Driven by Dragonblood, page 5
part #3 of Blood Born Series
A cul-de-sac appeared ahead of me, and I slammed on the brakes as awareness of exactly where I’d driven to slammed into my conscious.
Jaxon’s apartment.
My gaze landed on the landlord’s garage and the stairs leading to the studio above it. I gripped the steering wheel until my knuckles ached, my foot heavy on the brake.
I wanted to leave. I wanted to stay.
I wanted to make him bow before me, fuck him until we both passed out. I wanted to tie him down and beat his ass for making me mad with lust.
I also wanted her, the female I envisioned between him and me, the woman, a sure apparition who messed with my mind to the point I wanted to bash my head against my window.
Window.
I tore my focus off Jaxon’s balcony and pushed the button, lowering the glass that kept the fall weather outside.
The cool breeze wafted past, and my mouth watered at the scents flowing past—Jaxon and her. Both of them. My attention jerked back to the deck. Were they together, or was I so fucked-up in the head I imagined my senses heightened beyond even that of a dog?
Fucking mad.
I breathed deeply, my eyes rolling back into my head. She’d given herself to him—the scent of her virgin blood coated my tongue, strained my dick in my slacks. It could have been my dick that claimed her, made her a woman…
“Fuck.” I pushed the goddamn window back up, but didn’t move as the car idled beneath me, my hands once more clenching the steering wheel.
I’d pushed her away, and she found the one man I’d ever been sexually attracted to, the one who’d consumed my thoughts since first meeting him.
His cocky grin. Her luminous eyes. Both of them gorgeous to a fault, both so sensual and in need of being dominated.
The darker visions flooded my brain once more, and I groaned, grabbing hold of my dick through my slacks.
I needed to get the fuck out of there. Needed to retain my goddamn sanity.
Focused on my breathing, I sought the calm center inside where mediation always took me. Breathing in and out, inhaling life and peace, exhaling darkness.
My balls still ached, but I gained control over my thoughts after a few minutes of centering myself. Without a glance toward the garage, I pulled into the closest driveway, backed out, and headed north toward home and sanity.
An empty house awaited me—and I prayed an empty porch as well. The thought of Jessie sickened me, roiling my stomach. She was nothing compared to Jaxon and the female I’d almost fucked against my office door. Jessie would never compare to their perfection.
I wondered if anyone ever would.
“They found each other.” My mutter didn’t lessen the sting of that truth. At least they wouldn’t want for me anymore. I wished like fuck I could do the same.
Chapter Eleven
Primrose
Awareness prickled my skin, but my beta nuzzled beneath my ear, his mouth trailing kisses along my jaw, his teeth nipping until his lips brushed over mine, bringing my focus back on him. Soft and unhurried, every caress of his tongue, every press of his lips raced my heart, fulfilled me beyond what I had hoped for or imagined.
His cock remained buried inside me, and I kept my legs wrapped around his waist, holding him close. Our hearts beat in time through the skin and bone separating them, and I gloried in the total acceptance, the absolute joy radiating in the energy between us.
My beta has claimed me, I thought with a smile.
“Not every inch,” he murmured, lifting up to meet my gaze. A twinkle lit his eyes, one of mischievous lust, and my pussy spasmed around him as I bit on the inside of my lip.
Grinning—what a wickedly delicious smile—he nudged into me, his length swelling again.
“You can take it all,” I whispered as fresh arousal coated my pussy, offering him the slickness he would need for what his dragon whispered its need for.
He groaned and tipped his forehead against mine. “I can feel some your thoughts, like whispers in the wind,” he said, his sweet breath caressing my parted lips. “How is that possible?”
“Because of the dragonblood in us, the beginnings of the bond between fated mates.”
“Mates. Fuck.” He kissed me again, but with a ravaging hunger I felt within my soul. Fully hard, he slid in and out of my throbbing pussy. Had I been fully human, soreness would have demanded we wait to fuck again, but the dragonblood healed me faster, erasing all pain the second he’d torn through my virginity to claim me.
Lifting onto his hands, he held my gaze, dragging his length out even though I tried to keep him close. The grin had faded from his lips, pure lust, absolute need, replacing the bubbly feelings emanating between us as he stared down at me with his blue-green eyes.
His cock slipped from my body, and he slid up through my lower lips, rubbing the back of his hard length along my clit. “Tell me again.” His rasped command shivered my skin.
“You can take it all,” I whispered what his dragon wanted to hear while clutching at his biceps.
Holding my gaze, he moved down over my body, pausing to hold my breasts together and licking across the sensitive buds.
I grabbed hold of his head, panting as zings raced down from my hard nipples, through my stomach, straight to my pussy. A rush of arousal trickled from my slit.
“I can smell how badly you want me.” He grazed his teeth over my nipples, and I fought to keep from closing my eyes. “How the fuck is that even possible?” he mumbled and nipped one last time.
He slid lower, his tongue flickering over my last ribs, my stomach, and my navel. Goosebumps rose over my skin, and as he finally tore his focus off my face to nuzzle against the curls between my thighs, I lost the fight with my eyelids.
Wet yet firm, his tongue licked across my clit, his growl over the taste of me—and our combined cum—pulsing my heart until my ears rang. His mouth latched onto the throbbing bundle of nerves, he slid two fingers deep into my core, another rumble of satisfaction at finding me wet agreeing with the thought in his head.
Completely open to me, unlike the doctor, my beta enjoyed how we spoke to each other without words. I lifted my hips when he desired, cried out when he wanted me to come again. My body convulsed at his onslaught, his fingers thrusting through drenching cum—the lubrication he needed and wanted to claim another first from me.
“Yes,” I half-gasped the word as my climax robbed me of one last breath.
He knelt between my loosened thighs, rubbing his cock through my juices. “If it’s too much, tell me to stop.”
“You’ll know if it is,” I replied, reaching for him, my gaze latching onto the wetness of my arousal glistening on his lips.
He groaned at my thought to taste myself on his mouth, and leaned forward, his fingertips once more sliding into my pussy. I wanted more—shifted my hips when he didn’t give me what I wanted.
“Need to get you ready first so I don’t hurt you,” he said, pulling his fingers from my pussy and trailing them downward. Gentle, slickened glides around my puckered hole only heightened my need.
“I want—”
He pushed a finger into the first knuckle, and I groaned. “I know what you want. I can fucking feel you in my head.” He rotated his hand, feeling the inside of my ass before pressing in farther.
I gasped past my dried lips. “More.”
“Mmm,” he agreed, sliding another finger along the first, stretching me with a delicious burn. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Oh, yes.” I bit down on my lip as he worked his fingers deeper, spreading them, opening my untried hole for his cock. My dragon whimpered as I panted. “Please.”
He pulled his fingers from my body and wiped them on the sheet. “Tell me what you want.”
“Take it all…”
Holding my gaze, he pressed the head of his cock against me. “Jaxon,” he told me what I wanted to hear, the name I needed to call out when I came again.
“Jaxon,” I whispered, reaching for him. “My beta.”
He pushed my thighs wide, and my hands fell to clutch the sheets beside me as he flexed his ass, the burn of him breaching my opening so arousing, I could only pant for breath. The tether between us rippled with light as he held still, only the head of his cock notched inside my body.
“So tight,” he said between clenched teeth, pushing in a little more.
I groaned, my back arching, trying to draw him in deeper.
“Fuck, baby.” Inch by inch, he worked himself deeper, taking what belonged to him. “Fucking right it belongs to me,” he growled, bottoming out so his tightened balls rested against me. “Mine. Every goddamn inch.”
My dragon wept along with me as tears slid down my cheeks. The beginnings of our bond let me know he understood my absolute joy and that my tears weren’t from pain.
“How can I love you so much already?” he whispered, pulling out to the head and finally planking over me while sinking back into my ass.
“Fated,” I managed to say before he claimed my mouth. I felt what he did, the overwhelming desire to love and be loved, the happiness in giving of ourselves to the other, of finding a soul that understood, one that would follow you to the ends of the earth and beyond.
“I need you to come, baby,” Jaxon groaned and snaked a hand between our sweaty bodies. “Before I blow my load without you.” His rubbed two fingers along my clit, but I needed more.
“Harder. Deeper,” I managed, raising my hips toward him.
Jaxon groaned again, his muscles bunching as he thrust into me.
“Yes.” I moaned as he shoved in again, giving me the slight pain I realized I needed. Without words, he fucked me harder—faster—taking me to the edge. One last violent plunge, one pinch to my clit, and I convulsed. “Jaxon!”
“Fuck, baby.” He thrust a few more times while I rode the high of my climax, his sexy groans, the growls deep in his chest, sending me barreling over again. “Goddamn.” Heat shot from his dick, coating the inside of my ass, and he squeezed me tight in his arms, shuddering as he emptied inside me.
“What the fuck is this?” he murmured against my neck while trying to catch his breath. “Seriously. This is not … normal.”
“Mmm.” Smiling so broadly it hurt, I ran my hands down over the muscles rippling his back, the smooth skin heated and damp with sweat. “Dragonblood.” I sighed the word, my smile fading a bit as confusion flickered through our tether.
“Dragonblood as in something more than human?”
“Yes.”
Jaxon planked over me on shaky arms, his focus on my face, tendrils of sweat-dampened hair sticking to his forehead. “You aren’t shitting me.”
I shook my head even though he had to feel the truth—and hadn’t asked a question.
“Shit.” He backed out of my ass and climbed off the bed. If not for the energy linking us, I would have wondered at his pulling away so quickly. “Gonna clean up—be right back.”
I lay unmoving, my body relaxed, sated, every inch of me tingling in the aftereffects of our fucking.
Loving.
My smile returned, and I didn’t argue with my inner dragon. What Jaxon and I had shared went far beyond the mere coming together of physical bodies and sexual release I’d read about. Our hearts and spirits had aligned more than I had expected outside of a real bond, one that required a third.
At Jaxon’s reappearance in the bathroom doorway, all thought of an alpha fled. Ripples of muscles covered his body, lean and defined from shoulders to calves, flooding my mouth with drool and causing my fingertips to itch with the need to touch.
His blue-green eyes twinkled as he drew near, grinning. “You think I’m sexy as fuck.”
“Yes,” I breathed my answer, my gaze on his flaccid length while wishing it would swell again.
“Give me a few, and you’ll get your wish.” Still grinning, he used a wet towel to clean between my thighs, wiping all traces of our cum from my skin. “You’re not sore, are you?”
“Not a bit.”
“That’s not human either after the pounding I just gave your little virgin ass.”
I found myself giggling. “My ass is far from little.”
He flopped and sprawled on the bed beside me, eyes alight with mischief. “It’s fucking perfect,” he said, propping up on an elbow.
I lifted a half-dead arm to touch his cheeks, caress the square jaw that helped create his just as perfect face.
“So are you going to drool over me until I fuck you again, or are you going to tell me what you are—what I am, because I sure as fuck know this is otherworldly.”
I inhaled, filling my lungs, wondering where to begin, how to explain gently, tactfully so he wouldn’t think I was crazy, but I couldn’t find the words. Blunt honesty, it would be. “Our ancestors were dragons.”
He huffed a breath, but I felt his trust didn’t waver.
“Real life, scale and fire-breathing creatures.” I continued with a bit of the history of beast and man interacting until beast evolved into more.
“Dragon shifters.” He barked a laugh a few moments later when I paused, his beautiful smile pulsing my pussy. “Holy shit.”
I smiled, staring at his face. “Born of ancient dragonblood.”
“Holy shit,” he murmured again, peering into my eyes. “And this strange vibe between us, this … lack of privacy in our minds?”
“Fated mates bond in such a way that we needn’t speak a word.”
“Fucking telepathy?”
“Something like that, yes,” I said, rubbing a fingertip over his lower lip.
“I’d have to be fucking crazy to believe you.”
“But you do.”
“Shit.” He heaved a sigh, his gaze seeing right into my soul, knowing that I knew he already did. “I do,” he confirmed anyway.
His lack of hesitation or doubt in accepting what I said filled me with happiness, and the tether between us radiated the same joy back to me. I had found what I craved, and I felt sure nothing would be able to tear my mind from him, the consuming need for his touch.
Lying on our sides, our bodies pressed tight and tingling with growing arousal, I considered all I had, what fate had given us.
Alpha.
My dragon’s whisper sent a pang through my heart.
Jaxon’s brow furrowed, darkening his eyes. “What?”
An attempted smile twitched my lips but failed as I realized he could feel some of my thoughts, but not those of my inner beast. “It would seem my dragon can’t yet communicate with you.”
“Will it ever?” he asked, still frowning, soothing a hand down my back and pulling me tighter against him.
“Once we’re properly bonded, yes.”
“And how do we do that?”
I bit on the inside of my lip, the ache in my chest spreading.
The furrow in his brow deepened. “Tell me, baby.”
“My name is Primrose.”
“Quit stalling, Primrose, and tell me what the fuck is hurting you, ‘cuz I can’t fucking stand it.”
“Our alpha,” I whispered, hating that tears hazed my vision and choked my voice.
“Alpha…” His brow eased as his mind worked over the word. “As in our mate.”
“Yes.”
“Is there something about dragonbloods you left out?”
“It takes three blood born to procreate,” I whispered, my gaze dropping to his chin. “Three mates, fated by destiny, to be together until they rest with the stars.”
Wonder replaced the hurt radiating through our tether. His inner dragon whispered in his head as the image of our alpha wavered in my mind.
“Patrick.” He breathed the name.
“Doctor Macaire,” I whispered even though he didn’t need the assurance he spoke truth.
Chapter Twelve
Jaxon
The second Primrose had whispered the word alpha, a tingling woke inside me, a thirst deeper than she would ever be able to quench. I felt like a goddamn cheating bitch, unworthy of her perfection—
Primrose pressed her fingers against my lips even though I hadn’t spoken the thought out loud. Seemed she could read my mind easier than I could hers. “Yes, I can, but only because it’s my gift to hear the inner voice of blood born. And you’re beyond worthy, so much more than I had hoped for in a beta.”
Beta. Yes. My inner voice—a goddamn dragon—whispered then purred at having finally been made known to me.
I kissed Prim’s fingertips, pulling her tighter against me as guilt over wanting our alpha crept into my head.
“It’s not wrong to desire him.” Her voice caught, and I frowned again as I realized her pain wasn’t from my cheating thoughts.
“What did he do to you?”
“Turned me away,” she whispered, tears once more coating her eyes. The ache in her chest mirrored mine.
“We are meant to be together,” I said, wishing the wetness from her golden gaze.
“Yes.” Her pain-filled whisper tightened my chest.
“Then we’ll go to him together. Tell him the truth—he’ll listen.”
“He won’t.” She shook her head, her eyes closing as though trying to escape the hurt his rejection had caused. “His human side is strong, something I’ve never encountered before. It’s like … like he’s managed to cage the dragon within, smother its voice, its desires beneath his will.”
I pressed my lips to her pouted mouth, wanting to eat up the hurt, soothe the ache the bastard had caused. “Man’s fucking crazy to not want you.” I pulled back and smiled, hoping she could feel my complete satisfaction in her—in her alone, I would be content if that’s what she needed. “You’re perfect, Prim. All woman, sexy as fuck, empathetic and caring—”
She snorted. “You don’t even know me.”
I pressed my palm against her chest and found her heart beat in time with mine. “I can feel what’s in here,” I reminded her. “Not words, but emotions. Wants.” I studied her face, hoping she understood what I felt through the energy linking us.
Her smile eventually returned, the sparkle in her light brown eyes making me so damn happy I wanted to leap off a cliff.
