Page 23 of Driven by Dragonblood (Blood Born #3)

Patrick

J axon handled my throbbing cock with assured strokes that felt too damned good, and I stared at his parted lips, my breaths rushing out in perfect sync with his.

I stood on the edge of absolute ruin, my insides feverish, clothing restrictive as fuck.

“You’re a kid, for fuck’s sake, a threat to everything I’ve built in my professional life.

” My voice sounded strangled to my ears, the words forced out in opposition to the darkness inside my chest shrieking for release.

“I’m legal,” he argued, tightening his grip on my shaft to this side of painful.

“Too young to know what the fuck you want,” I said through gritted teeth, the skin of his neck searing my palm.

“I know I want you .” Jaxon swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing beneath my hand, his pupils like a shot of pure lust to my groin. And the energy simmering, the flames rising between us…shit, I needed to fuck.

His tight, young body, all lean muscle, called out to me on a visceral level, tugging, enticing me closer. To just forget about reality and partake in the danger he promised to be .

The story he’d told hit me deeply, settling into a form of truth I didn’t want to acknowledge, as though he’d sat with David and listened to the old man’s tales as long as I had.

Telling myself I was too old for make-believe shit didn’t lessen the rightness I experienced in holding Jaxon captive like this. I’d been just as drawn to Primrose as he was—everything about her turned me on with the same fierce need Jaxon did.

And here he was, shaking and smelling like a goddamned snack, his lust as potent in my nose as the chemistry lighting my insides on fire.

“Please,” he whispered as though knowing I neared the edge of no return.

Take.

Fucking voice in my head—I closed the distance as though I was a puppet on a string, trapping Jaxon against the wall with my body. We touched from chest to thigh, his hand between our groins.

Jaxon squeezed my dick, and I groaned, my balls pulling up against my body. “Need to taste you—please.”

Voice lost to consuming desire, I couldn’t say no—couldn’t find the goddamn word to stop him as he slid to his knees.

I loomed over him, a sense of power rushing through me, obliterating the goddamn wall I’d thought strong as he fumbled to pull my aching shaft from my sweats.

He gulped. “Commando. Fucking hot.” At the first brush of his fingers against my leaking tip, the darkness inside me roared, overshadowing my humanity’s better sense. My hands tangled in the damp, mussed hair atop Jaxon’s head, and I pulled him close before he freed me completely.

I groaned as he closed his lips around me.

Hot. Wet. Yessss .

A low growl, unearthly yet familiar, rolled from my lips as Jaxon took me as deep as he could before gagging.

“Fuck. So good. Just like that.” I pulled back and thrust in, needing to hear that toe-curling noise again.

An explosion brewed in my balls as I fucked his mouth, going farther with every slow glide over his tongue until his throat convulsed around the thick head.

“Yes— fuuuuck , you’re taking me so good.”

Pleasure coursed through my body, owning my heart and head.

Nothing but Jaxon, his tongue, and the cavern of his hot mouth existed.

Wet blue-green eyes peered up at me, raw and needy as they had in my dreams every goddamned night since first laying eyes on him.

“You want my cum?”

“Mmm,” he moaned around my length, hands grasping at my thighs as though he couldn’t decide if he should pull me closer or push away.

“Need me to fill up your belly with my seed?” I asked, gagging him with every forward jolt of my hips.

He whimpered, slobber dripping off his chin, eyes feral.

“Relax,” I heard myself coo, easing my hold on his hair and caressing his hollowed cheeks with my thumbs. “Relax your throat, so I can fuck it deeper. Swallow around my shaft, and I’ll give you what you hunger for.”

Whatever instinctive fight had him tensed, drained at my command.

My chest swelled, and I hissed while slowly sinking in until his nose pressed against my groin.

“Jesus—fucking hell, your mouth is perfect.”

Give.

My balls erupted, and I held Jaxon tight against me as spurt after spurt of my cum shot into his throat .

Jaxon swallowed, clenching against my pulsing dick, pulling more from my balls than humanly possible.

Heat rushed through me, burning like lava, seeming to sear away my skin. I gasped for breath, muscles bunching, twitching with otherworldly pulses ripping seed from my sac. Head tipped toward the ceiling, groaning, I gave him every drop, body convulsing long after I finished feeding him.

“Goddamn,” I muttered, blinking my eyelids open as Jaxon fell back to rest against the wall, gasping for breath as harshly as I did. A wet spot covered the front of his jeans.

Satisfaction and a sense of completeness rolled over me, and I caressed his swollen lips while he peered up at me like a bright-eyed child who’d just tasted their first lollipop?—

An audible intake of breath rushed oxygen to my lungs as I thought of the man I had hero-worshiped for many years.

My gut tightened.

“Fuck.” I stumbled backward. Face hot and body trembling, I stared at the boy who was much too young for me, slumped on his knees, his face a mess of saliva and cum.

Wrecked.

Beautiful.

Mine.

I shoved my dick and balls in my sweats and turned away, shaking my head and fighting the voice slithering atop the walls Jaxon had brought tumbling to the ground. Teeth clenched, hands fisted at my sides, I closed my eyes and visualized rebuilding the fortress that had kept me safe.

Sane.

I was in control.

I am in control , I told myself on repeat.

The groan inside me grew to a roar as I fought against it, but it evaporated as the final block of the prison slammed into place, shutting whatever it was off entirely. Clutching my chest, I bent forward, desperate for oxygen against the knife-stabbing agony behind my breastbone.

“Doc.”

I didn’t turn. Couldn’t. “I’m sorry, Jaxon, but you can’t stay here tonight—you need to leave,” I rasped, my tone nothing but pain and desperation.

“Now.” Without a backward glance, I staggered out of the living room and up the stairs, desperate to escape the energy attempting to lure me into weakness.

The connection between me and that boy remained, potent and tempting as hell.

My feet itched to run back downstairs, claim Jaxon’s mouth—and the rest of his body as my own as the voice had suggested. Doctor Sorino had given in to his lust and paid the price, and it would be best to remember the outcome of his bowing to temptation.

“I am in control,” I whispered what I needed to be true, leaning against my closed bedroom door, ears straining for the sounds of Jaxon letting himself out, giving me the distance I needed.

The door slammed shut seconds later.

Sagging onto the floor, head in hands, I warred with myself over being pleased he’d obeyed and pissed he hadn’t fought to stay. The tether of whatever the fuck it was linking us together slowly faded, leaving behind an ache in my soul I didn’t understand—and hated.

What had gone down between me and Jaxon wasn’t a simple interaction between two horny men wanting relief for their aching balls. He’d weaseled into my head, into my goddamned blood.

Dragonblood.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” I rubbed a hand over my face and stood, my thoughts an absolute mess.

At least the voice enclosed in my soul’s void lay quiet, properly closed off where it couldn’t mess with my sanity and land me behind lock and key in either a psych ward or a prison.

Inner beast or not, this shit wasn’t normal.

And the supernatural was nothing but myth and fairy tales for those who couldn’t handle the pain of living in reality.

I’d risen above that years ago, and nothing— no one —would threaten my soundness of mind that focused on science, proven truths, and impeccable morals.