Driven by Dragonblood, page 6
part #3 of Blood Born Series
“Fuck.” My brow furrowed again as memories flashed through my head at lightning speed.
Prim propped up on an elbow, concern widening her eyes.
I huffed a laugh even while frowning and shaking my head. “Ever since I was a kid, I always thought I could fly.”
“Really?”
“The voice in my head insisted I would if only I allowed him the chance.” I laughed again, my face relaxing. “That’s why I ended up in Lockwood.”
One of her eyebrows popped up. “Meaning you jumped off a building or something?”
“A few times.”
Dragonblood—we do have wings.
Prim peered into my eyes. “He’s spoken to you since childhood and everyone thought you were crazy.”
“Yes.”
“I can show you how to shift—I think. We can fly the skies together.”
“Holy fuck.” I sat straight up, all trace of a smile gone from my lips. “You’re fucking with me.”
“No.” She clasped my hands, the energy between us ebbed and strengthened, her emotions going from joyous to annoyance as she chewed on her lower lip, gaze latched on my eyes. “You can’t hear my dragon at all yet, can you?”
I shook my head.
“Damn.” She exhaled a heavy sigh, but perked up a second later, a gleam in her eyes I recognized all too well.
I narrowed my gaze even though the devil’s glint sped my heartbeat. “What are you thinking?”
A smile toyed with the corner of her lips as her gaze roamed over me like she made a calculation in her pretty little head. “Is there a bridge around here?”
****
We waited until late, full dark, when hardly a soul would be driving around before approaching the one place high enough she could carry my weight into the air.
I told myself I was fucking insane as we walked across the lone bridge in our town. Would I end up floundering below in the river? Left a cripple from broken legs like I should have been when I’d done the same as a kid?
You’ll have her again. We can fly. She’ll keep us safe until you learn to use my wings.
Even if my inner dragon’s thoughts proved false, at least I’d gotten to taste Prim’s sweet pussy and enjoy the slickness of her tight sheath clenching down on my cock twice more before leaving the apartment.
Getting it up and shooting off so many times in one day—otherworldly and I fucking loved it.
Prim pulled up to a stop in the middle of the bridge and peered into the darkness below.
“Let me guess,” I said, my heart already in my goddamn throat. “You have x-ray vision.”
“Hardly—but I can see in the dark and know your cock is ready for me again.”
“Damn.” Pre-cum oozed. “Not that I’m complaining over my sudden super-dick,” I said with a laugh, “but why don’t I have special powers like yours?”
“Because you haven’t shifted yet.” She climbed the barrier meant to keep people safe and stood on the other side, one hand holding the railing. “Let me help you fly.”
“Won’t shifting tear your clothes?” I asked what she’d told me earlier.
Prim shrugged, her smile twitching my dick in my jeans. “Yes, but I can cloak myself until we’re home again.”
“You’ll let me see yourself in all your naked glory before covering back up, won’t you?” I asked, grinning as the sexually-charged energy between us zapped across my skin.
“I’ll go naked the rest of my life if that’s what you want.”
“Goddamn.” I climbed over that damn barrier without a thought beyond the curves of her body at my disposal for all eternity.
She wrapped one arm around my waist and leaned into me, brushing her lips over mine, and I groaned my need to have her again. “Trust me?”
“Yes.”
“Then let go, my beta, and we’ll fly.”
My hold on the railing released, and we fell back into the air. Breath caught, heart in my throat, I clenched my eyes shut as the ground rushed to meet us. So much for my raging hard-on.
Death or Lockwood, here I come, I thought.
The energy between us rippled—muscles far beyond my Prim tightened around my waist—and a rush of flapping, like a thousand birds at once, shot us upward, leaving my heart in my toes.
I may have shrieked like a girl and I definitely swallowed against rising bile as I forced my eyelids open. Shimmering gold scales covered the goddamn dragon leg I clutched at. Dark talons, sharp as fuck, wrapped around my body in a gentle hold.
“Goddamn!” I laughed. “Fucking hell!”
I lifted my head to find the stars overhead blackened out—by a graceful neck. Every flap of Prim’s wings took us higher beyond where I’d ever gone on foot. The lights of our town twinkled far below, and overwhelming giddiness, fucking delight, had me whooping like a five-year-old on his first rollercoaster ride.
She banked, and I swallowed against the damn bile again.
Would I ever learn to shift and fly? Did Patrick wonder about the same—did he even know what he was? Even more, would he ever accept what was destined among us three?
Forcing aside the thoughts didn’t come easy, but determination to enjoy my flight, the fucking talons of my fierce female dragon eventually eased lingering desire for more than her alone.
Chapter Thirteen
Patrick
Thank fuck it was the weekend. I needed time and space to clear my head and make sense of the shaking foundation of my life. Laptop on the kitchen table and a fresh pot of coffee brewing, I sat and searched online for hours, scribbling down notes—crossing some out as other sources changed the way my mind sought to explain what I’d seen, felt, and heard from the golden goddess’s hauntingly delicious mouth.
Dragonblood.
Even repeating the word in my head swelled the darkness inside me, filling the void I fought to contain it with.
Driven to find an answer beyond madness which I refused to accept, I hardly got up from the chair all day long. I ordered takeout so I wouldn’t have to waste time cooking. I also ended up shutting off my cell since Jessie tried calling and texting me a half-dozen times, begging to answer, that she had been wrong about her feelings toward me.
I couldn’t be bothered.
My search for the word the golden goddess had whispered didn’t bring up any specifics but digging deeper brought me to an old blog, one no longer active, with Native American stories supposedly passed from generation to generation.
An author wannabe obsessed by fantasy, or a sincere old man trying to capture his past before their nation’s lore faded into obscurity?
A sense of rightness pushed me onward in finding the owner of the blog. I made a dozen calls, dug a little deeper, and finally reached the young woman responsible for uploading her grandfather’s stories.
“He’s been telling them to me since I can remember,” she said a short time into our conversation once I explained I was a doctor, researching patients’ inner voices.
“Do you know how much is based on fact?”
The young woman sighed. “I’m a dreamer, so I would love to tell you the stories of the dragons helping to see my ancestors through the bad winters are true. Imagine if they were?” She laughed lightly, and that sense of rightness settled a bit more in the back of my mind.
“There’s never been any evidence of such beasts,” I said, more for my own sanity than to refute her stories.
“No, but my grandfather told me when the dragons passed, their souls rose to reign in the stars and that oval-shaped orbs covered in glowing scales was all that remained behind.”
“Is your grandfather available to speak with me? I would love to meet with him—sit and listen to those stories he’s shared with you.”
“I’m sure he would love that.” Her voice betrayed her smile, and I found my heart rate kicking up.
Only an hour away, she agreed to bring her grandfather to a coffee shop near the halfway point between us. Breakfast, I promised, would be on me.
While I didn’t have any specific answers, I at least had something to go on besides the darkness and surety I sought the proper road. I’d always been a driven individual, studying to ace every single test through college in obtaining my doctorate and prove my mind rose beyond childhood madness. The need to make sense of what I had experienced, of the puzzle the strange, beautiful woman had spread out in my mind, sat like fuel, ready to propel me forward in discovering the truth.
****
The old man full of stories insisted I call him Dave. I had expected a name that matched the appearance of him—gray hair in a long braid, skin tanned and wrinkled from the sun, his dark eyes and cheekbones evidence of his heritage.
“So, Dave.” I pushed my half-eaten plate of waffles to the side and leaned onto the table, my stomach churning in need of answers. “Tell me about your people’s history with the dragons.”
We had briefly discussed what his granddaughter had put on the blog and how his own grandfather had passed the stories down to him when he’d been a teenager. The tales, from what he said, went back to the first of his ancestors when mankind didn’t yet rule the earth.
“The dragons ruled the skies. Three families, three royal lines.” Dave, too, pushed his plate aside and wrapped his gnarled hands around the tan coffee mug our waitress had refilled. “They never bothered with man, and it has been joked in more recent generations that we were too tough to chew. They preferred the buffalo of the plains, the elk from the north.”
“Your granddaughter said they often supplied your people in harsh winters.”
“It is said they did. Often, and in return, mankind respected their need for privacy and the same right to live as all the beasts of the earth.”
“Were you ever told how they communicated with mankind?”
Brow furrowed, he peered over my shoulder, his eyes hazing over as though searching his memory. “It’s been said my ancestors could hear the dragon’s voices in their minds—words of another language, and yet understandable to my fathers’ spirits.”
I chewed on his explanation for a few seconds, hating that his words sounded right, felt right. The darkness in the vault of my soul stirred, pressing against the walls containing it, but I pushed against the urge to let it out even the slightest.
A thought snaked its way into my mind creating a tendril of fear to shiver down my spine. “Your fathers’ spirits communicated with those of a dragon.”
Dave nodded slowly, his gaze latching onto my eyes and holding steady. “It was said the first two dragons to become something more than mere beast claimed a female human and bore children together.”
Dragonblood intermingling with human.
“Your face has paled, Doctor Macaire.”
I swallowed and cleared my throat, wondering how the voice had slipped through to my mind. “Do you happen to know what those people were called?”
“It would seem you’ve already heard of the beings who took on human form.”
“Dragonblood.” The word escaped my lips like a ragged whisper.
“The dragonblood. Those born by blood—of dragon and man.”
Yes.
The whisper inside me clenched my eyes shut in desperation to keep the madness away.
“My grandfather was the last to believe these beings still walked the earth.” Dave’s statement opened my eyes, and I stared at him, needing so much more than what he could offer me. “I’ve never met such a person or beast, if the stories of them are true, but I have seen my share of people who hear voices.”
“As have I,” I whispered, hating to include myself in the truthful statement.
“Perhaps it isn’t madness that touches so many.”
My feet itched to move, my accelerated heart needing to exercise the rush of adrenaline pumping through my blood. “I can’t thank you enough for meeting with me, Dave.”
He shook my offered hand and dipped his head. “I hope you find the answers you seek, Doctor Macaire.”
I felt sure I had found them—at least the beginnings of those filling my head—and the thought scared the shit out of me.
Chapter Fourteen
Primrose
I stared as Jaxon licked caramel sauce off a plastic spoon, every flick and stroke of his tongue lapping at the sweetness reminding me of where his mouth had been an hour earlier before we finally crawled from his bed.
Cool fall air drifted over us and the picnic bench we sat at, but all I could think about was the heat growing between my thighs.
“Prim.”
I jerked my focus upward to find his eyes shining with mirth—and lust.
“Eat your ice cream,” he murmured, the twinkle in his eyes weakening my knees.
Focusing on the cold treat I’d never enjoyed before proved difficult. Even though the rich chocolate flavor pleased my taste buds, I couldn’t keep from thinking about my beta, his touch, the taste of his breath.
While he’d enjoyed me from head to toe until we finally passed out from exhaustion around four AM the night before, I had yet to taste him.
He groaned and shifted on the table’s wooden bench. “Seriously? You have to think about that right now?”
“I’ll think of that and having your cock inside me again with an insatiable lust until we’re bonded,” I murmured the truth without tact, my attention once more ensnared by his bowed upper lip and the smear of caramel sauce he licked off with a flick of his tongue.
“We can’t bond without Patrick.”
My throat tightened and I closed my eyes at his true, yet harsh reminder. “I know your body desires him as much as mine, Jaxon, but he doesn’t want me. He doesn’t want the mad desire, the needs of his dragon. He is a doctor and won’t be swayed to giving up control to what he must see as insanity.”
“He will.”
“Our shared kiss, the feel of my body in his arms—it wasn’t enough.” Tears clogged my throat further, and I fought to keep the wetness welling in my eyes from coursing down my cheeks as I stared at my beta, wanting him to see the truth, the agony in my heart. “He’s a doctor trained to help people with mental issues, to ‘right’ those who hear voices in their heads. He offered to help me, but only in the way he thinks will ease my supposed madness.”
“We’ll knock him out, tie him up,” Jaxon said, leaning forward, his voice lowered and gaze piercing. “We’ll show him what he’s missing by denying what he is.”
“I won’t force a bonding he has no wish for.”
Jaxon sat back, a slight furrow marring his brow. He glanced around the park, and I wondered at the slyness of his brain as his forehead smoothed out, the sparkle of mischief once more filling his eyes as he turned his focus back on me, my breath catching at the desire pouring off him.
“I dream about him tying me up.” Jaxon kept his voice low even though no one stood nearby. “Flogging me. Whipping me.”
My pussy tingled, and I pressed my thighs together.
“I want him to mark me with a belt—a cane,” he continued, “shove his dick so far up my virgin ass that I lose my breath.” Lust darkened his eyes as his rumbled tone slid over my skin. “I want you to watch, Prim. I want you to touch yourself, slide your fingers into your soaked pussy as our alpha claims me. I want cum drenching your fingers as all three of us cry out our release—together as though one body, one heart.”
The glint in his eye, the slyness of his mind became clear to me. “Don’t do this, Jaxon,” I whispered, my arousal overriding the pain of our alpha’s rejection and Jaxon’s hope to manipulate me.
He leaned forward, pushing his cup of ice cream to the side. “I want you riding my dick when he takes your ass—both of us filling you, shooting our cum deep inside your body where it belongs.”
I clenched my eyes shut as my pussy pulsed with need to be filled like he’d said. Ravaged until I had nothing left to give my mates.
“I want him fucking me while I fuck your sweet pussy—I need to be the bridge between my alpha and female.” We both groaned at the thought of finally bonding. “I fucking lust for it so goddamn bad my body aches,” he whispered.
Jaxon hoped to override my hurt with desire, to wash away doubt by creating erotic images in my brain my dragon also longed for, but I wouldn’t be swayed.
“I won’t be manipulated,” I said as anger trickled through the need wanting to take over my better judgment.
“Please, Prim.” Jaxon half-groaned my name, but I wouldn’t be used in such a way.
I pushed up and climbed from the picnic table’s bench. “All my life, I expected to be alone—feared it, even. Feared rejection from mankind, from any dragonblood I happened to hear whisper from another’s mind.” Tears once more hazed the image of his beautiful face. “While you’ve accepted me, our alpha did not. He does not want me!” I bit each word out as tears slid down my cheeks. “I am not enough.”
Pain rippled through me, and unable to stand the ache in my chest, I shimmered from sight and gave my dragon her wings, leaving behind fluttering pieces of my ripped clothing.
“Prim!” Jaxon’s call faded as I shot into the sky, needing to escape not just my own pain but his as well.
Chapter Fifteen
Jaxon
She left me. Fucking left me.
“Goddamnit!” I swept my cup of ice cream off the table and slammed my fist onto the table’s wooden plank. Pain radiated up through my wrist, but I smashed my hand down again, needing something to focus on other than the fact the energy linking us dissipated with every breath, every aching heartbeat.
All traces of her in my mind faded, leaving me empty and cold.
Our female is gone.
“Fuck.” I hopped up and stormed off, fists clenched, my chest aching so goddamn badly I couldn’t think straight as my dragon whimpered and raged over what I had attempted to do. She’d fucking ripped me apart by leaving, though, broken me in a way no woman had done before.
Pain hazed my sight, my mind, and I found myself stumbling along aimlessly. A rumble of thunder sounded, and I lifted my head, hoping for a glimpse of golden scales. A droplet of rain landed on my cheek, and I closed my eyes as another splattered on my forehead.
Prim propped up on an elbow, concern widening her eyes.
I huffed a laugh even while frowning and shaking my head. “Ever since I was a kid, I always thought I could fly.”
“Really?”
“The voice in my head insisted I would if only I allowed him the chance.” I laughed again, my face relaxing. “That’s why I ended up in Lockwood.”
One of her eyebrows popped up. “Meaning you jumped off a building or something?”
“A few times.”
Dragonblood—we do have wings.
Prim peered into my eyes. “He’s spoken to you since childhood and everyone thought you were crazy.”
“Yes.”
“I can show you how to shift—I think. We can fly the skies together.”
“Holy fuck.” I sat straight up, all trace of a smile gone from my lips. “You’re fucking with me.”
“No.” She clasped my hands, the energy between us ebbed and strengthened, her emotions going from joyous to annoyance as she chewed on her lower lip, gaze latched on my eyes. “You can’t hear my dragon at all yet, can you?”
I shook my head.
“Damn.” She exhaled a heavy sigh, but perked up a second later, a gleam in her eyes I recognized all too well.
I narrowed my gaze even though the devil’s glint sped my heartbeat. “What are you thinking?”
A smile toyed with the corner of her lips as her gaze roamed over me like she made a calculation in her pretty little head. “Is there a bridge around here?”
****
We waited until late, full dark, when hardly a soul would be driving around before approaching the one place high enough she could carry my weight into the air.
I told myself I was fucking insane as we walked across the lone bridge in our town. Would I end up floundering below in the river? Left a cripple from broken legs like I should have been when I’d done the same as a kid?
You’ll have her again. We can fly. She’ll keep us safe until you learn to use my wings.
Even if my inner dragon’s thoughts proved false, at least I’d gotten to taste Prim’s sweet pussy and enjoy the slickness of her tight sheath clenching down on my cock twice more before leaving the apartment.
Getting it up and shooting off so many times in one day—otherworldly and I fucking loved it.
Prim pulled up to a stop in the middle of the bridge and peered into the darkness below.
“Let me guess,” I said, my heart already in my goddamn throat. “You have x-ray vision.”
“Hardly—but I can see in the dark and know your cock is ready for me again.”
“Damn.” Pre-cum oozed. “Not that I’m complaining over my sudden super-dick,” I said with a laugh, “but why don’t I have special powers like yours?”
“Because you haven’t shifted yet.” She climbed the barrier meant to keep people safe and stood on the other side, one hand holding the railing. “Let me help you fly.”
“Won’t shifting tear your clothes?” I asked what she’d told me earlier.
Prim shrugged, her smile twitching my dick in my jeans. “Yes, but I can cloak myself until we’re home again.”
“You’ll let me see yourself in all your naked glory before covering back up, won’t you?” I asked, grinning as the sexually-charged energy between us zapped across my skin.
“I’ll go naked the rest of my life if that’s what you want.”
“Goddamn.” I climbed over that damn barrier without a thought beyond the curves of her body at my disposal for all eternity.
She wrapped one arm around my waist and leaned into me, brushing her lips over mine, and I groaned my need to have her again. “Trust me?”
“Yes.”
“Then let go, my beta, and we’ll fly.”
My hold on the railing released, and we fell back into the air. Breath caught, heart in my throat, I clenched my eyes shut as the ground rushed to meet us. So much for my raging hard-on.
Death or Lockwood, here I come, I thought.
The energy between us rippled—muscles far beyond my Prim tightened around my waist—and a rush of flapping, like a thousand birds at once, shot us upward, leaving my heart in my toes.
I may have shrieked like a girl and I definitely swallowed against rising bile as I forced my eyelids open. Shimmering gold scales covered the goddamn dragon leg I clutched at. Dark talons, sharp as fuck, wrapped around my body in a gentle hold.
“Goddamn!” I laughed. “Fucking hell!”
I lifted my head to find the stars overhead blackened out—by a graceful neck. Every flap of Prim’s wings took us higher beyond where I’d ever gone on foot. The lights of our town twinkled far below, and overwhelming giddiness, fucking delight, had me whooping like a five-year-old on his first rollercoaster ride.
She banked, and I swallowed against the damn bile again.
Would I ever learn to shift and fly? Did Patrick wonder about the same—did he even know what he was? Even more, would he ever accept what was destined among us three?
Forcing aside the thoughts didn’t come easy, but determination to enjoy my flight, the fucking talons of my fierce female dragon eventually eased lingering desire for more than her alone.
Chapter Thirteen
Patrick
Thank fuck it was the weekend. I needed time and space to clear my head and make sense of the shaking foundation of my life. Laptop on the kitchen table and a fresh pot of coffee brewing, I sat and searched online for hours, scribbling down notes—crossing some out as other sources changed the way my mind sought to explain what I’d seen, felt, and heard from the golden goddess’s hauntingly delicious mouth.
Dragonblood.
Even repeating the word in my head swelled the darkness inside me, filling the void I fought to contain it with.
Driven to find an answer beyond madness which I refused to accept, I hardly got up from the chair all day long. I ordered takeout so I wouldn’t have to waste time cooking. I also ended up shutting off my cell since Jessie tried calling and texting me a half-dozen times, begging to answer, that she had been wrong about her feelings toward me.
I couldn’t be bothered.
My search for the word the golden goddess had whispered didn’t bring up any specifics but digging deeper brought me to an old blog, one no longer active, with Native American stories supposedly passed from generation to generation.
An author wannabe obsessed by fantasy, or a sincere old man trying to capture his past before their nation’s lore faded into obscurity?
A sense of rightness pushed me onward in finding the owner of the blog. I made a dozen calls, dug a little deeper, and finally reached the young woman responsible for uploading her grandfather’s stories.
“He’s been telling them to me since I can remember,” she said a short time into our conversation once I explained I was a doctor, researching patients’ inner voices.
“Do you know how much is based on fact?”
The young woman sighed. “I’m a dreamer, so I would love to tell you the stories of the dragons helping to see my ancestors through the bad winters are true. Imagine if they were?” She laughed lightly, and that sense of rightness settled a bit more in the back of my mind.
“There’s never been any evidence of such beasts,” I said, more for my own sanity than to refute her stories.
“No, but my grandfather told me when the dragons passed, their souls rose to reign in the stars and that oval-shaped orbs covered in glowing scales was all that remained behind.”
“Is your grandfather available to speak with me? I would love to meet with him—sit and listen to those stories he’s shared with you.”
“I’m sure he would love that.” Her voice betrayed her smile, and I found my heart rate kicking up.
Only an hour away, she agreed to bring her grandfather to a coffee shop near the halfway point between us. Breakfast, I promised, would be on me.
While I didn’t have any specific answers, I at least had something to go on besides the darkness and surety I sought the proper road. I’d always been a driven individual, studying to ace every single test through college in obtaining my doctorate and prove my mind rose beyond childhood madness. The need to make sense of what I had experienced, of the puzzle the strange, beautiful woman had spread out in my mind, sat like fuel, ready to propel me forward in discovering the truth.
****
The old man full of stories insisted I call him Dave. I had expected a name that matched the appearance of him—gray hair in a long braid, skin tanned and wrinkled from the sun, his dark eyes and cheekbones evidence of his heritage.
“So, Dave.” I pushed my half-eaten plate of waffles to the side and leaned onto the table, my stomach churning in need of answers. “Tell me about your people’s history with the dragons.”
We had briefly discussed what his granddaughter had put on the blog and how his own grandfather had passed the stories down to him when he’d been a teenager. The tales, from what he said, went back to the first of his ancestors when mankind didn’t yet rule the earth.
“The dragons ruled the skies. Three families, three royal lines.” Dave, too, pushed his plate aside and wrapped his gnarled hands around the tan coffee mug our waitress had refilled. “They never bothered with man, and it has been joked in more recent generations that we were too tough to chew. They preferred the buffalo of the plains, the elk from the north.”
“Your granddaughter said they often supplied your people in harsh winters.”
“It is said they did. Often, and in return, mankind respected their need for privacy and the same right to live as all the beasts of the earth.”
“Were you ever told how they communicated with mankind?”
Brow furrowed, he peered over my shoulder, his eyes hazing over as though searching his memory. “It’s been said my ancestors could hear the dragon’s voices in their minds—words of another language, and yet understandable to my fathers’ spirits.”
I chewed on his explanation for a few seconds, hating that his words sounded right, felt right. The darkness in the vault of my soul stirred, pressing against the walls containing it, but I pushed against the urge to let it out even the slightest.
A thought snaked its way into my mind creating a tendril of fear to shiver down my spine. “Your fathers’ spirits communicated with those of a dragon.”
Dave nodded slowly, his gaze latching onto my eyes and holding steady. “It was said the first two dragons to become something more than mere beast claimed a female human and bore children together.”
Dragonblood intermingling with human.
“Your face has paled, Doctor Macaire.”
I swallowed and cleared my throat, wondering how the voice had slipped through to my mind. “Do you happen to know what those people were called?”
“It would seem you’ve already heard of the beings who took on human form.”
“Dragonblood.” The word escaped my lips like a ragged whisper.
“The dragonblood. Those born by blood—of dragon and man.”
Yes.
The whisper inside me clenched my eyes shut in desperation to keep the madness away.
“My grandfather was the last to believe these beings still walked the earth.” Dave’s statement opened my eyes, and I stared at him, needing so much more than what he could offer me. “I’ve never met such a person or beast, if the stories of them are true, but I have seen my share of people who hear voices.”
“As have I,” I whispered, hating to include myself in the truthful statement.
“Perhaps it isn’t madness that touches so many.”
My feet itched to move, my accelerated heart needing to exercise the rush of adrenaline pumping through my blood. “I can’t thank you enough for meeting with me, Dave.”
He shook my offered hand and dipped his head. “I hope you find the answers you seek, Doctor Macaire.”
I felt sure I had found them—at least the beginnings of those filling my head—and the thought scared the shit out of me.
Chapter Fourteen
Primrose
I stared as Jaxon licked caramel sauce off a plastic spoon, every flick and stroke of his tongue lapping at the sweetness reminding me of where his mouth had been an hour earlier before we finally crawled from his bed.
Cool fall air drifted over us and the picnic bench we sat at, but all I could think about was the heat growing between my thighs.
“Prim.”
I jerked my focus upward to find his eyes shining with mirth—and lust.
“Eat your ice cream,” he murmured, the twinkle in his eyes weakening my knees.
Focusing on the cold treat I’d never enjoyed before proved difficult. Even though the rich chocolate flavor pleased my taste buds, I couldn’t keep from thinking about my beta, his touch, the taste of his breath.
While he’d enjoyed me from head to toe until we finally passed out from exhaustion around four AM the night before, I had yet to taste him.
He groaned and shifted on the table’s wooden bench. “Seriously? You have to think about that right now?”
“I’ll think of that and having your cock inside me again with an insatiable lust until we’re bonded,” I murmured the truth without tact, my attention once more ensnared by his bowed upper lip and the smear of caramel sauce he licked off with a flick of his tongue.
“We can’t bond without Patrick.”
My throat tightened and I closed my eyes at his true, yet harsh reminder. “I know your body desires him as much as mine, Jaxon, but he doesn’t want me. He doesn’t want the mad desire, the needs of his dragon. He is a doctor and won’t be swayed to giving up control to what he must see as insanity.”
“He will.”
“Our shared kiss, the feel of my body in his arms—it wasn’t enough.” Tears clogged my throat further, and I fought to keep the wetness welling in my eyes from coursing down my cheeks as I stared at my beta, wanting him to see the truth, the agony in my heart. “He’s a doctor trained to help people with mental issues, to ‘right’ those who hear voices in their heads. He offered to help me, but only in the way he thinks will ease my supposed madness.”
“We’ll knock him out, tie him up,” Jaxon said, leaning forward, his voice lowered and gaze piercing. “We’ll show him what he’s missing by denying what he is.”
“I won’t force a bonding he has no wish for.”
Jaxon sat back, a slight furrow marring his brow. He glanced around the park, and I wondered at the slyness of his brain as his forehead smoothed out, the sparkle of mischief once more filling his eyes as he turned his focus back on me, my breath catching at the desire pouring off him.
“I dream about him tying me up.” Jaxon kept his voice low even though no one stood nearby. “Flogging me. Whipping me.”
My pussy tingled, and I pressed my thighs together.
“I want him to mark me with a belt—a cane,” he continued, “shove his dick so far up my virgin ass that I lose my breath.” Lust darkened his eyes as his rumbled tone slid over my skin. “I want you to watch, Prim. I want you to touch yourself, slide your fingers into your soaked pussy as our alpha claims me. I want cum drenching your fingers as all three of us cry out our release—together as though one body, one heart.”
The glint in his eye, the slyness of his mind became clear to me. “Don’t do this, Jaxon,” I whispered, my arousal overriding the pain of our alpha’s rejection and Jaxon’s hope to manipulate me.
He leaned forward, pushing his cup of ice cream to the side. “I want you riding my dick when he takes your ass—both of us filling you, shooting our cum deep inside your body where it belongs.”
I clenched my eyes shut as my pussy pulsed with need to be filled like he’d said. Ravaged until I had nothing left to give my mates.
“I want him fucking me while I fuck your sweet pussy—I need to be the bridge between my alpha and female.” We both groaned at the thought of finally bonding. “I fucking lust for it so goddamn bad my body aches,” he whispered.
Jaxon hoped to override my hurt with desire, to wash away doubt by creating erotic images in my brain my dragon also longed for, but I wouldn’t be swayed.
“I won’t be manipulated,” I said as anger trickled through the need wanting to take over my better judgment.
“Please, Prim.” Jaxon half-groaned my name, but I wouldn’t be used in such a way.
I pushed up and climbed from the picnic table’s bench. “All my life, I expected to be alone—feared it, even. Feared rejection from mankind, from any dragonblood I happened to hear whisper from another’s mind.” Tears once more hazed the image of his beautiful face. “While you’ve accepted me, our alpha did not. He does not want me!” I bit each word out as tears slid down my cheeks. “I am not enough.”
Pain rippled through me, and unable to stand the ache in my chest, I shimmered from sight and gave my dragon her wings, leaving behind fluttering pieces of my ripped clothing.
“Prim!” Jaxon’s call faded as I shot into the sky, needing to escape not just my own pain but his as well.
Chapter Fifteen
Jaxon
She left me. Fucking left me.
“Goddamnit!” I swept my cup of ice cream off the table and slammed my fist onto the table’s wooden plank. Pain radiated up through my wrist, but I smashed my hand down again, needing something to focus on other than the fact the energy linking us dissipated with every breath, every aching heartbeat.
All traces of her in my mind faded, leaving me empty and cold.
Our female is gone.
“Fuck.” I hopped up and stormed off, fists clenched, my chest aching so goddamn badly I couldn’t think straight as my dragon whimpered and raged over what I had attempted to do. She’d fucking ripped me apart by leaving, though, broken me in a way no woman had done before.
Pain hazed my sight, my mind, and I found myself stumbling along aimlessly. A rumble of thunder sounded, and I lifted my head, hoping for a glimpse of golden scales. A droplet of rain landed on my cheek, and I closed my eyes as another splattered on my forehead.
