Page 11 of Driven by Dragonblood (Blood Born #3)

Jaxon

A t two AM, I jerked awake, so damn horny my dick actually ached. Like, fucking hurt . First thing I would do on getting out of here would be to bury myself between a willing woman’s thighs and get some goddamned relief.

Thoughts of Doc Macaire flitted through my brain, and I reimagined that woman between us—fucking hell, did that make my blood sing.

Twice, I’d seen him from afar after our meeting, and both times, I swore he’d sunk a hook into my mouth and reeled me in like a helpless fish on his line. He would gut me. Devour me. Fuck me good and hard, demanding I come around his cock untouched.

But distance and having him gone from my sight eased the lust for him that hadn’t relented even though I’d gotten myself off once already in order to fall asleep. My light blanket, stiff from the dried cum I’d wiped off my hand and abs earlier, was bundled at the foot of my bed.

And here I was again, throbbing with an intense need to climax, my dick leaking like a faucet beneath the top sheet covering my nudity.

The hell was wrong with me?

I rolled to my back and stroked myself from tip to root.

A shiver like the night before made me pause, and my gaze flicked to the dark window.

She’s here.

Fuck the snoring roommate and my raging hard-on. I climbed out of bed and tiptoed across the room, my dripping dick leading the way.

Darkness coated the land outside the window, but a small exterior light on my left between floors illuminated the flower beds below.

Giving over to my instincts, I let my gaze wander where it would—and ended up staring hard at the chain-link fence across the parking lot.

No one walked the sidewalk beyond, and no one lingered close by in the early morning hours, but I swore someone watched me from that exact spot.

Goose bumps rose across my skin as though they drank in the sight of me, and I found my palm smearing over my oozing slit.

I wanted to shoot off with a blast, but forced myself to go slow, languid strokes up and down every straining inch jutting up from my groin.

My cockhead swelled, so goddamn sensitive beneath my grip that I cursed with every tease of my thumb before fucking into my fist again.

Heat licked over my skin from my toes clear to my scalp, tingling and intoxicating. My breaths heightened, and my pulse beat heavily in my ears.

The snores faded behind me as I focused on the fence and that strange energy I’d been feeling on and off for almost two days that was similar yet different from Doc Macaire.

Whatever it was calling to me from outside, I wanted to bathe in it.

Submerge myself until I couldn’t breathe without it filling my lungs, flooding my system.

The hairs on my body rose to stand on end.

My balls tightened in readiness, my taint on the verge of spasming.

Need.

“No shit,” I whispered, restless with readiness to erupt.

The beast inside me groaned, and I leaned my forehead against the glass pane, hardly eased by its cool surface. My imagination flitted to the golden goddess of my dreams, and heat swelled inside me to the point I swore my insides burst into flames.

Our female.

I had no fucking clue what the voice meant, but I fucking felt it. A knowing—a drawing—slithered through the glass and iron barrier in front of me like a cord winding its way around my soul.

I imagined wrapping myself around my goddess alongside Doc Macaire, drowning in a sea of submission and acceptance. Lust and love.

My balls erupted, and I bit down on my lower lip, head tipping back and eyes closing, as I shot into my fist, every spurt of spunk causing a shudder to weaken my knees until I sagged against the window frame.

“Holy fuck,” I whispered, glancing over the mess I’d made. It was like I hadn’t come in weeks. “Shit.”

I glanced outside, sure I’d given someone a show.

I just wished I could see who it was.

Our female.

Alpha.

Whoever— what ever—stood beyond Lockwood’s fence, it sure as hell wasn’t Doc Macaire, who’d been named as such by my beast earlier in the day .

“The fuck, man?” I asked, but the voice went silent, fading to the back of my mind along with the energy from outside.

Was I hallucinating?

I placed my hand on the glass, keeping out the night air and possibly the scent of my supposed female.

Ours.

Goddamned right she was, but my goddess was a figment of my imagination.

No.

“I’m having one hell of a dream.”

No.

Fucking insistent voice…I wasn’t right in the head.

Hell, maybe I was sleepwalking, and none of this was true.

Snorting at myself, I turned away, creeping across my room to retrieve the soiled blanket at the foot of my bed for yet another load of spunk. Cleaned up and cock sated for the moment, I crawled back onto the hard mattress, reminding myself that come morning, I was out of here.

I imagined her waiting for me. Arms open, golden tresses shifting in the breeze, amber eyes promising she was as enamored with me as I’ve been with her since I first saw her in my dreams.

Maybe Doc Macaire would walk me out and we would meet the woman together.

A deeply rumbled purr-like sound settled in my chest, and I closed my eyes, willing sleep to take me so the hours would pass quickly.

I stepped outside into the spring sunrise, my stomach full of crappy cafeteria breakfast, a bag of my belongings in hand, and a grin on my face even though I stood alone. Doc Macaire hadn’t shown up to see me off, and I was basically tossed out by the administration without further instruction.

My parents hadn’t been in the lobby, nor were they waiting for me in the parking lot, thank fuck. They had been informed of my release, but even if Mom and Dad had been here, I didn’t have any intention of speaking to either of them ever again.

They’d rejected me time and again, so why bother pushing for the love I longed for, yet they denied me at every turn?

I glanced at the fence I’d stared at the night before while busting the nut of the century, but the surety of some invisible force watching for me to exit the hospital the second visiting hours started for the day was absent.

Regardless of the faint fall of my heart, my smile remained as I strode down the paved entrance and exited Lockwood’s manned gate.

I was a free man—and it was time to do whatever the fuck I wanted.

But I sensed I would need my golden goddess and a stoic, domineering doctor in my bed to truly live.

For a solid fifteen minutes, I stood on the sidewalk and waited, scanning my surroundings—waiting. No one seemed to take note of me, no one cared I was newly released. No one approached, caught, or held my gaze.

No ripple of energy from the previous two nights from her licked at my skin, and my grin slowly faded as disappointment settled over my shoulder, turning my gut to rock.

Had I imagined the sensations of whatever the fuck it was calling out to me with potent lust? Perhaps the dry spell toyed with my brain, causing me to see and sense things that weren’t real.

Like the wings beneath the skin on my back.

No .

Lips pursed, I closed my eyes for a moment, breathing deeply until my lungs ached with the need to expel the air.

Reality lay before me, not in the recesses of my mind where the voice whispered shit that got me into trouble.

I turned my back on where I would have bet money someone had watched me last night, away from Doc Macaire’s place of employment, and headed toward a small cafe that promised real coffee, not the shit served in Lockwood’s cafeteria.

Order placed, I retrieved my cell phone Nurse Yum Yum had charged for me overnight, as well as one of the caramel candies she’d tossed into my bag.

Since I was determined to start my life over, I deleted every message thread from before I’d been hospitalized.

Eventually, my so-called friends from down in Phoenix had stopped reaching out to me, and since the group was nothing but a further opportunity to get into trouble, I erased their contact info as well.

As for Mom and Dad—neither had texted nor called. Not even to inquire about my plans now that I’d been released.

Why the fuck did stabbing pain knife through my chest? I didn’t want them in my life.

Jaw clenched, I checked the bus schedule, accepted my coffee from the barista, and exited the building.

My gaze wandered to the fence once more. No one stood watching my window.

Unable to accept I had imagined every second of last night, I told myself I would catch a ride back to Lockwood after dark.

She would be here—I had nothing to fear.

Returning for a chance at feeling the energy I did from Doctor Macaire only added to my determination.

Every step away from the hospital took me farther from the memory of the connection I’d experienced with him as well, and before I’d gone two blocks toward the bus station, it shimmered away from my mind, like a springtime breeze, forever breathing life into my soul—and yet tearing apart the beast inside me.

Go back to him.

“Not fucking happening,” I muttered, even though I longed to beg Doc Macaire to take me, claim me in every way a dominant could.

Becoming involved with a shrink, however hot, couldn’t be good for my newfound freedom.

Closeness would bring a desire for truth between us if my inner voice’s whispered words of claiming and submission were true.

The beast would reveal himself, prove my madness even though I would insist I was sane as fuck.

I would land behind lock and key again, deemed insane and a threat to my own safety.

Which, yeah, that last part I could see—but as long as I avoided substances that weakened my resolve, I would be fine.

I sulked through the hour ride to the larger town in the south, and no flicker of energy furrowed my brow as the assurance I left behind something extremely important once more twisted my stomach.

I walked the few blocks to my apartment Doc Holiday had helped me contract for the next year, my mind focused on the hope of finding her , and my feet dragged with despair like a pouting child over the loss of him .

The lease had already been signed, the deposit and first month’s rent paid.

Key in hand, I climbed the exterior stairs to the studio apartment above my landlord’s garage.

A small deck offered me a place to relax while watching future sunsets, something I’d often enjoyed when not locked up in a sterile room like a lunatic.

While the place was small, it offered me more than my parents’ large home ever had—freedom of choice to be me.

Fly .

“No fucking way, dude,” I muttered out loud now that there was no one to see me talking to myself. “I don’t want to end up back in Lockwood—don’t care how hot that doctor with the sexy whiskers and longer hair is.”

The memory of the man stiffened my cock, and I groaned while dropping my bag to the floor and taking a look around. A queen-sized bed, a small, round kitchen table, fridge, stove, loveseat, and old TV awaited me. Not much, exactly as Doc Holliday had said, but more than enough.

Rent included all utilities, cable, too, and I sprawled on the too-small couch, clicked on the TV, and watched an hour of ESPN because I could.

I wanted a warm, willing woman, but not just any leggy blonde with big tits I could suck on, an ass I could pound into if she allowed. I longed for my golden goddess—and Doc Macaire. Patrick.

Yessss.

To be between them, him fucking me while I fucked her, our bodies in synchronized motion. Of one mind, of one soul, our hearts beating in time, our climaxes rippling through the energy connecting us, soaring us to the stars.

I’d never known such thought-consuming need.

Fly.

Go find her.

Teeth clenched against the itch in my shoulder blades, I chose, instead, to take a hot shower and jerk off with a fierceness I didn’t understand.

My balls refused to erupt until I squeezed them to the point of pain, the memory of Patrick’s face, his dark blue eyes shadowed by those goddamned reading glasses, pushing me over the edge.

The quiet of the apartment ate at me, and even though I had no wish to return to the hospital, I missed the mingling people and Nurse Yum Yum.

Those three months had passed she’d insisted on—but I didn’t get the sendoff I’d assumed she’d meant.

Instead, I received a stern talking-to about behaving and a handful of sweet caramels to remember her by.

The problem with freedom, I found within a couple of hours after leaving Lockwood, was a loneliness I was all too familiar with and hated with a passion.

Heaviness weighed on me, and I sat back down on the couch, brow furrowed and stomach once more like a rock. The beast inside me lay quiet, but I could feel its emotions reflecting my own.