Driven by Dragonblood, page 16
part #3 of Blood Born Series
“I kicked Jessie out the same day I met Jaxon,” I said, wiping Primrose’s pussy rather than licking it clean like I wanted to.
A cocky grin rose to Jaxon’s lips, and the mischief in his eyes and mussed hair swelled my dick again.
“She was on her way out already,” I said, barely keeping from rolling my eyes at his arrogance in thinking it was because of him I’d sent her packing.
“I’m not all that?” Jaxon said as I tossed the second towel onto his cum-laced abs.
“You’re hot as fuck, and you know it.”
Prim murmured her agreement with me.
“So are you, old man.” He tossed the sticky towel aside.
I narrowed my gaze, considering everything we needed to discuss, everything I needed answers to. Words in my head warred with the ridiculous, insatiable need to fuck them again.
Jealousy lingered within Primrose, so I turned my focus on her as she sat cross-legged beside Jaxon’s head.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Primrose
My jealousy over the woman I’d found in Patrick’s bed annoyed him, but I couldn’t help the feeling eating at my stomach. I had saved myself for my beta and alpha, and he’d been fucking a woman all along—
“Jaxon was hardly celibate.” Patrick stared at me as his annoyance intensified, and Jaxon’s sheepish, sudden uneasiness rippled through our bond.
Lips pursed, I frowned, trying to figure out what I felt, why Jaxon’s lack of virginity didn’t bother me as much as Patrick’s.
“It’s not because I’m older and should know better,” he said as the thought flitted through my brain.
“But you’re the alpha,” I said, fighting to put into words my disgust at another female knowing his body better than I did.
Patrick spread his arms wide. “You’re welcome to your fill, Primrose. Learn what you wish—take what you wish.”
Jaxon groaned. “Care to make that offer to me?” Laughter filled his low voice even though his lust, hot and ready slid over me.
Patrick shot a glare at our sprawled beta. “You’ve already earned another date with my belt—and a whip or cane once I can get my hands on some real toys.”
A shudder rippled through Jaxon, and I fought to keep my focus on emotions rather than the need for mating again.
Patrick settled his gaze on me, his dark-blue eyes intense as the feelings swirling inside him. “You don’t trust me.”
I didn’t bother answering. He knew I didn’t.
“You can feel everything I do, Primrose. You can hear every thought.” He grabbed hold of my hand and pressed his to his chest. “You know I speak truth when I say that every woman I fucked didn’t own my heart.”
He did speak truth, but he had pushed me away the same as he’d done to them.
“And I’ve never been more goddamn sorry,” he murmured, still studying my face.
“And yet you still hold back,” I whispered, hating that tears laced my voice.
Patrick released his hold on my hand and glanced between the two of us. “Fuck.” He expelled a heavy breath, running a hand through his hair. “I thought I was fucked up in the head as a kid, and learned how to lock the … dragon, away.” Eyes closing, he frowned. “The need to prove myself sane, worthy of life and love, drove me to make my family proud. Driven to excel, driven to conquer.”
“And you succeeded,” Jaxon said, his tone low.
“Yes.” Patrick’s gaze locked on him. “But the sexual drive for you, to bond us together…” He glanced at me. “I’ve never felt anything like it in my life, and it fills me with fear that I might lose all I’ve accomplished because all I can think about, all I want to do is fuck you both.”
“It’s always that way for blood born mates.”
“Will it ever lessen?” he asked. “Because I can’t focus at work, I can’t help my patients when all I can think about is beating his ass and worshiping yours.”
Jaxon groaned as my pussy spasmed with the need to be filled. I studied his swelling length.
“I’ve read the desire will fade a bit, but I don’t know how long it takes.” I frowned, remembering my short return home a few days prior. “When I went back home to see Grandpop, he, Vanni, and Ashley, had been bonded for a few weeks but were still going at it like rabbits.”
“Vanni.” Patrick’s curiosity and a flash of disbelief jerked my head toward him.
“You know him?”
“I knew a Giovanni who went by that nickname years ago,” he said slowly. “Another of our friends just told me he had taken off for Wyoming—with a man and woman he claimed were his mates.”
“Black hair,” I said as laughter swelled inside me. “Green eyes.”
Patrick’s brow rose, his face reddening. “Giovanni is your grandfather’s alpha?”
I nodded, giggling harder at Jaxon’s confusion.
“What the fuck?” Patrick lay back on the foot of the bed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “He’s a goddamn alpha. I shouldn’t be surprised. Kinky fucker.”
I choked on another burst of laughter.
“It’s not fucking funny,” Patrick grumbled.
“Care to tell me what the fuck is going on?” Jaxon said, nudging Patrick’s shoulder with his foot. “There’s a million and one thoughts flooding my goddamn brain, and I can’t make shit out of them.”
“I had a threesome once in college with two of my friends.” Patrick turned his head toward us, a bit of embarrassment spilling through the bond. “Giovanni was one of them.”
Jaxon’s brow furrowed, the burst of jealousy in his heart fading my smile. “Did you fuck him?”
Disgust radiated off them both. “No,” Patrick said, his brow furrowing in return. “You’re the only man I’ve ever touched in a sexual way—the only man I’ve ever fucked and the only man I ever will fuck.”
Jaxon’s mind relaxed, and he sank back into the mattress again, a slow smirk warming me between the thighs.
“Pack up your shit,” Patrick said, rolling off the bed.
“Why?”
“Because you’re coming home with me where you belong.”
My heart leapt, but I bit my lip to keep my happiness from exploding through our bond. Unease still lay like a cancer inside Patrick’s mind, and short of us moving out of state and starting over, I feared his complete submission to fate.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Jaxon
It took all of fifteen minutes for me to throw all of my and Prim’s stuff into a couple of trash bags. Darkness coated the land until we left my apartment, and Prim once more sat on my lap as Patrick drove us to his house.
Content over the fact he wanted us moved in with him overshadowed my fear, but Prim’s still leaked through the bond even though she tried to contain her emotions. Of the two of us, I should have been more hesitant to trust Patrick, but I found submitting to him, his desires, our fate, easy as breathing.
Giving him shit, though, also came easy—and I couldn’t resist the thought of punishment from his hand.
My dick jerked against Prim’s ass, and she wiggled against me with a sigh.
“What are you thinking about, boy?” Patrick asked in his hot as fuck alpha voice, all rumbling and low.
My asshole clenched—without a trace of soreness or an ache from the pounding he’d given me for bloodying his nose.
“You know what I’m thinking,” I said with a cocky grin.
He kept his focus on the road, but turned his head to thoroughly check out the front of his house as we pulled in the driveway. “She’s gone, thank fuck.”
He parked, the garage door rattling shutting behind us.
I grabbed our bags off the back seat and followed him and Prim into the kitchen.
The sour scent of booze and perfume lingered.
Prim’s jealousy spiked again, rousing my anger.
“Don’t tell us to calm the fuck down,” I grumbled, dropping our bags on the floor as Patrick’s thoughts to do just that opened his mouth. “How would you feel if another woman’s scent lingered on my skin? Traces of another alpha’s cum clung to Prim?”
Patrick’s dragon growled, rumbling his chest.
“Exactly.” I lifted my chin, staring him down as Prim stood to the side, aroused by the tension rising between us.
“Upstairs.”
Dick thick and leaking, I intentionally ambled slowly back the hallway, my mouth drooling for a taste of violence, of his cum.
Yes.
All three dragons roused, their need fueling our physical bodies.
But Patrick’s annoyance needed venting.
I yanked my shirt off overhead, dropping it to the stairs. The second I entered his bedroom, I kicked off my sneakers, and through our bond, encouraged Prim to strip as I pushed off my jeans.
I lay down over the foot of the bed, legs spread and ass in the air.
Prim did the same, facing me, her pupils huge, the tanginess of her cream-smeared thighs flooding my nose.
I’d only ever wanted Patrick to give me pain, to treat Prim as the treasure she was, but her longing mirrored mine, her backside already tingling and ready for our alpha.
Patrick groaned at the sight of us. “You read my fucking mind.”
“Easy to do,” I reminded him as our heartbeats sped in time. I rubbed my stiff dick against the mattress, and Patrick swatted my ass with a lush sting, his palm lingering to squeeze my ass cheek.
“None of that,” he said, leaning over me, his breath hot on my neck as he jerked his belt loose. “You belong to me—so does every spurt of your cum.”
“Don’t make claims you haven’t even accepted yourself,” I said, holding Prim’s gaze, knowing she felt the same.
“Goddamn you.” Patrick yanked off his clothes and snapped his belt in his hands. “Goddamn you both.”
“It’s not our doing,” I said, my ass tensing. “It’s all you and your goddamn control, alpha.”
He let loose, the whoosh sounding a split second before a thousand bees stung my ass. “Fuck.” I groaned into the comforter, and he swatted Prim, the impact and pain searing through our bond.
“Hope you can feel it, too, Doc,” I growled between clenched teeth.
The next swat landed even harder, and I cursed Patrick to the fucking stars. At least he took it a bit easier on Prim.
Tears coursed her cheeks, but her arousal heightened, easing the ache across my thighs.
Patrick’s determination to hold onto his anger slipped as the pain he inflicted on us all slowly morphed into the pleasant buzz that leaked pre-cum from my dick and swelled Prim’s pussy, making her all creamy for dicks.
He dropped the belt and trailed his fingers down over our asses. “Such a good little boy and girl,” he murmured. “I don’t know who I should fuck first.”
“Sick fuck!” The shriek jerked me upward as a barrel of emotions rolled through me.
Patrick growled. “Jessie.”
A woman stood in the bedroom doorway, anger and disbelief in her eyes as she glanced over the three of us.
Prim cowered, and I glowered alongside Patrick, both of our cocks drooping, both of us barely containing the rage over the woman’s intrusion.
“Get the fuck out.”
Jessie took me in from head to toe before her focus moved to Prim. “Good little boy and girl, huh?” She sneered, but backed up a step as Patrick stalked toward her. “You’re one sick fuck, Pat. Are either of them even eighteen?”
“Out!” he hollered, and she scampered away, his heavy footfalls down the stairs after her.
“Jax…”
I turned and pulled Prim into my arms, my goddamn head ready to explode from the shitstorm of thoughts and upheaving emotions stringing our bond tight.
Patrick hollered for Jessie to get out again.
“Sick fucking pedophile!” Jessie shrieked, and a stinging slap sounded.
Prim and I stilled in the sudden silence as Patrick’s anger spiked. His dragon’s growl vibrated both our chests.
“Get. Out.” Patrick bit the words.
“Fuck you, Pat!”
My fists ached to slam into her, same as Patrick’s, but his self-control proved effective.
“What are you doing?” he asked, his rumbling voice easily carrying up the stairs.
“Calling the fucking cops on you!” She screamed back, and I closed my eyes against the rage, the disappointment—the goddamn fear—swelling inside Patrick.
A scuffle sounded, and a door slammed shut.
Prim clung to me, both of us tense as Patrick stomped back up the stairs.
“Fucking bitch,” he swore, grabbing his clothes, tension radiating off him in heat waves. “Get dressed.”
We both scurried to do as told, Patrick disappearing back down the stairs the second he clasped his jeans.
“What’s going to happen?” Prim asked me, her voice small and full of the fear coursing through her.
“Don’t fucking know.” I yanked my shirt on and grabbed her hand. “Let’s go.”
****
Primrose
I clung to Jax’s hand with both of mine, hesitant to follow his sure steps down the stairs. Jessie stood outside, ranting into a cell like a drunken lunatic on Patrick’s front porch.
Patrick slammed around in the kitchen back the hallway, his anger palatable enough my chest tightened. All traces of desire, lust, and the need to mate had ripped away the second Jessie had caught us.
Three consenting adults, I murmured in my head as we entered the kitchen, but neither Jaxon nor Patrick responded to my thought.
Jaxon squeezed my hand and released me, motioning me to sit.
Legs trembling, I sank into one of the chairs around Patrick’s small table, only a slight sting remaining from the punishment he’d inflicted. His hands shook as he filled three glasses of water.
“What’s going to happen?” I asked again as he handed one to me.
Still scowling, he pointed toward the chair across from me, and Jaxon obeyed. “She called the cops. She’ll tell them what she walked in on.”
“It’s not a big deal,” Jaxon said.
Patrick shot him a glare over the rim of his glass while swallowing a mouthful of water.
“What?” Jaxon glared back. “Enjoying a little kinky action and threesomes isn’t illegal.”
“No, but this town is conservative enough that my career could be ruined.”
“Who gives a fuck?” Jax grumbled, and Patrick slammed his glass on the table between us.
“I do! Do you know how hard I’ve fought to make myself into the man I am? Do you have any goddamn idea the sacrifices I’ve made, the emotional turmoil I’ve dealt with trying to figure out if I’m losing my fucking mind?”
The ache knifing my chest, the catch of my sob furrowed Jaxon’s brow. “You’re not the only one dealing with emotion turmoil, Doc.”
I’d never felt so inadequate in my life. Relationships, love… I had no idea what to think or how to feel, and the bonded emotions of my mates only intensified my inability to think.
“Fuck.” Patrick scrubbed a hand down his face before pulling me out of my chair and wrapping me in his arms. “I’m so goddamn sorry.”
Love radiated from him, somewhat easing my suffering, and the second Jaxon’s arms squeezed both of us, the tension left my body and I sagged against my alpha’s hard chest.
“We’re going to figure this out,” Patrick said, his body still vibrating with anger, but assurance in his tone.
I wanted to shift, take my mates far from the mess we’d created.
“We didn’t create it, Prim,” Jax said. “That bitch did.”
“And I can’t just take off,” Patrick added. A siren sounded in the distance, and he heaved a heavy sigh. “You both have IDs?”
“Yes,” Jax replied, and I thanked the memory of my grandmother insisting I get licensed on the day I turned old enough to drive our old truck down out of the mountain.
“Thank fuck.” Our heartbeats slowed as the sirens drew near, and I breathed in the scents of my mates.
Someone pounded on the door. “The cops are here!” Jessie hollered, her voice slurred, seeming pleased with herself.
“We are consenting adults,” Patrick murmured what I had said earlier, releasing his hold on me.
“Let’s go take care of this shit so we can get back to what we were doing.” Jaxon’s attempt at lightness fell short, and I once more squeezed his hand as we followed Patrick back the hall toward the front door.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Patrick
The elder of the two cops kept Jessie and her raised voice full of threats and bullshit outside, thank fuck. The younger crossed the threshold into my home, and Prim’s eyes widened as a shot of adrenaline raced through her.
Dragonblood.
Brow furrowed, I struggled to make sense of what she whispered through the bond as the cop glanced among the three of us. I missed his name and fought to focus on his explanation of what Jessie had claimed.
“Nothing wrong with a little kink, officer,” Jaxon said with a grin after the cop finished filling us in. “Especially when all three are consenting adults.”
The man’s eyebrow rose as he bit back a smirk. “Can I see your IDs?”
I sprinted upstairs to grab my wallet off the floor while the cop followed Jaxon and Prim into the kitchen where their bags still sat by the garage door.
I made my way back to the kitchen and bit back a growl as the officer’s gaze flitted down over Primrose while she bent to rifle through her bag. When he turned his focus on Jaxon doing the same, I cleared my throat.
“They’re both legal,” I said, struggling to keep my anger out of my voice and my fist from crumpling my license as the truth of what they really meant to me solidified in my head and heart. Time to state it out loud so the goddamn cop didn’t get any ideas. “They’re also mine.”
Red-faced, Prim handed the cop her ID, refusing to meet his gaze as her need for me spiked. Jaxon handed his over with an arrogant grin—one that would earn him a good lashing once the cops left. I glared at my beta as the officer checked out their licenses.
You are mine, I told him again through our bond. I hope you realize what you’re in for, what you’ve been hellbent on getting from me this entire time.
