Page 20 of Driven by Dragonblood (Blood Born #3)

Primrose

I stared as Jaxon licked caramel sauce off a plastic spoon, every flick and stroke of his tongue lapping at the sweetness, reminding me of where his mouth had been an hour earlier, before we finally crawled from his bed.

A warm breeze scented by nearby flowering fauna drifted over us and the picnic table we sat at, but all I could think about was the heat growing between my thighs.

“Prim.”

I jerked my focus upward to find his eyes shining with mirth—and lust.

“Eat your ice cream,” he murmured, the twinkle in his eyes weakening my knees. It was a good thing I sat.

Focusing on the cold treat I’d never enjoyed before proved difficult. Even though the rich chocolate flavor pleased my taste buds, I couldn’t keep from thinking about my beta, his touch, and the slickness of his tongue stroking along mine.

The small mound of ice cream atop my cone melted and dripped down my fingers, but I couldn’t be bothered to lick the coolness from my skin .

“You have mapped out every inch of my body and claimed me countless times over the previous two days, and I have yet to taste you,” I stated without tact since no one sat nearby.

He groaned and shifted on the wooden bench beneath him. “You can’t talk about shit like that when we’re in public, Prim. Jesus.” He pressed against his groin discreetly beneath the table, and heat settled between my thighs as his desire reached through the tether between us.

“I will think of that and having your cock inside me again with an insatiable lust until we are finally bonded,” I stated, ensnared by his bowed upper lip and the smear of caramel sauce he cleaned off with a flick of his tongue.

“We can’t bond without Patrick.”

My throat tightened, and I closed my eyes at his reminder, my chest caving in.

Since taking to the sky with my beta, I’d been focused on the high of what I had found—rather than what was still missing.

Jaxon’s easy acceptance of the truth and his constant giving of himself to me couldn’t fill the empty part of my soul that required an alpha’s presence.

“I know your body desires him as much as mine, Jaxon, but he doesn’t want me,” I whispered, memory of Patrick denying the gift of my body and heart hurting almost as much as it had in the moment it happened.

“He isn’t interested in the consuming needs of his dragon.

He is a doctor and won’t be swayed into giving up control to what he believes is insanity. ”

“He will .”

“Our shared kiss, the feel of my body in his arms—it wasn’t enough.” Tears clogged my throat, and I fought to keep the wetness welling in my eyes from coursing down my cheeks .

Jaxon reached over and grasped my free hand tightly in his own.

“He’s a doctor trained to help people with mental issues, to ‘right’ those who hear voices in their heads,” I continued. “He offered his services to me, but only in the way he thinks will ease my supposed madness.”

“We’ll knock him out, tie him up.” Jaxon trusted his human side’s abilities, leaning forward, his voice lowered and gaze piercing with its hint of mischief. “We’ll show him what he’s missing out on by denying what he is.”

His insistence we use lust to prove a point didn’t surprise me in the least, considering how much I’d gotten to know my beta in the last two days and how free he was with verbalizing his thoughts, especially when it came to mating.

“I won’t force a bonding he has no wish for,” I stated just as firmly as Jaxon had his suggestion.

He sat back, a slight furrow marring his brow. He glanced around the park, and I wondered at the slyness of his brain as his forehead smoothed out, the sparkle of ill intent once more filling his eyes as he turned his focus on me.

His desire flooded through me, causing my core to burn with need.

“I dream about him tying me up.” Jaxon kept his voice low even though no one stood nearby. “Flogging me. Whipping me.”

My pussy tingled, and I pressed my thighs together.

“I want him to mark me with a belt—a cane,” he continued, “shove his dick so far up my virgin ass that I lose my breath.” Lust darkened his eyes as his rumbled tone slid over my skin, causing it to pebble.

“I want you to watch, Prim. For you to touch yourself, slide your fingers into your soaked pussy as our alpha claims me, drenching your fingers with cum as all three of us cry out our release—together as one body, one heart. ”

My muscles jumped beneath my skin, causing a deep restlessness in my bones.

“Don’t do this, Jaxon,” I begged, even though arousal overrode the pain of our alpha’s rejection.

He tickled the back of my hand with his thumb with teasing strokes. “You’re going to ride my dick when he takes your ass—both of us stuffing you full, shooting our cum deep inside your body where it belongs.”

Yessss.

I clenched my eyes shut as my pussy pulsed with the need to be filled like he’d said. Ravaged until I had nothing left to give my mates.

“I want him fucking me while I’m balls deep in your sweet pussy,” he continued. “I need to be the bridge between my alpha and female.” We both groaned at the thought of finally bonding in the way I had explained to him last night. “I fucking lust for it so goddamn bad my body aches.”

Jaxon hoped to heal my hurt with desire, to wash away doubt by creating erotic images in my brain that my dragon also longed for.

“I won’t be manipulated,” I said, stress leaking into my tone.

“Prim—”

“No.” I shook my head, pain in the back of my throat making words difficult.

“Our ancestors did this in the past.” Swallowing, I met his gaze, holding steady, even though I longed for our alpha just as much as he did.

“A forced or coerced mating means all three will suffer the emotions of the one wronged. Bitterness will overshadow any physical release among them. Such a bond would never be enjoyable or fulfilling, how we both desire.”

In the way I had dreamed of my entire life.

Jaxon held my gaze, his jaw set.

“No matter how much my soul aches to be one with both of you, Patrick must accept what he is in order to fulfill our destiny in a way that will please all three of us.” The truth of my powerlessness flooded through me, causing my unease to intensify.

My body vibrated with the need to do something other than sit and wallow in misery.

I got to my feet and stepped away from the bench, ice cream cone falling from my hand to splat on the ground.

Cast aside.

Unwanted.

Exactly as I’d been by my alpha.

“All my life, I expected to be alone—feared it, even,” I choked out.

“Dreaded rejection from mankind, from any dragonblood I happened to hear whisper from another’s mind.

While you’ve accepted me, our alpha did not.

He does not want me!” Tears coursed down my cheeks as the pain grew too much to bear. “I am not enough.”

I shimmered from sight and gave my dragon her wings, leaving behind fluttering pieces of my ripped clothing.

“Prim!” Jaxon’s wail faded as I shot into the sky, needing to escape not just my own pain but his as well.