Page 16 of Driven by Dragonblood (Blood Born #3)

Patrick

A massive tension headache splitting my skull in two, I logged into my computer and pulled up Lockwood’s residence listing with their thumbnail pictures.

Jaxon had woken a raging beast of lust inside me, and I’d grabbed at the golden goddess as though I had a right to her body.

Although Jaxon had been discharged, he was still in the system, the picture in his file too alluring to ignore.

I stared at his rumpled dark hair, the fathomless ocean of his eyes, and the perfectly bowed upper lip I wanted to sink my teeth into.

Groaning, I pressed against my bulge, forcing myself to click out of his profile and scan the rest.

It took over half an hour of searching through Lockwood’s patients, long enough for my blood to somewhat cool, but the young woman who had brought me to my knees wasn’t listed in their files. There were no whiskey-colored eyes I wanted to stare into while sinking deep into her sweet warmth.

There had been no lanyard and ID around her neck, so she wasn’t staff. Upon further reflection, I realized she hadn’t dressed as a patient either. The clothing she’d worn suggested she might have been a visitor—but no temporary pass sticker had stuck to the cotton covering her gorgeous breasts.

Had I imagined her?

Pulling in and slowly releasing a deep breath, I rubbed at the middle of my forehead, my eyes closing.

I replayed every second of the strange, passionate-as-hell encounter in my mind, causing my dick to stiffen again.

The scent of her lingered in my nose, the feel of her softness causing my fingertips to tingle.

Saliva flooded my mouth for another taste of her lips, and I growled at the darkness pressing against the void inside me, testing the tenuous walls containing it.

I would not give in to madness.

“I won’t.” I forced the words between my gritted teeth, my legs as restless as my conflicted mind.

I needed to get the hell out of here?—

Sitting forward, I hit the phone’s button for the main office’s secretary.

“Tell the director I’m leaving for the day,” I barked when she answered, not giving two shits if my temporary boss appreciated me taking off or not.

“I feel like shit,” I explained before she could question why and hung up, grabbing my briefcase.

I strode out, desperate to get some space between me and this hospital that had caused more mental and bodily strain than anything I had faced in my entire life.

Only my second day employed by Lockwood, and I’d been late showing up—and I was now taking off early. I’d be lucky to keep the temporary job, but couldn’t bring myself to care with how turmoil ruled my better sense.

The darkness from my childhood had crept in along the edges of my mind that rainy afternoon in the attic, and the hospital’s intensified pressure, what felt like an over-inflated balloon in my chest, threatened to explode and take my sanity along with it.

Fear and lust battled like bloodthirsty animals in my body, stringing me tight as I strode to my car, started the engine, and got the hell out of the compound.

But the tension remained in my jaw as I lowered the windows, allowing the afternoon’s warmth to swirl through my car’s interior and whip my hair around my head.

My heart pounded, the heavy thumps loud in my ears as I clutched the steering wheel with a white-knuckled grip.

I drove in a haze of desperation to put space between me and the place of temptation, allowing instincts to dictate my actions while what-ifs played in my head.

Giving in to lust for Jaxon, regardless of his being a legal adult, could have landed me in hot water professionally. No piece of ass was worth my livelihood, even if my body craved marking him with my fingerprints, my teeth, and my cum.

I could imagine the sated bliss of release, though, spine-tingling and satisfying in ways I’d never experienced with any woman. There would be no holding back, no gentleness needed, no coaxing his climax. He would have shot off the second I buried my dick in his tight ass.

A pulse of pre-cum oozed from my shaft, and I groaned, pressing against my bulge.

And her…

Regardless of who the young woman was, fucking someone in my office was beyond unprofessional, never mind reckless as all hell. I didn’t carry condoms around, but had been ready to fuck into her bare, not knowing if it would have been safe to do so, let alone her name. I could have knocked her up?—

An image of Jaxon and me stretching her pussy around both of our girths, releasing together inside her body, sent a jolt of pure electricity through my spine, zapping my balls with torturous, delicious pain.

“Fucking hell !” I barked, squeezing my junk to keep from nutting like a goddamned teen.

Buildings appeared in my peripheral vision, but I took no note of my location or how long I’d been driving aimlessly in an attempt to put distance between me and the temptation to go back and redo those moments with the two occupying my mind.

And losing everything I’d driven to accomplish in my life. A stainless reputation. A practice of my own.

Equal desire pushed and pulled, yanking my mind in separate directions, keeping me restless and on the edge of nutting.

A cul-de-sac appeared ahead of me, and awareness of where I’d driven in my clouded mind rose to the forefront.

I slammed on the brakes, noting the house directly ahead—especially its garage with the apartment above it.

Jaxon’s place.

I’d driven close to an hour, buried deep in my thoughts.

“Goddamnit,” I growled as my heartbeat kicked up to a worrisome rate and the full-body tension returned.

I needed to leave.

I wanted to stay.

I lusted to make him kneel before me, to fuck him until we both passed out from exhaustion. Tie him down and beat his ass for making me crazy with desire to the point I had grabbed at that luscious woman like a crazed animal, believing she would sate the madness he’d stirred up inside me.

A breeze teased at my hair that had been messed up from the open window, flooding my nose with the scent of musk and strawberries.

“No fucking way,” I muttered. Closing my eyes, I inhaled again, filling my lungs to bursting, the combined, delicious smells causing my body to curl inward with desperate yearning, the walls inside me threatening to crumble to dust.

Growling, I narrowed my focus on the deck at the top of the garage’s exterior stairs and the door leading into Jaxon’s apartment. Were they together, or was I so fucked-up in the head I imagined my senses heightened beyond even that of a dog?

“Jesus fucking Christ, what the hell is wrong with me?”

I breathed deeply, my eyes rolling into my head as I tasted their sated lust in the air. The scent of her virgin blood coated my tongue, causing my dick to strain and leak in my slacks. She’d given herself to Jaxon when it should have been me?—

“Fuck.” I fumbled to slide the windows up and swallowed hard once I sat enclosed in quietness. A flick of a button turned the air-conditioning on, but the noise couldn’t drown out the thoughts in my head.

I had denied her, and she found the one man I’d ever been sexually attracted to, the kid who had consumed me since first meeting him. Jealousy should have burned in my guts, but longing for both of them overrode my senses.

His cocky grin. Her luminous eyes. Both of them, gorgeous to a fault, both so sensual that they made my bones ache with deep need to fulfill their every desire.

The darker visions of domination flooded my brain, and I groaned, grabbing hold of my dick through my slacks at the idea of inflicting the type of pain that promised satiated bliss I’d never considered partaking in before.

Beating two youngsters because of animalistic urges to sate my lust?—

I needed to get the fuck out of there. Retain my goddamn sanity before I lost everything I had worked hard to attain in my still unfulfilled life .

Without a glance toward the garage, I pulled into the closest driveway, backed out, and headed north toward home and the solitude I needed to set my head straight.

An empty house awaited me. Sudden thoughts of Jessie sickened me, roiling my stomach, and I questioned why I had ever allowed her into my bed. She couldn’t hold a candle to Jaxon or Primrose.

I wondered if anyone ever would.