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

I’d always hated zoos as a kid.

Even more now that I was caged up like an animal.

“He’s one of our best.” Nurse Yano patted my forearm, all motherly and shit. “Three months,” she reminded me, trying for a firm look, but I saw the truth behind her professionalism, which gave me something other than my prison to focus on.

“Can you help me out before you go? Pretty please with a big juicy cherry on top? Hell, I’ll even throw in a couple of chocolate bars once I’m finally free of this place for good.”

She pressed her lips tight but managed not to check out my raging boner again.

“I’m already so damned close—just a brush of fingertips, and I’ll shoot off like a goddamned rocket.” I pumped my hips upward, but she managed to ignore me.

Nurse Yum Yum reached into her pocket, the crinkling of a wrapper making my mouth water. “Open up. ”

I did so without argument, releasing a low, sensual moan as the taste of caramel slid over my tongue.

“Three months,” she stated with a twinkle in her eyes before turning away.

I enjoyed the sweetness making my mouth water and the swell of her ass in her scrubs as she moved toward the door, the squeaky cart wheel grating on my nerves. “Promise?”

She didn’t answer before locking me in once more, and I lay back, determined to enjoy myself this time around.

The woman had almost caved last year. I could wear her down.

Need.

My dick bucked on its own, and swallowing the lush taste of caramel, I groaned, rubbing my ass against the crinkling mattress cover beneath me.

Coming untouched was something I fucking loved.

The out-of-control ache, the desperation for friction, the agony of my taint pulsing without fingers or a mouth on me just fucking did it for me.

Need.

I closed my eyes at the insistent word in my head and gave over to my favorite fantasy.

A blonde goddess with curves like a train track, hair draping over her lush backside. Thick thighs, spread and inviting. She would stick her finger up my ass, play with that patch of nerves that always made me shoot off like a geyser whenever I felt the desire for a little something extra.

Wet warmth would welcome me home. Tight heat clutching at my thrusting shaft, desperate for me to breed her.

“Fuck yeah,” I murmured around the hard candy in my mouth, the slight friction of my gown rubbing over my leaking slit more than enough to get me there.

Her teeth on my neck. Fingernails breaking skin.

Delicious fucking violence, sweet pain to send me? —

“Fuck!” I jolted against my restraints, spurting cum all the fuck over my pulsing dick and groin. Curses continued to spill with every shot of spunk, and I shuddered, loving the pain of release without a firm grip on my shaft. The agony of denied true fulfillment.

Goose bumps rose over me, like bubbles attempting to break free from skin.

I finally stilled, my heart racing, lungs sucking in air.

Cum leaked over my relaxing balls, down my taint, to drip onto the bed.

“Shit.” I lifted my head. There was no denying the wetness of the white gown and how it now clung to my softening dick.

Snickering echoed in my ears, and I shook my head at myself while crunching what was left of the candy between my teeth.

Doc Holliday knew I was a horny fucker from my last stay in Lockwood.

No biggie.

My smile faded along with my arousal that had been sated for the time being.

Yeah, I would be eighteen soon, but what if my parents somehow managed to keep me in the loony bin?

What if the doctors deemed me unsafe to live among the people who didn’t have really fucking loud inner voices that constantly got them into trouble or attempted to embarrass them by leaving messes for anyone to see?

I was desperate to travel my own path toward wherever the fuck I belonged. Make mistakes. Learn and grow as every other young adult was allowed to do. I deserved the right to become my own man, figure out who and what I was.

And my secret longing that I hated but couldn’t help? Finding someone who would love me. Accept me. See the value in my life and want me for more than just my rocking body that fucked like a god.

Ask my past hookups about the validity of that statement.

Escape.

“Wish we could,” I muttered, pulling against my restraints again even though I had personal knowledge such a thing wasn’t possible.

Lockwood was tighter than a virgin asshole, and no amount of lube would get me where I wanted to be.

Outside its walls.

Need.

“We’re not going anywhere. Gotta be patient.”

I snorted at my attempts to soothe the agitation inside me. Patient, I was not. A wild animal better portrayed who I was at my core. Instincts dictated my actions more often than not, life-threatening at times, but maybe someone understanding would collar me. Tame the beast, so to speak.

I snorted at my pipe dream.

First off, I had to get out of here in order for that to happen, and second, that meant I definitely needed to stop talking to myself.

I glanced at the camera up in the corner of the ceiling. Yeah, the first rule about showing you weren’t off your rocker was to act like every other supposed normal person on the planet.

Closing my eyes, I waited for Doc Holliday’s visit and the chance to prove my sanity.

My inner beast found that fucking hilarious.