Page 17 of Driven by Dragonblood (Blood Born #3)

Primrose

A wareness prickled my skin, but my beta nuzzled beneath my ear, trailing kisses along my jawline.

He brushed his mouth over mine, retaining my full focus.

Soft and unhurried, every caress of his tongue and swipe of his lips caused my heart to race and fulfilled me beyond what I had hoped for or imagined.

His cock remained buried inside me, and I kept my legs wrapped around his waist, holding him close. Our hearts beat in time through the skin and bone separating them, and I gloried in the total acceptance, the absolute joy radiating in the energy between us.

He has claimed us.

“Not every inch,” he murmured, even though I hadn’t spoken my dragon’s declaration aloud, and pressed up onto his elbows to better meet my gaze.

A twinkle lit his ocean eyes while he grinned a wickedly delicious smile.

He shifted his hips, his length still hard even though cum trickled around where he was buried deep in my body.

Another burst of arousal rushed through my core, offering him the slickness he would require for what I could hear his dragon whisper its need for.

Yessss.

I squeezed my inner walls around his shaft. “You can take it all.”

Please.

He groaned and tipped his forehead against mine. “I can feel your thoughts, like whispers in the wind,” he said, his sweet breath caressing my parted lips. “How is that possible?”

I ran my fingertips along his spine, his shiver causing goose bumps to rise along my arms. “Because of the dragonblood in us, the beginnings of the bond between fated mates who refuse any barriers between them.”

Yessss , our inner beasts hissed as one.

“Fuck.” He tangled his fingers in my hair and kissed me again with a ravaging hunger I felt within my soul.

Had I been fully human, soreness from his thrusts would have demanded we wait to mate again, but the dragonblood healed me faster, erasing all pain the second he’d torn through my maidenhead to claim me.

Lifting onto his hands, he held my gaze, dragging his length out, even though I tried to keep him close. The grin had faded from his lips, pure lust, instinctive, consuming need, replacing the bubbly feelings emanating between us as he stared down at me.

He pulled his rigid shaft from my body, releasing a flood of our combined cum from earlier, and slid along my sopping lower lips, rubbing the back of his length along the swollen bundle of nerves. “Tell me again.” His rasped command caused me to shiver.

“You can take it all,” I whispered what his dragon wanted to hear while clutching at his tensed biceps.

“Yeah?”

“Yes. ”

Holding my gaze with his gleaming eyes, he moved down over my body, pausing to lift my breasts together and lick across the sensitive buds, watching me closely for my reaction.

I grabbed hold of his head, moaning as zings raced from my hard nipples, through my stomach, and straight to my pussy, causing more arousal to well along my inner walls.

“I can smell how badly you want me.” He grazed his teeth over my nipples, and I shuddered. “How the fuck is that even possible?” he mumbled and nipped one last time.

“Please,” I croaked, shaking in my need.

He slid lower, his tongue flickering over my stomach, my navel—he nuzzled against the curls between my thighs, breathing in the scent of our cum and my want. He tongued over my labia and upward to flick the hardened nub at the top of my slit, causing me to jolt and whimper.

He swallowed and growled. “So fucking delicious.”

Please…

“I—I need…” I whined, thighs pressing tight against the sides of his head.

Mouth latching onto the throbbing bundle of nerves, he slid two fingers deep into my soaked core, another rumble of satisfaction sounding in his chest.

His inner beast purred, enticing me to gift him more wetness for him to swallow down.

He coaxed continuous arousal from my human body with tongue and fingers, leading us and our true selves toward the satisfaction we craved.

I lifted my hips when he desired, cried out when he wanted me to come again. My body convulsed at his persistent onslaught, his fingers thrusting through drenching cum—the lubrication he needed and wanted to claim another first from me .

“Yes,” I half-gasped the word as my climax robbed me of breath.

He knelt between my loosened thighs, rubbing his shaft through my juices. “If it’s too much, tell me to stop.”

“You’ll know if it is,” I replied, reaching for him, my gaze latching onto my release glistening on his lips.

Taste.

He groaned and leaned forward, his fingertips once more slipping into my soaked core when I yearned for him elsewhere.

“Need to get you ready first so I don’t hurt you,” he said, pulling his fingers from my body and trailing them downward.

I grabbed the backs of my thighs and lifted higher, desperate for him to claim my other hole and fill me there too.

Gentle, slickened circling around my puckered entrance heightened my yearning to be one with him again, and I bore down.

Want.

He pushed a finger into the first knuckle, and I groaned. “I know you do—I can fucking feel you in my head.” He rotated his hand, exploring the inside of my ass before pressing in farther. “So smooth and warm—you’re going to be silk around my dick.”

I panted, licking over my dry lips, gaze ensnared by his. We were connected physically, but an invisible tether had latched us together. More radiant than the sun, more comforting than the moon lighting the night sky.

“More,” I begged, my voice broken.

“Mmm,” he agreed, sliding another finger along with the first, stretching me with a burn that raced fire up my spine. “You like the pain, don’t you?”

“Oh, yes.” I bit down on my lip as he worked his fingers deeper, spreading them, opening my untried hole for his cock.

My dragon whimpered along with me, causing his to purr even deeper as he pulled his slick fingers from my back hole.

“Tell me what you want, Prim.”

“You…”

Holding my gaze, he feathered the head of his cock against me, teasing with a coy smirk. “My name is Jaxon. And you better scream my name when you come on my cock again.”

“Jaxon, my beta?—”

He slid balls deep inside my pussy again, coating his shaft with my wetness before retreating once more. “Relax and let me in, baby.”

He pushed my thighs wide, and my hands fell to clutch the sheets beside me as he flexed his ass, the burn of him breaching my puckered opening deliciously arousing.

Our inner beasts hissed their mutual desire, both voices loud in my ears.

“So tight,” Jaxon stated through clenched teeth, shoving in a little more.

I moaned, my back arching, my body trying to draw him in deeper. “I can take it—you won’t injure me.”

“Fuck, Prim.” Inch by inch, he worked himself deeper, owning what belonged to him. “Fucking right, your ass is mine,” he growled, bottoming out so his tightened balls rested against my backside. “Mine. Every goddamn inch of your sweet body.”

My dragon wept, tears sliding down my cheeks, and my beta’s beast assured him they were ones of joy. Our bond radiated with overwhelming emotion, causing my heart to ache.

“How can I feel so much for you already?” he whispered, pulling out to the head and sinking back into my ass .

“We are fated,” I managed to say before he fell over me to claim my mouth.

The overwhelming desire to love and be loved radiated between us in equal measure as he thrust in and out of me, the joy in finding a soul who understood, one who would follow the other to the ends of the earth and beyond.

“I need you to come on my dick, Prim.” Jaxon groaned and snaked a hand between our sweaty bodies. “Before I blow my load and fill your ass.” He rubbed two fingers along my clit, but I needed more.

“Harder. Deeper,” I managed, raising my hips toward him.

Jaxon groaned again, his muscles bunching as he worked himself in and out of me.

“Yes.” I moaned as he stabbed in again, giving me the slight pain I realized I needed. Without words, he fucked me harder—faster—taking me to the edge. One last violent plunge, a pinch to my clit, and I convulsed. “Jaxon!”

“Fuck.” He thrust a few more times while I rode the high of my climax, his sexy groans, the growls deep in his chest, sending me barreling over again. “Goddamn.” His cock pulsed, coating my insides with his release, and he squeezed me tight in his arms, shuddering as he emptied deep in my guts.

“What the fuck is this?” he murmured against my neck while trying to catch his breath. “Seriously. This is not…normal.”

“Mmm.” Smiling so broadly it hurt, I ran my hands down over the muscles rippling his back, the smooth skin heated and damp with sweat. “Dragonblood.” I sighed the word, my smile fading a bit as confusion flickered through our tether.

“Dragonblood as in something more than human?”

“Yes.”

Jaxon planked over me on shaky arms, his focus on my face, tendrils of sweat-dampened dark hair sticking to his forehead. “You aren’t shitting me.”

I shook my head, even though he had to feel the truth—and hadn’t asked a question.

“Holy fuck.” He pulled out of my ass slowly, and I hissed my displeasure over the emptiness. “Gonna clean up—be right back,” Jaxon promised, easing my mood.

I lay unmoving, my body relaxed, sated, every inch of me tingling in the aftereffects of our fucking.

Loving.

My smile returned, even though my beta was absent from my side, and I didn’t argue with my inner dragon.

What Jaxon and I had shared went far beyond the mere coming together of physical bodies and sexual release I’d read about.

Our hearts and spirits had aligned more than I had expected outside of a real bond, one that required our alpha.

Pain arced through my chest, but Jaxon’s reappearance in his bathroom doorway halted the hurt.

Ripples of muscles covered his body, lean and defined from shoulders to calves, causing my mouth to flood with drool and my fingertips to itch with the need to touch.

He had a beautiful dick and knew how to move to bring me pleasure.

His blue-green eyes twinkled as he drew near, grinning. “You think I’m sexy as fuck.”

“Yes,” I breathed my answer, my gaze on his flaccid length while wanting it to swell again.

“Give me a few, and you’ll get your wish.” Still grinning, he used a wet towel to clean between my thighs, wiping all traces of our cum from my skin. “You’re not sore, are you?”

“Not a bit.”

“ That’s not human either after the pounding I gave your little ass.”

I snickered, my face warming. “My backside is far from little. ”

He flopped and sprawled on the bed beside me, eyes alight with mischief. “It’s fucking perfection,” he said, propping up on an elbow to lean over me, fingertips trailing over my breast to rub my nipple.

I touched his smooth cheeks, caressed the square jaw that helped create his symmetrical face.

He pinched my bud gently before wrapping his arm around me and pulling me tight against his chest. “So are you going to drool over me until I fuck you again, or are you going to tell me what you are—what I am, because I sure as fuck know this is something out of a sci-fi or fantasy book.”

I inhaled, filling my lungs, wondering where to begin, how to explain gently, tactfully, so he wouldn’t think I was crazy, but I couldn’t find the words.

“Blunt honesty will work best,” he assured me, aware of my indecision.

A shuddering sigh rippled through my body at the continued proof of our bond. “Our ancestors were dragons.”

He huffed a breath, but I sensed that his trust didn’t waver.

“Real life, scaled and fire-breathing creatures.” I continued with a bit of the history of beast and man interacting until they evolved into more than separate entities.

“Dragon shifters.” He barked a laugh a few moments later when I paused, his beautiful smile causing my pussy to pulse with need. “Holy shit.”

I smiled, staring at his expressive face that was sunshine on mine. “Born of ancient dragonblood.”

“Holy shit,” he murmured again, peering into my eyes. “And this strange vibe between us, this…lack of privacy in our minds?”

“Fated mates bond in such a way that we needn’t speak a word.”

“Fucking telepathy? ”

“Something like that, yes,” I said, rubbing a fingertip over his full lower lip as he squeezed me tight.

He nipped at my finger before kissing it. “I’d have to be fucking crazy to think you’re telling the truth.”

“But you do.”

“Fuck.” He heaved a sigh, his gaze seeing right into my soul. “I do,” he confirmed, even though he experienced my belief.

His lack of hesitation or doubt in accepting what I had shared filled me with joy, and the tether between us radiated the same emotion back to me. I had found what I craved, and nothing would be able to tear my mind from his or the consuming need for his touch.

I rolled to my side to face him, our bodies pressed tight and tingling with growing arousal. I considered all I had, what fate had given us.

Alpha .

My dragon’s whisper sent another pang through my heart.

Jaxon’s brow furrowed, darkening his eyes. “What?”

An attempted smile twitched my lips but failed as I realized he could feel some of my thoughts, but not those of my inner beast. “It would seem my dragon can’t yet communicate with you.”

“Will it ever?” he asked, still frowning, soothing a hand down my back and pulling me tighter against him.

“Once we’re properly bonded, yes.”

“And how do we do that?”

I bit on the inside of my lip, the ache in my chest spreading.

The furrow in his brow deepened. “Tell me what the fuck is hurting you, sweetheart, ‘cuz I can’t fucking stand to feel your pain like this. ”

“Our alpha,” I whispered, hating that tears hazed my vision and choked my voice.

“Alpha…” His brow eased as his mind worked over the word. “As in our mate.”

“Yes.”

“Is there something about dragonbloods you left out?”

“It takes three Blood Born to procreate,” I whispered, my gaze dropping to his chin. “Three mates, fated by destiny, to be together until they rest with the stars.”

Wonder replaced the hurt radiating through our tether. His inner dragon whispered in his head as the image of our alpha wavered in my mind.

“Patrick.” He breathed the name.

“Doctor Macaire,” I whispered, even though the stoic man didn’t want anything to do with me.