Driven by Dragonblood, page 7
part #3 of Blood Born Series
Did she weep overhead, her tears falling from the heavens to wash away my grief?
As though those heavens opened, rain poured down, soaking me before I walked another block. I stumbled up the stairs to my apartment, palm pressed against my chest to keep from sobbing like the pansy I felt like.
I didn’t cry. Wouldn’t fucking do it. My parents hadn’t made me lose my shit in over eight years, and I wasn’t about to let a mere woman I hardly knew claim a single tear. Even if she was my destiny, my fated mate, one of the two who belonged to me.
The second the door clicked shut behind me, I sank to my knees, head in hands while rocking myself. The sweet scent of her lingered in the air, teasing my nose, my entire body. My dick swelled with need even though pain continued to lance through my chest as though a piece of my heart had been cut away with a dull knife.
She’d ripped herself away from me, obliterating that strange energy between us.
“All your fault, you fucking asshole,” I muttered, focusing on anger to keep me centered—to keep from crying. “Can’t stop thinking about him, just had to bring him up. Fuck.”
I sat back on my haunches, head tipped back and eyes closed, trying to breathe through the pain.
Go to him.
I huffed a snort. “Yeah, right.”
Go to our alpha.
I stopped fighting every goddamn emotion in me and sat, listening to the voice inside me beg for what we wanted. I’d pushed Prim away, but perhaps I could sway Patrick to giving in and easing the agony twisting my insides.
It took me fifteen minutes to find his card I’d shoved into a pair of jeans at the bottom of my dirty laundry pile. He’d jotted down his cell, but seeing as how I didn’t have one of my own, I focused on the address. Only a few blocks from Lockwood, but in the next town over.
And, the bus didn’t run on Sunday evenings.
I questioned my decision with every mile turned beneath the cab’s wheels, questioned why I spent that kind of cash on a mere chance of even seeing Patrick. What if he was married? What if a live-in girlfriend answered the door? What if he was celibate like a priest, determined to go without dick or pussy through what was left of his life?
Primrose had told me she would age slower due to the percentage of dragonblood pumping through her heart, but that the cum of our alpha would prolong my life—and mine, his. Just the thought of Patrick on his knees before me, taking every white spurt I shot down his throat tightened me to the point of pain.
And the thought of sucking his dick?
I shifted on the cab’s backseat, my mouth flooding with drool. I would be content with that alone, not needing to be dominated and claimed. I had a feeling I wouldn’t be beyond begging to have his cock in my mouth.
The rain still poured as the cab dropped me in front of a smaller house with a wraparound porch, and I stepped out into the downpour, soaking through my sweatshirt in a matter of seconds. Eyeing the door, I approached by way of the cobbled pathway leading to the porch—and pulled up abruptly as the energy I’d felt in his office slammed into me with knee-weakening force.
Patrick sat on a wicker chair on the porch’s far left, his gaze drinking me in.
Swallowing, I ambled closer and climbed the stairs, finally out of the rain. “Hey, Doc,” I managed past the heart thundering in my chest and ringing in my ears. My dick throbbed—jutted inside my jeans as though leading me to the alpha who lounged as though unaffected by my appearance.
“Jaxon.”
His voice slid over my skin like a silken caress, raising goosebumps on my arms beneath my sweatshirt, and I froze, suddenly unsure of what to say, what to do as droplets of water fell from my hair and chin.
I tore my gaze from him and looked to the west where his chair faced. “Must be great sunsets from here,” I said the first thing that came to my mind beyond dicks, fucking, and cum.
Patrick let out a heavy sigh and stood. “Come on in.”
He moved past me toward the front door, and the scent of his cologne with a hint of brimstone swarmed my senses, the same type of energy I felt simmering between Prim and me tingling every inch of my skin.
Hands fisted to keep from touching him, I stepped past him into the entryway, taking a quick glance around as he shut the door behind us. A small table and lamp sat on the right a little way down the hallway leading to a kitchen beyond. Stairs on my left led to the second floor, and the living room lay on the right.
“Hang here,” Patrick said, climbing the stairs and giving me an eyeful of his flexing ass beneath lounge pants. “I’ll grab you a towel.”
“Thanks.” I ripped off my sweatshirt and closed my eyes, breathing his scent deep into my lungs, trying and failing to fight off my raging hard-on.
A towel hit me in the face as Patrick’s footfalls squeaked the treads of the stairs on his way down.
I mopped off my face and hair before rubbing at my shoulders and arms.
“Give me that,” he said, motioning toward my soaked sweatshirt gripped in my hand. He hung it along with the towel on hooks beside the front door.
“Can I get you a drink?” he asked while turning around, seemingly so relaxed, so at ease with me in his home that I wondered if Primrose had spoken the truth about the pull between us he would feel as my alpha.
A shiver pebbled my skin again as the energy rippled between us again. There was no fucking way he didn’t experience the same skin-licking wave of need.
“I’m good, thanks,” I managed, my voice rasping from pure lust for the man’s dick.
Alpha.
His whiskers twitched as though he clenched his jaw—out of need to fuck me or annoyance I’d shown up at all, I couldn’t tell—and he moved into the living room. “What’s on your mind, Jaxon?”
Unable to relax, I perched on the edge of the couch across from the chair he’d sat on. “A lot, actually.” I peered into his dark blue eyes hidden by dark-rimmed glasses, losing all train of thought at the mutual desire I found there.
“You’re one of my patients,” he muttered, glancing away in the first evidence of unease I’d ever seen from him. “This isn’t appropriate.”
“Was,” I corrected him.
The tension between us tripled, pressing his lips into a firm line.
“I can tell you anything, right, Doc?” I asked before he ordered me to leave. “They let me out, so you can’t send me back.” I fought to not wring my hands as Patrick stilled, his large hands resting on the arm chair’s edges.
“You can tell me anything,” he said, his tone low and rumbling—jerking my dick in my jeans.
“I met this girl, a woman so damn beautiful, so … golden. She’s like a goddess, one I’ve dreamed of for years.” I spilled the whole story—from that first night I’d felt her presence while in my old Lockwood room to the events of that afternoon when she’d shimmered from existence, the blast of wind clenching my eyes shut evidence she’d shifted and left me all alone.
All the while, Patrick sat still as a boulder, his gaze unwavering.
I shared what Primrose had told me about her ancestors—our ancestors—about the bond that’s created when three destined mates become one. How all three would be driven to finish the bond upon meeting one another.
The bob of his Adam’s apple as I finally shut the hell up drew my focus, the ache in my chest once more creating a dent in my forehead when he didn’t offer an opinion or question.
“You feel it, don’t you?” I whispered as a sound almost like a purr whispered in my head.
“What?” he asked, his face deadpan.
“The connection between us.” His stare and silence unnerved me, and I found myself slipping to the floor and crawling the few feet between us.
Patrick’s breath caught, and he straightened as though strung tight, his knuckles white from gripping the chair as I stopped in a kneeling position before him.
“Tell me this doesn’t feel right,” I whispered, my heart thundering, voice shaking. “I know it does—I can hear your inner dragon purring.”
“M—my what?”
Lower lip between my teeth, I laid my hand on his knee. Electrical currents ripped through me at the contact, and I sighed, closing my eyes as a piece of me stilled. “Your dragon, Doc. My alpha.”
I’d fucking spilled my guts, tossed everything out for him to evaluate and possibly find me insane over. Primrose had rejected me, and the thought Patrick might as well, clenched my gut.
“Jaxon…”
His condescending tone thickened my throat and I stood, hands fisted at my sides, gaze on the floor. “Life isn’t worth living without either of you.”
He emitted a heavy sigh, and I forced myself to look him full in the face.
“I want you to stay here tonight.”
My shoulders slumped. “Because you don’t trust me to not take my life. You think I’m insane—that I made all this shit up.”
His gaze darkened, and he slowly rose to his feet, tossing his glasses onto a side table. Although he didn’t have more than a couple of inches on me, I found myself cowering before him, the idea of who he truly was, a dominant force not to be pushed.
And, push, he did.
I found myself shuffling backward as he prowled forward, my breath leaving in a rush as my back met the wall. The energy between us zapped, raising the hairs on my arms, but he withheld from touching me, his lips thinned, brow furrowed as he peered into my eyes, the black overrunning the dark blue surrounding it.
My pulse thrummed in my neck as I stared, captivated by the intensity in his gaze, the slew of emotion I couldn’t begin to dissect due to the jacked libido racing through my goddamn blood.
Patrick grasped the back of my neck in a firm grip, and I melted against the wall, my body so damn on board with submitting that pre-cum leaked from my dick.
“Is this what you want?” he growled, squeezing.
“Fuck, yes.” I slid my hand along the hard length trapped inside his pants. “So do you.”
Chapter Sixteen
Patrick
“Fuck.” The muscle in my jaw ached as it twitched again, and I tightened my hold on his neck. “You’re a kid for fuck’s sake.” My voice sounded strangled to my ears, as though I stood on the edge of absolute fucking ruin. On the inside, I trembled, fighting to keep the walls containing the darkness inside me from exploding outward from the need building inside me.
“I’m legal,” he argued.
“You don’t know what the fuck you want,” I said through gritted teeth, the skin of his neck searing my palm, racing my blood straight to my dick.
“I want you.” Jaxon swallowed, his pulse jumping beneath my fingertips, his pupils like a shot of pure lust to my groin. And the energy simmering, the flames rising between us … shit, did I want to fuck him.
Tight body, all lean muscle…
I felt like I was losing my fucking mind. The story he’d told hit me deeply, settling into a form of truth I didn’t want to acknowledge, as though he’d sat with David and listened to the old man’s stories as long as I had.
Telling myself I was too old for that shit didn’t lessen the rightness inside, same as telling myself I must be gay to want Jaxon as badly as I did. The golden goddess he’d spoken of, the same one I was sure had been the same woman in my office, the one I’d been just as drawn to as he was—everything about her turned me on with the same fierce need Jaxon did.
“Please,” he whispered, and my body caved as I lost control.
Take.
I closed the distance between us as the voice whispered in my head, trapping him against the wall with my body.
Jaxon squeezed my dick, and I groaned, my balls pulling up tight against my body. “Let me put my mouth on you.”
Voice lost to lust, I couldn’t say no—couldn’t find the goddamn word.
My feet moved back on their own as he slipped once more to his knees before me, hands fumbling to pull my dick out of my pants. I loomed over him, a sense of power rushing through me, obliterating the goddamn wall I’d thought strong.
“Commando. Fucking hot,” Jaxon murmured. At the first brush of his fingers against my leaking dick, a strangled moan tore from my lips.
The darkness inside me roared, overshadowing all else. Hands tangled in the damp, mussed hair atop Jaxon’s head, I pulled him close before he freed me completely.
Hot. Wet. Yes.
I groaned deeply as he closed his lips around me. A low growl, unearthly yet familiar, rolled from my lips as he took me deep as he could before gagging.
“Fuck.” I pulled back and thrust in, needing to release the explosion brewing in my balls. I’d never needed to fuck someone so damn badly in my life. Never felt the maddening lust consuming me to the point I didn’t give a shit about Jaxon’s sex, age, or the fact he’d been a patient of mine.
He moaned around my length, tongue laving, teeth nipping with a slight sting that sent another rush of pre-cum to coat his mouth—and had that goddamn purr he’d somehow heard rumbling in my chest.
I thrust in and out of his mouth, gagging him with every forward jolt.
“Relax,” I heard myself coo, easing my hold on his hair and caressing his hollowed cheeks with my thumbs. “Relax your throat, boy, so I can fuck it deeper. Take all of me.”
His obedience swelled the feeling of power once more, and I slid in fully—deeper—until bottoming out, his nose pressed tight against my groin.
Give.
My balls erupted at the voice inside, and I held Jaxon tight against me as spurt after spurt of my cum shot into his throat.
Jaxon swallowed every mouthful, his throat clenching against my pulsing dick, pulling more through my shaft than I thought possible.
Head tipped back, groaning, I gave him every drop, nearly sagging once finished. “Goddamn,” I muttered, blinking my eyelids open as Jaxon backed off, gasping for breath.
He licked his swollen lips, bright-eyed as a child who just tasted their first lollipop.
Child. Lollipop.
I released my hold on his hair and stumbled backward, my head full of curses. What the fuck had I done? Barely an adult, and he’d taken my dick between his hot as fuck lips, sucking and swallowing me down.
My dick twitched again, but I shoved myself back in my pants and turned away, shaking. Fighting the beast who swirled, slithered around my soul. Teeth clenched, hands fisted at my sides, I closed my eyes. Focused on counting, trapping the beast once more behind the walls I’d painstakingly built over the years.
His growing roar evaporated as the final panel of his prison slammed into place with a finality that knifed my chest.
“Doc.”
I didn’t turn. Couldn’t. “I’m sorry, Jaxon, but you need to leave. Now.” Without a backward glance, I strode out of the living room, bounded up the stairs, and leaned against my closed bedroom door, ears straining for the sounds of Jaxon letting himself out.
Sagging onto the floor, head in hands, I couldn’t decide if I was happy he’d obeyed or pissed he hadn’t fought to stay. The energy I felt emanating off him slowly faded, leaving behind an ache in my chest I didn’t understand—and hated.
My cell dinged with an incoming text, but I couldn’t be bothered to see Jessie’s latest excuse for leaving and begging to just talk to me.
I took a hot shower, shot off twice, and still ended up staring at the ceiling long into the night. At least the voice enclosed in my soul’s vault lay quiet, properly closed off where it belonged.
Chapter Seventeen
Primrose
I had hoped the agony in my chest would lessen with every mile speeding by beneath me, but dragon tears continued to spill from my eyes, whipped away by the wind as I shot northward. Inept and untried with the opposite sex, I had no idea how to deal with relationships, how to find my way through the truth of Jaxon’s words, his desires, and the pain we shared.
What should have bonded us closer, only managed to intensify my pain, making me want to flee as far from the hurt as possible.
Within a matter of hours, I could make out the jutting Tetons in the distance. Home for most of my life, the largest of the snow-capped mountains welcomed me, beckoned me closer as though wanting to offer comfort. I landed on the ice-crusted veranda of the cavern-like house my ancestors had carved with molten fire, the sinking sun leaving me in cold shadow on the mountain’s eastern side.
Once shifted to my human form, a whisper of my fingers over the old, oaken door pushed it inward without sound. I stepped into the warm interior, the door swishing closed on its own behind me as my grandfather, his alpha, and female’s scents swarmed my nose.
Sex and chicken, I realized, breathing in.
My body quaked with need for Jaxon as my vision hazed with more tears.
“She still hasn’t learned to knock,” a low voice said while chuckling—Vanni.
“Primrose?” Grandpop lounged on the old 50s couch, his bare back resting against the equally bare chest of Vanni, his alpha who continued to smirk over the fact I hadn’t learned after walking in on him and their female before leaving home. Ashley, said female, lay sprawled over Grandpop’s front, naked as the day she’d been born, cum smeared between her thighs.
“Oh!” I jerked my gaze away, heat flooding my face, as I realized that I, too, didn’t wear a stitch of clothing. Knocking would have been best. Begging clothes before entering even better. “I’m sorry.” I hurried across the open expanse toward the hallway in front of me, taking the rough-hewn rock stairs two at a time.
I had left plenty of clothing and underthings in my old dresser when I left a few weeks earlier, and quickly pulled some on to cover my nakedness.
“Primrose?” Grandpop stood in my bedroom’s doorway, jeans hiding his lower half. Although four hundred some years of age, Dolyn Kemmerly, my full-blooded dragonblood grandfather, still appeared as a man my age—with the same golden-brown eyes as me. “What’s going on?”
A sob caught in my throat, and we moved toward each other at the same time. I sank into his strong arms, so damn heartbroken, I didn’t recoil from the scents of his mates’ cum lingering on his skin. I could imagine he smelled the same on me—Jaxon’s luscious scent, evidence of his loving me.
