” Prim’s voice wavered again. “With ten times the force as the first time. It hurt.”
I kissed her, swept my tongue into her mouth, wanting nothing more than to ease her pain, that feeling of rejection I knew too well. “Need you.”
“Yes.” She lay back on the couch, and I yanked my clothes off, stiff and leaking like a motherfucker.
Knowing Patrick’s cum probably still coated her pussy, I shook with need to add mine, fill her as he had.
But first…
I buried my face between her thighs and feasted, readying her for my dick. Tasting the sweetness of Patrick’s tingly cum with every shove of my tongue into her pussy.
Prim yanked on my hair, and I obeyed, sliding up her body—and into her body—while claiming her mouth. Frantic hands, deep, needy thrusts, gnashing teeth and lashing tongues, we fucked hard and fast. Cum brewed in my drawn-up balls, and I reached between our bodies, my fingers finding her clit swollen and hard.
“Come around me, Prim.” I thrust deep and flicked back and forth over her slickened nub. “Fucking take me with you.”
“Jax!” Wetness gushed around my dick, and I wrapped my arms around her, fucking deep and fast, her pussy pulling, pulsing with enough force I fucking exploded, shots of light behind my clenched eyelids, her gasps and my groans ringing in my ears.
My balls spurted, jerking my dick inside her beyond what should have been humanly possible—fucking badass dragonblood.
One final groan, and I relaxed against her softness, my nose in her hair, every quick breath tickling strands over my lips. “Fuck, do I love you.”
She squeezed her thighs against me and sighed, the release rolling between us almost enough to erase the discontent lingering in the deepest parts of us.
As cheesy as the thought was, I knew I would die without Prim. I would die without her nearness, her touch, the sense of energy linking us—
