Page 13 of Driven by Dragonblood (Blood Born #3)

Patrick

I stayed up all night packing Jessie’s shit, and by morning, her belongings sat on my front porch.

I shot off a last text to her sister telling her to have them gone by the time I got home from work, or they were getting put out with the trash next pickup day.

Upon completing the task of ridding my life of Jessie, I focused on my future.

Jaxon sat in the forefront of my mind since meeting him the day before, and no matter how many cold showers I’d taken, my dick stiffened every other hour with the need to fuck the boy and threatened everything I’d accomplished in life.

I walked into Lockwood a few hours late by choice, as I had no wish to run into him and temptation before his release.

Doctor Holliday’s notes suggested Jaxon suffered from dissociative identity disorder, also known as multiple personality disorder, but in his months of therapy with the young man, he hadn’t come to the point where he felt confident in diagnosing him as such.

Doctor Holliday’s musings on various pieces of lined paper and sticky notes suggested something… more.

Perhaps supernatural.

My existence centered around science. I had dismissed his thoughts, focused more on Jaxon’s family history.

According to his parents, his paternal grandmother had heard voices others couldn’t and often hallucinated, believing an inner being would allow her to fly.

She’d thrown herself off a cliff on the canyon’s southern rim and plummeted to her death before Jaxon had been born.

They believed her to have been schizophrenic.

That particular psychotic disorder was hereditary, which swayed me toward thinking Jaxon very well could be as well, regardless of my predecessor’s musings.

My footfalls landed near-silently on the hallway carpet, and I filled my lungs deeply, ready to focus on moving forward in my temporary job, the new beginning I had with Jessie gone and now Jaxon having been discharged.

No more disturbances to my life, thank fuck?—

The sweetest scent teased briefly at my nose, causing a rush of heat to flare in my chest.

Whispers attempted to escape.

Teeth gritted, I pushed against the darkness, denying it a voice. My body vibrated, causing my knees to weaken, but I strode forward, shutting myself into my office and leaving my past in the hallway.

Shaking, I set my briefcase aside and settled at the desk, determined to focus on the day. Seeing patients. Doing the job I’d been hired to fulfill.

And not getting hard over the memory of a boy who had made me question my sexuality.

His grin, the wildness of his youthful eyes, spoke of a mischievous soul, one who pushed limits, dared to explore beyond where he ought to—and had also suggested he’d wanted to drop to his knees to suck me off or bend over the desk, his ass on offer.

My dick swelled, and I tipped my head back against my office chair, powerless against the memory of him and the dreams that had haunted me throughout the sleepless night.

I’d seen him swallow around my cock, eyes tearing, nose running, the most gorgeous sounds leaking around his lips stretched to accommodate my girth. I’d shoved balls deep into the exquisite, tight heat of his ass, sinking my teeth into his neck. Marking him. Breeding him.

I’d also woken to the sheets tangled around me, soaked with cum from climaxing in my sleep for the first time since I was a teenager.

I cursed under my breath, pressing down against my aching length.

Choosing to avoid the possibility of running into the young man had been the right decision?—

The hairs on my nape rose to attention, my skin prickling exactly as it had when our fingers had brushed.

The familiar hiss sounded in my ears, causing my entire body to tense, but I was frozen— powerless —to block and lock it back up.

My gaze flitted to the closed office door, nostrils flaring on instinct, my lungs expanding.

A rush of that same sweetness from earlier in the hallway coated the air like some goddamned fairy godmother waved her wand beneath my nose, worse than any cupid’s arrow, piercing my chest.

My mouth watered at the cloying scent. It wasn’t Jaxon’s musky maleness tightening my balls but something so much softer. Richer.

Female.

The distinctive voice in my head was the same from thirty years ago .

Fear and adrenaline spiked in my blood, heightening my pulse and making it difficult to regulate my breathing. But every inhale filled me with the scent of her.

Female.

I swallowed hard at the rush of saliva coating my mouth, shivers rippling down my spine at the repeated word. Energy slid over me, and as though a leash attached me to the being in the hallway, it drew me out of my chair and across the office before I realized I had moved.

I threw the door open without conscious thought.

My breath expelled with force as though someone had punched me in the gut.

Golden hair spilled around the curves of a goddess’ body that frumpy clothing couldn’t hide. Her plump lips parted, high cheekbones tinging the most delicious shade of pink. Her light brown eyes, the color of whiskey, widened as our gazes locked.

“Alpha.” She breathed the word, and darkness swirled through the walls I had erected in my chest, cackling glee sweeping up through my brain like a gale of wind.

Ours.

A sudden, dazzling smile lit her face with twice the rays of a morning’s sunrise, causing my heart to seize and consume every part of me.

She leapt at me, and I caught her without thought, her generous curves filling my arms. Her lips landed against mine, and all sense of self vanished as the instinctive need to claim her took over my faculties.

One hand grasping her plump ass, the other tangling in her hair, I kicked the office door shut behind us and slammed her against it, licking across her lips in demand she open, share her essence with her owner.

A whimper passed between our mouths, oozing pre-cum from my straining dick as I ground against her core. The heat of her, the scent of her pussy aching to be stuffed full, sped through me, causing my ears to ring and tension to riddle my body.

I wrapped my arm beneath her leg, opening her thighs for my thrusts, and she gasped, her hands grasping at my shoulders as though I was the only thing keeping her grounded.

I tore my lips off hers to taste the skin of her neck, down her collarbone…

lifting her higher against the door to bite her straining nipple beneath her shirt.

“Oh!” She jerked in my hold, and I bit again, wanting in the worst way to sink my teeth into her soft skin and mark her for life.

Take—claim our female.

The stark words in my head returned my humanity’s better sense.

“Please,” the woman begged. “I am yours.”

I hesitated in the instinctive drive to devour her whole, breath stuttering against the damp shirt my face pressed against. The fucking insane voice in my head, which I had hoped silenced forever, had taken over my body to the point I was desperate to tear through the young woman’s leggings and fill her with one goddamned thrust.

A doctor in his office, ready to fuck a patient without even knowing her goddamn name?—

Unacceptable.

A complete abuse of authority.

Shudders ripped through me, causing my spine to stiffen and hairs to rise on my nape.

“I am in control,” I stated, focusing on slamming the walls back into place in my head and chest. The darkness inside me shrieked as I envisioned confining its presence in my consciousness, and I tore my hold from the woman, placing her on her feet.

My hands clenched at my sides to keep from grabbing her again as I forced my steps backward, giving me some space even though every cell in my body vibrated, begging me to close the distance between us.

Regardless of the desperate need inside me, I stared temptation in the face, stoic professionalism barely standing between us.

She blinked pupil-blown eyes slowly into awareness, as though she, too, had been overwhelmed by animalistic desire.

The sight of her swollen lips caused my dick to throb, pulses of pre-cum soaking my slacks.

I clenched my teeth, once more cursing myself for going commando, my pounding heart matching the pulse thrumming in her neck.

I’d never felt such potent lust, a deep-seated yearning to strip a person bare and sate both of our cravings.

“Why did you stop?” she whispered, pain inflicting her words and furrowing her brow.

She was beyond beautiful, an alluring angel, a sure siren to destroy my mind—my heart.

“Who are you?” The words tore from my mouth with a raggedness I didn’t recognize. “ What are you?” The second question tumbled past my lips without thought.

“I’m yours.” Tears filled her eyes. “And you’re mine.” Her voice caught on a sob. “My alpha…dragonblood.”

An echoed hiss escaped past its prison, and I shook my head, retreating another step. “No.”

“Please.” Another sob, and she lifted her hand toward me, palm up. “ Please .”

I doused the heat in my chest with a reality check of who and what I was—and where I stood, dick dripping for a female patient, for fuck’s sake.

A muscle ticked in my jaw. “ No ,” I stated harshly through gritted teeth.

Her shoulders slumped, tears coursing down her cheeks, but I held steady even as the darker parts of me ached to hold her and soothe her suffering by taking what she offered .

She spun, yanked the door open, and sprinted from sight.

A muted roar erupted in my chest, buckling my knees, and I lunged for the open door, holding onto its edge to keep from falling. My gaze jerked side to side, up and down the hallway.

She’d disappeared.