Page 25 of Driven by Dragonblood (Blood Born #3)

Jaxon

M y apartment door opened and shut quietly, but I couldn’t rouse myself from where I’d passed out naked after stripping to my skin and showering to rid my groin of the cum I’d released while swallowing Patrick’s hours ago.

The sweet scent of my golden goddess flooded my nose, but even her return couldn’t reel me back from the depressive funk Patrick’s denial had put me in.

I’d learned firsthand exactly how Prim had felt the day our alpha had hurt her, and I thoroughly understood the need to escape.

But I hadn’t been able to go any farther than my apartment—just in case she returned or he realized the wrongness of his stupid-assed decision to force me away.

“You smell like him. What did you do?” she whispered, her voice drawing nearer.

“Told him the truth. Everything,” I muttered into my pillow, my chest aching. “Begged. Got down on my knees, sucked him off, and he still rejected me.”

I could sense her empathy as she crawled onto my bed and curled around me like a big spoon, all naked warmth and soft flesh. “I never should have left you like that.”

I turned in her arms, expecting I looked like shit because I sure as fuck felt like it.

“I—I’m not very well versed in relationships,” she whispered, her desperation to be understood traveling through the tether between us.

“Understandably so.” I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight to my chest. A shuddered sigh rippled through me at the sense of rightness and calm her bare skin against mine brought. “But it would seem I’m not so good at them either.”

She buried her face in my neck, breathing deeply as her emotions quieted along with mine.

“Talk to me next time instead of taking off,” I whispered, my voice breaking without permission. “Please. We can figure this out together.”

“I will—promise.”

Our breaths filled the silence, our heartbeats slowly pumping in sync. The warmth of her soft body seeped through the chill in mine, causing heat to kindle in my groin, pulling blood southward.

Tipping her head, she captured my gaze. A sense of guilt or perhaps remorse radiated from her. “I abandoned you, just like your parents did, as though you meant nothing to me, and yet you welcome me back with open arms and with acceptance I don’t deserve. I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“I forgive you,” I stated, pressing my forehead against hers, breathing in the sweet scent of strawberries.

Arousal woke in her body, thickening the desire between us.

She brushed hesitant lips against mine, and I opened to the gentle probing of her tongue, groaning as she stroked into my mouth .

Arms tightening around her, I ground my hips against her thigh, needing to bury inside her wet warmth, become one with her in every possible way.

“You tasted him,” she murmured, pulling back just enough to see my eyes.

My dick throbbed against her at the memory of gagging on his shaft buried in my throat. “Yes.”

“What was it like?”

“Sweet. Tingly.” I swallowed hard, drooling for more of his seed. “His cum is more addictive than any caramel sauce. So. Damn. Good.”

“Mmm.” She closed her eyes as I licked up her neck, needing a taste of her too.

“He’ll have to suck me off in order to prolong his life, right?” I asked, shifting enough that my swollen cockhead rubbed over the coarse hair between her thighs.

“Yes.”

“Fuck.” I groaned, grinding our groins together.

“Take what you want, Jaxon. I—it’s the least I can do for the pain I’ve caused you.”

“Don’t offer yourself out of guilt.”

Pink flushed her cheeks. “I want you,” she murmured, grasping my face with her soft palms. “Surely you sense that.”

I could. Potently.

Taking her mouth, I rolled us, settling my weight atop her lush body.

She spread her thighs, clasping my ass with her heels.

Tip of my dick pressing against her slick entrance, I paused, capturing her gaze, soaking in the emotions and desire pouring off her. “I can feel that you want me, but say it. Tell me how much.”

“So much that I’m going to die if you don’t?—”

I thrust, filling her with one deep stroke. She arched beneath me, grabbing at my back with sharp fingernails .

Yessss.

Our dragons hissed as one, and I licked into her mouth, fucking her tongue in time with my hips, gentle nudges to burrow deeper into the tight clasp of her silken pussy.

“Need you,” she whispered against my lips what I could sense as strongly as my own desire for her.

I couldn’t keep thoughts of Patrick from my mind as I moved inside her warmth, but I didn’t want her to think she wasn’t enough for me.

Buried deep, I stilled, lifting my head.

Emotions radiated between us as my dick shoved against her womb, causing both of our eyes to well with the overwhelming need for each other. “I love you, Primrose.”

She clasped my scruffy jaw in her soft hands, a tear sliding down her flushed cheek. “I love you, too, Jaxon.”

I licked the wetness from her face and nuzzled my nose beneath her ear. “Come around my dick, sweetheart,” I whispered, nipping her skin. “Show me how much.” I pulled out and thrust deep, grinding my pelvis against her clit.

She shattered beneath me, crying out my name and pulling me over the edge with her.

The emotions rolling through me were pure fucking euphoria, but that missing link hurt beneath the joy of being one with her.

“Don’t feel guilty,” she murmured into my neck as I collapsed on top of her. “He’s our third. It’s only right that we both long for him. Such desires don’t make our connection any less powerful.”

I kissed her soft lips, languid and gentle, tasting and imprinting her on my brain. “Thank you.”

“For?”

I lifted onto my elbows, my fingers threading through her thick hair spread over my pillow. “For coming back to me. For not being jealous that I went to Patrick. ”

She smiled, the acceptance shining in her eyes, causing my throat to tighten.

“I’ve never told anyone other than my parents when I was a kid that I loved them. I’ve never wanted to. Never wanted to face the same rejection.”

“I’ll never leave you again, my beta,” she whispered and lifted her head to kiss me.

I’d had plenty of rejection in my life, but Prim was the first to return and accept me as is. My fated mate, my female.

She slept pressed against my side, all soft sweetness I couldn’t stop from petting, memorizing the feel of her skin against mine.

More.

I bit back my groan of agreement with my dragon. Prim was an addiction, same as Patrick, but she didn’t deny me. Wanted me. Even while resting, her body responded to mine, causing her scent to thicken in my nose.

I palmed my dick, slowly jerking myself in the dark.

She stirred with a sigh, and I released my dick to run my pre-cum-covered fingers over her silky lower lips between her thighs. Dampness rose beneath my gentle caresses, and she moaned.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t get enough of you,” I whispered, rolling her to her back and settling between her spread legs again.

“Don’t be sorry,” she murmured. “The feeling is mutual.”

“You’re so fucking perfect.”

She let out a soft snort of laughter. “Hardly, but you…you’re an absolute delight.

” With a grasp on my arms, she flipped us, giving me a hint of the inner dragon’s strength I’d had wrapped around my body as we’d flown.

“All these perfect muscles,” she teased, sliding down over my body. “This perfect cock.”

“You haven’t seen Patrick’s,” I said on a groan as she licked from the root of my straining dick to the tip, probing the slit and coaxing a pulse of pre-cum to slicken her tongue.

“What’s it like?” She slid her fingertip back down the damp trail she’d left on my shaft.

I clenched my eyes shut as a deep rumble rolled through my chest at the memory of our alpha’s taste. “Perfect.”

Prim chuckled over my inability to find a better word and feathered her fingers over my drawn-up balls. She toyed briefly with my taint before gently running a fingertip around my puckered entrance.

“Fuck.” I set my feet flat on the mattress, widening my legs to give her better access, so damn on board with having something shoved up my ass, my hole relaxed beneath her touch.

“You want him.”

Eyes clenched shut, I swallowed hard, my pulse racing like mad. “So much it hurts.”

She used the wetness on the tip of my cock to lube up my asshole. The heat of her mouth closed around my dick—and she sank a finger into my hole.

“Motherfucking mother of God!” My hips jerked, and I fisted my hands in her hair, jammed so far down her throat my climax rushed closer. “Don’t stop. Fuck, don’t stop.”

Three glides of her finger in and out of my hole, three deep-throated thrusts, and I exploded, my nose filled with Prim’s lust, her finger in my ass causing Patrick’s face to flash through my mind.

Alpha.

Need.

I wanted his cock deep inside me, pulsing, filling me with his tingling cum. I yearned for his lax, sweaty body to drape over mine, our chests heaving, my spunk a slimy mess between our stomachs .

“Fuck.” My dick gave over one last jerk in the back of Prim’s throat, and I gasped, my legs falling to the sides.

She licked away every trace of my cum and kissed up over my abs, my chest, her teeth nipping at my nipples.

I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed her tight, her softness like the warmest blanket on a winter’s night.

“I wish I could be enough,” she murmured what I’d felt earlier.

I heaved a sigh, hating that we shared in that particular emotion. “We need to show him the truth, Primrose.”

“Sooner than later,” she agreed quietly.

“We’ll find a way. Somehow.” I squeezed her again while kissing the top of her head. “I promise.”