Driven by Dragonblood, page 18
part #3 of Blood Born Series
Son.
My brow furrowed at the voice, one more feminine than my dragon, but it hadn’t been either of the two women in my office. They’d gone silent at the unfamiliar voice.
“Son,” I repeated, staring into the swirling blue.
“Your eyes, Doctor Macaire,” Primrose whispered, and I glanced over at her. “They’re glowing.”
I turned my focus back on the orb, unable—or unwilling, perhaps—to remove my hand from its smooth surface as waves of contentment and satisfaction filled me.
“Can you hear her?” Emelia asked.
Son, the voice repeated.
“Who is she?” I asked Emelia without looking at her, sure the voice spoke to me—of—me.
“A grandmother too many greats to count,” Emelia replied. “The last full-blooded royal Blood Born of our line.”
I blinked, processing. Emelia had already told me I was a direct descendent of a royal family, but to hear a magical object declare me as such…
I lifted my gaze to Primrose as the beast inside me prodded me to do so. “Come here,” I said, holding out my hand.
Smiling, she clasped mine, and I gasped as the light shimmered over her, her eyes glowing golden.
Female, my dragon and the feminine voice spoke as one.
I glanced at Jaxon, summoning him through our bond.
He stood and wove his fingers through Primrose’s and closed the other atop mine on the orb.
The light danced around our circle of three, and Emelia sighed as Jaxon’s eyes also glowed with an otherworldly sheen.
Beta, the voice whispered.
“Mates,” Emelia said with a smile. “Fated and accepted by the stars.”
I had accepted the truth the night before, but feeling our bond with the connection of the orb settled complete peace within my heart. True contentment flooded through the three of us.
Not the last… The female’s voice faded as the light ebbed back into the orb.
“Not the last? What does that mean?” I asked Emelia who peered at the orb, her brow furrowing.
“Not the last of your royal blood, perhaps?” She met my gaze.
“Vanni.” I spoke his name as the image of him flashed in my head.
“Vanni?” Primrose repeated, chuckling and squeezing my hand. “You think my grandfather’s alpha is your … family?”
“As am I,” Emelia said, drawing both Primrose and Jaxon’s attention. “Well, a distant cousin, actually.” She explained what she’d told me before, how she had been destined to help me on my journey, help me find my mates.
The light in the orb receded fully, and I sat back, glancing at the clock as Jaxon leaned against the edge of my desk and Primrose moved around it toward her sister again. “You only have five minutes, Emelia.”
She sighed and gently picked up the orb before holding it out toward me. “You should take this.”
I considered but a moment before shaking my head. “You keep it. You were meant to find it. It belongs to you.”
Turning toward Primrose and Jaxon once more, I pointed toward the door. “You two need to go home.”
“Home.” Jaxon’s eyes lit with amusement and love. “I like the sound of that.”
“Good.” I shot a glare at Primrose as she lingered to hug her sister and whisper a few things in her ear. “Primrose.”
“My grumpy alpha needs his space,” she whispered loud enough for me to hear, laughter in her eyes as she glanced over her shoulder at me.
“I have no wish to lose my job,” I said, my voice stern, my inner thoughts telling her to obey me or else.
“You’ll be leaving Lockwood on your own soon, anyway, Doctor,” Emelia said with a smile while tucking the orb back inside her robe. “You don’t have anything to fear.” She glanced at my mates. “Some will not understand and judge your relationship, but your reputation will not be ruined.” Her steady gaze returned to my face. “Your business will grow.”
Yes, my too-many greats of a grandmother agreed from beneath Emelia’s covering.
While a few weeks prior I never would have trusted her mutterings or the voice inside me, my eyes had been opened to truth far beyond what humanity knew.
Shoulders relaxing a bit, I studied Emelia as she and Primrose hugged one last time. How had I not seen the resemblance between the two women before? Although Emelia’s eyes were dark as coal while Primrose’s were golden brown, the same slant at the corners, the same high cheekbones and generous mouth … thick hair of different colors, but with the same natural wave and part on the right side.
Emelia stood a good five inches shorter than Primrose and didn’t have nearly the same fullness of a woman, but I expected it would come with time.
I cleared my throat and tipped my head toward the door. “Please go. I trust Emelia’s words about my future, but I’d rather not have to explain this,” I said, motioning toward Primrose and Jaxon.
“I’ll come back,” Primrose promised Emelia, their clasped hands slipping from one another’s as she walked toward Jaxon.
“How about I help her get discharged instead,” I said as the thought entered my head, rising to my feet, “so I won’t have to worry myself sick over revealing what we are to the world?”
“I need to stay here, remember, Doctor?” Emelia said with a grin. “So my mates can find me.”
Jaxon grabbed Primrose’s hand before she could ask Emelia what she meant. “Make us invisible, Prim. We got what we wanted.” Cocky kid winked at me. “And the promise of punishment.”
“Jaxon.” I growled in my chest, and both Emelia and Primrose’s faces flushed.
“See you, Doctor Macaire,” Emelia said, scampering toward the door. She flashed a smile at Primrose. “See you, Sis.”
“Cloak yourselves,” I said the second Emelia disappeared from sight, “and get the hell out of here.”
Both grinning, my mates shimmered out of sight.
****
Unable to keep from thinking of them, to keep my dick from swelling with need, I left work early. Again.
Primrose’s moan hit my ears at the same time the scent of their fucking did—the second I walked in the goddamn door. I shed my clothes while hurrying through the house and up the stairs, the slap of skin and grunts of my beta heightening my blood.
My dick jerked in my hand as I crossed the threshold.
Our female rode my beta, sweat glistening her body in the sunset shining through my unshuttered bedroom window. Golden hair shimmered like a sunrise, but fell in a cascade around her and Jaxon as she lay over his chest.
Their dragons and thoughts of punishment needed to wait beckoned me forward, and Jaxon rolled them, pinning Primrose beneath him. He fucked into her hard and fast, the scent of the slickness between them coating my mouth, leaking my dick.
I climbed between Jaxon’s spread thighs and stilled him with a hand to his lower back. He arched, dragging his dick out of Prim, barely notched inside her dripping pussy.
Without a word, I gave him what he wanted, burying my dick into his ass and pushing him into our female.
Heat and passion rose among us, spurring us on to recreate the bonding we’d already enjoyed. While my mates deserved pain and punishment for disobeying me, I rocked into my beta with slow, pre-cum slickened glides, every shudder, every whimper and moan the most beautiful music I’d ever heard.
I imprinted their scents, the softness of Prim’s skin, the hardness of Jaxon’s muscle in my brain, licking the sweat from his neck, the dryness from her lips.
We came together, my teeth latched onto Jaxon, same as he did to her, complete euphoria shooting me into weightlessness. Complete satiated bliss.
Epilogue
Six months later
I banked, flying low back the way we had come through the starlit night, my joy unspeakable, my dragon’s desire to roar in victory barely held in. The energy of my mates behind me rippled with the same excitement, and I glanced over my shoulder, my dragon sight allowing me a glimpse of dark blue and shimmering blue-green scales and wings flapping haphazardly in attempt to keep up.
I shot upward, needing the wind to stretch my grin even wider.
Show off.
Jaxon’s dragon grumbled in my brain, Patrick’s focus, his drive to succeed honing his thoughts on keeping in flight and not nose-diving into the ground like he’d done a half-hour earlier.
Laughing, I spiraled back down to earth, a flap of wings pulling me up before I hit, my claws resting on the rock ledge in the Grand Canyon’s northern wilderness where we always came to practice my mates’ shifting.
Darkness covered the land, but I easily tracked my mates through the air as they banked and headed my way.
Gentle, I told them through our bond.
Jaxon landed first—on his feet, pride and cockiness flickering my way and stretching my smile.
Patrick followed in a scatter of stones, his backside hitting the ground first.
For an alpha of the royal bloodline, you can’t land worth a shit.
I snickered over Jaxon’s thought, but our shared amusement cut short at Patrick’s low growl. That rumble turned to purring as both men blanketed me, their long tongues lashing at my face with the need to release the adrenaline from their first flight.
I shifted, my hands on their scaled flanks, and as Jaxon struggled to slowly take on his human form, Patrick slid his long, forked tongue between my thighs.
Wet.
“Mmm,” I agreed, widening my stance.
He licked my slit from ass to clit before dipping into my core with his long tongue, weakening my knees.
“Need you,” I whispered, grabbing hold of his scaled jowls as Jaxon pressed against my back, his arms wrapping around my waist.
Reading our alpha’s mind, Jaxon lay down on the earth, still holding my back tight against his chest. His hard cock lined my ass crack, and I scooted higher, needing him inside me.
Patrick struggled to shift as well, his aggravation and desire to mate making me reach for him.
Relax, I told him. Focus on your human form, not my pussy or Jaxon’s leaking dick.
A huff of hot dragon breath, sweet as sugar wafted over us both—and Jaxon thrust into my pussy.
I arched my back, gasping at the sudden fullness. “Patrick,” I groaned, and he appeared between my legs, longer hair mussed as though blown in the wind, eyes dark in the night but glowing with an inner blue light.
He crawled atop me on hands and knees, claiming my mouth as Jaxon continued to fuck in and out of me with slow thrusts, heating my blood.
For two weeks, Patrick’s mindset had been on creating a baby, and even though I claimed I wanted to live for a while before being tied down to children, I longed for the same thing. With every passing day, both his and Jaxon’s dragons had grown stronger from our bonding, from the sustenance they gave each other.
“Let us give you a child, my sweet love,” Patrick murmured, lifting away from my mouth, his cock sliding up over my clit with every thrust from Jaxon beneath us.
Sweet love.
Tears pricked my eyes as his new pet name for me echoed in my ears.
His good little boy grasped my hips and held still inside me. He, too, wanted to plant his seed in me, see my belly swell with their offspring.
Their hearts’ desire—I couldn’t deny them.
Patrick groaned, and grabbed the base of his dick, sliding it along Jaxon’s as he pulled out. He held my gaze, his lips parted, love pouring through our bond as pre-cum oozed from Patrick to help in our mating.
Jaxon slid back in and held still, his face in the side of my neck. “Breathe, baby.”
Patrick pressed against the back of his dick and pushed forward.
“Oh!” The initial sting, the burn of being stretched by two cocks, shimmered away like a shadow upon the sun’s rising. “Yes.” I whimpered, my body relaxed completely, entrusted in Jaxon’s hold and opening to our alpha.
Our alpha worked his way in, inch by inch. Jaxon’s determination to keep from climaxing matched our alphas, and I held Patrick’s gaze as he bottomed out against my womb.
Both lengths throbbed in my pussy, skin on skin, pre-cum tingling deep inside me.
“Love me,” I whispered out loud, drawing Patrick’s head back down.
****
Patrick
I could feel the pebbles biting into Jaxon’s back, the overwhelming fullness Prim experienced having us both inside her tight pussy, nudging in and out in synchronized rhythm. Jaxon’s determination to keep from blowing his load matched my own.
Our female attempted to writhe between our arms, like bands of steel holding her in place to give her what I’d been dreaming about every night since bonding.
I wanted her swollen with our child, glowing and filled with evidence of our love, our commitment to one another.
“Love you,” I whispered against her soft lips, Jaxon’s joking of “Ditto” in his head a poor attempt to keep us from plundering into our female like wild, rutting animals.
Our female whimpered between us, sweat slickening our skin as we loved her. “Please.”
“Fuck.” I pulled out and slammed into Primrose, pulling a grunt from both of my mates.
Jaxon responded in kind, giving our female exactly what she wanted.
“Harder,” she panted, her breath loud in my ear as I hugged her tight, giving her everything I had, encouraging Jaxon through our bond to do the same.
“Together,” I said on a grunt while burying against her womb. Jaxon’s cock slammed in alongside mine, and shots of cum spurted from us, pulling a shriek from Primrose. Every contraction of her pussy as she shattered between us pulled another rush of cum from us. Her pussy milked our pulsing dicks, her body taking every drop deep into her womb.
Heaving for breath, I held myself on my elbows, not wanting to crush her.
Jaxon groaned, his hold on my hips loosening, and I realized he’d held me tight enough I would bruise. “Fucking rock in my shoulder blade,” he grumbled, and I rolled to my side, taking my mates with me.
We remained buried inside Primrose, silent beneath the stars—our ancestors watching over us as our hearts slowed.
I owed one of their descendants my livelihood. It had been Officer Ayling’s referral to the Chief of Police when they’d needed an outside psychiatrist brought in that saved my reputation from the shit Jessie had begun to spew upon her release.
The following week, the chief’s sister, too, made an appointment at my personal office. Two days later, the mayor’s wife had done the same.
I’d given my two weeks’ notice at Lockwood a few weeks earlier and left on my own—with an excellent referral—exactly as Emelia had said.
Jaxon let out a sigh and snuck his arm between Primrose and me, laying his hand on her lower abdomen. “Do you think it worked?” he asked, pulling me back from my thoughts.
I closed my eyes, searching through the three of us, wondering. Hoping, while caressing Prim’s cheek with my thumb.
“Yes,” Primrose whispered, grasping my hand on her face and sliding it down atop Jaxon’s.
Three hands—four heartbeats.
“Holy…” Jaxon laughed as I grinned. “Already?” he asked, pulling out of Primrose and attempting to roll her onto her back, his gaze plastered to her belly and our clasped hands atop.
My sweet love sighed. “Stars help us.”
“Why?” I asked, still smiling and not understanding.
She slid my hand beneath hers to rest directly against her skin.
Five heartbeats.
“Shit.” I jerked my head up. “Twins?”
Her laughter echoed her joy inside, but underlying fear and anxiety rose. “They can hear us, you know, so no cursing.”
I grumbled another swear.
“You wanted this, so pull up your big boy panties,” she said, trying not to laugh.
“I don’t wear undies,” I reminded her, my brow furrowing.
“Well, if I’m this fertile—” she giggled enough lightness filled my chest, “you might want to start—and never take them off.”
“Nah.” I pulled my semi from her tight sheath and rolled over her on hands and knees—fuck the goddamn pebbles—to reach Jaxon. “I’ll just fuck our beta.”
“Mmm.” Primrose slid her hand between her legs at the rush of cum and fresh arousal trickling from her pussy. “If that thought wasn’t so hot and didn’t burn Jaxon up, I’d complain.”
I took Jaxon’s mouth, our dicks swelling between us as Primrose moaned her approval.
“Love you both so much,” she whispered on a sigh.
As one, Jaxon and I turned our attack on our female, her squeals and giggles lighting up every corner of my soul—and Jaxon’s.
“Let’s show her how much we love her, beta,” I said, pausing in my devouring of her breasts, her furled nipples that tasted of strawberries. “You opened our hearts, Primrose.”
Yes, Jaxon agreed through our bond as he licked the saltiness of drying sweat off her neck.
“You’ve given us everything,” I murmured, peering into her golden-brown eyes.
“Yeah.” She huffed a laugh, holding her belly. “Twice over.”
“So much more than twins, Prim.” Jaxon roamed his hand down over her plump ass. “Unconditional love and acceptance, and a family of our own.”
Primrose’s fear over the future rose once more as the twins’ hearts beat stronger in time with ours, but she faced our beta. “It was you who gave us everything, Jax,” she murmured, cupping his cheek. “Without your strength and encouragement, I would have given up on us.”
“You’re a good man, Jaxon,” I said in agreement of her feelings while catching his gaze.
“Nah.” He grinned. “I’m just a horny bastard who believed in fate enough to accept you both, flaws and all.”
“I hope like hell neither of these two take after their beta father,” I said with a grimace, the heartbeats strengthening against my palm.
Jaxon chuckled while Primrose groaned. “We’re in trouble,” she mumbled.
