Page 30 of Driven by Dragonblood (Blood Born #3)

Jaxon

W ork sucked ass worse than I’d expected.

Bagging fucking groceries. Sure, Prim and I had a nice stash of money between the two of us, but I didn’t want to blow through it like a couple of irresponsible kids.

I needed to prove myself a working man she could rely on, a nest egg tucked away for our future together, one I feared would only ever see us as a couple rather than the threesome fate dictated.

I’d promised to figure out how to convince Patrick he belonged in our lives, but my brain couldn’t figure shit out. Without my usual manipulation tactics, I was powerless. Fucking useless. And that shit messed with my mind toward Prim, too.

I longed to be her everything. Take care of her needs, not just sexually and emotionally, but physically as well. That meant a good job that would provide better than a handful of dollars per hour.

Never mind, I wouldn’t even be able to fulfill those first two without the one man we craved.

After a quick lesson in making sure I didn’t pack bananas on top of bread in the store’s brown paper bag, I stood behind a cashier as she beeped item after item across the scanner, the lame-ass music and murmur of voices only aggravating me more than the clothing causing every inch of my skin to itch.

I wanted Primrose, missed her enough I kept rubbing my chest like a cavern had split open inside me due to her absence.

The twenty-something cashier to my right kept checking me out—I swore I could feel her calculating stare.

Glancing her way twice earned me smiles, but I ignored the gesture, uninterested in a transactional hookup like I used to seek out.

If she’d been looking at me like that before Prim had stormed into my life, I’d have been buried between her thighs before night’s end.

The girl brushed past me while heading to break, but rather than causing my dick to twitch with interest in her big breasts, the appendage shriveled even more with disgust.

At least cheating would never be in the cards thanks to my body’s recognition of who I belonged to.

Five minutes later, I went to the break room to grab something to eat—and found her there by herself.

“Hey,” she said, her voice all come and get me, hot thing .

Not wanting to be more of an asshole than I’d already been, I mumbled a greeting and pulled open the fridge for my bottle of water I’d left on the bottom shelf earlier.

My backside tingled.

“You new in town?” she asked as I straightened.

“Yeah.”

“Got a girlfriend?”

My dragon purred. I smiled as the bottle lip rested against mine. “Something like that.” Long pulls filled my mouth with cold water, and I swallowed, the chill reaching my empty stomach.

She stood and rounded the table, pressing against my side while straining up onto her tiptoes. Her hot breath brushed over my neck, and I stepped away, capping my water as my dragon growled a warning for her to back the fuck off.

“Not interested,” I said before she could do whatever she’d planned in her attempted seduction.

“What, are you gay or something?” she asked, hands on hips and scowling at me as though she thought she was God’s gift to men and hadn’t ever been turned down.

Which, considering the size of this measly town as compared to Phoenix, she probably hadn’t.

Kinda…reminded me of myself pre-Primrose, goddess of my life.

What a punk-assed little bitch I’d been, cocky and arrogant.

“You’re not my female.” I glanced down over her generous curves, unmoved and hardly enticed to take a taste. A smirk pulled my lips upward. “And you’re definitely not the alpha I belong to.”

“Fucking weirdo.” She shoved past me, the door slamming shut behind her.

I slouched in the chair she’d vacated, blowing out a breath, shoulders slumping.

College. That was what I needed to do. Get my GED and a higher education, one like Patrick had. Stable and sure, with a much better promise than minimum wage. I could afford a community college for a couple of years with what my grandfather had left me, but not much else.

“Shit.” I propped my elbows on the table and ran my hands through my hair.

I wouldn’t ever be enough.

Jaw tight, I hopped up and strode from the breakroom, determined to at least finish my shift so I wouldn’t add “quitter” alongside the “failure” label I was sure was attached to my forehead.

I sensed her gut-wrenching pain long before I opened the apartment door. She threw herself into my arms, sobs and tears—and the scent of our alpha and his cum—sending me staggering back onto the porch.

What the fuck had he done?

What had she done?

Holding her tight, I strode inside and kicked the door shut, my face buried in her hair as her tears soaked my shirt. The ache in her chest filled mine, the feelings of failure intensifying to the point I needed something—a shot of alcohol being the top of my list, even though I didn’t drink.

“What the fuck happened, Prim?” I asked, sitting on the couch and snuggling her tighter against my chest.

“I t-tried again.” Another sob cut off her trembling voice. “I—I hoped to change his m-mind.” She sniffed and whimpered. “I wanted to give you the thing you long for the m-most.”

Fuck. I heaved a sigh and kissed her head a few times, unable to contain my absolute adoration for the naked woman shivering and shaking in my arms. How could that love not be enough? Why the fuck did she have to experience the pain I did because of it?

“I want your emotions, Jax,” she whispered, pulling back to give me the stunning view of her wet, golden-brown eyes.

“Your happiness, your desires, your hurt. I need it.” She cupped my cheek and kissed me lightly on the lips, the taste of salty tears lingering as she pulled away.

“As sick as that sounds, I don’t feel…right… without you bein g near or inside me.”

Of course, my mind went straight to dick and pussy, but I knew what she meant. “Same, sweetheart.”

We stared at each other for a few seconds, sharing our grief and the underlying happiness over having found one another that bordered on contentment—except for the loss of him.

“Tell me, Prim.”

And fuck, did she ever, my dick springing to attention imagining her slammed against Patrick’s office door as he ripped at his pants to get inside her warmth that was like coming home every damned time.

“Fuck.” I scrubbed a hand over my face, my asshole clenching at the thought of him releasing deep inside me after a few animalistic thrusts that brought just as much pain as they did pleasure.

“He shut me out, Jax.” Prim’s voice wavered again. “With ten times the force as before. It hurt.”

I kissed her, swept my tongue into her mouth, wanting nothing more than to ease her pain, that feeling of rejection I knew too well. “Let me care for you, sweetheart.”

“Yes.” She lay back on the couch, and I yanked my clothes off, desperate to get inside her and make her forget about our asshole alpha for a while.

Knowing Patrick’s cum probably still coated her pussy, I shook with instinctive need to add mine, fill her as he had.

But first…

I buried my face between her thighs and feasted. Tasting the sweetness of Patrick’s tingly cum with every shove of my tongue into her pussy roused my inner dragon into a growling, prowling beast who wanted to break free from my human body.

Breed.

“Fuck, yeah,” I mumbled against her swollen labia before suckling one lip into my mouth .

Prim yanked on my hair. “Jaxon.”

I obeyed what her desire swirling through me dictated, sliding up and into her body while claiming her mouth.

Frantic hands, deep, needy thrusts, gnashing teeth and lashing tongues…

we fucked hard and fast. Cum brewed in my drawn-up balls, and I reached between our bodies, my fingers finding her clit swollen for me.

“Come around me, Prim.” I thrust deep and flicked back and forth over her slickened nub. “Fucking take me with you so I can shoot my spunk against your womb with our alpha’s.”

“Jax!” Wetness gushed around my dick, and I wrapped my arms around her, fucking deep, her inner walls pulling, pulsing with enough force I fucking exploded, shots of light behind my clenched eyelids.

Yessss.

My balls erupted, jerking my dick inside her, spurting insane amounts of spunk—fucking badass dragonblood.

One final groan, and I relaxed against her softness, my nose in her hair, every quick breath tickling strands over my lips. Her pleasure and peace radiated through me, appreciation and adoration ten times more than I had dreamed about and secretly hoped to find. “Fuck, do I love you.”

She squeezed her thighs around me and sighed a quiet repeat of my sentiment, the release rolling between us almost enough to erase the discontent lingering in the deepest parts of us.

As cheesy as the thought was, I would die without Prim. I would literally die without her nearness, her touch, the sense of energy linking us?—

I planked over her as an idea jolted through my head.

“What?” Eyes widened, she grasped my shoulders, peering from one of my eyes to the other. “What?” she repeated.

“He needs a swift kick in the ass,” I said with a grin, gyrating my hips around, grinding my pelvis against her clit. She squeezed her pussy around my semi with coaxing tugs that made my eyes roll back into my head. “And I think I know just the way to do it.”

“How?” she asked, her voice breathy as a goddamn siren.

I pulled out a few inches and slowly fucked through the soaked mess between her thighs, my dick thickening again, filling her perfectly. “Show him what he’s missing.”

Her brow furrowed. “That’s exactly what I tried to do.”

“Mmm.” I groaned at the feel of her tight slickness as I dragged my length out and pushed in, my hips moving in a seductive dance that sent rippling pleasure through both of us.

She arched beneath me, her fingernails digging into my straining shoulder muscles. “I’m not talking about your sweet-as-fuck pussy, Prim.”

One more withdraw and slow, teasing sink into her body, and I stilled.

“He needs to see you in your true form, all golden scales and spines. Claws and glowing eyes.”

She lifted an eyebrow, probably knowing I wasn’t done laying out my plan. “And?”

“He also needs to feel fear.” I nudged toward her cervix, coaxing a gasp from her lips as I flexed my ass, burrowing deeper. “Sometimes, the only way to realize you need something is to believe it’s lost. For fucking good.”

“The bridge,” she whispered as my plan blossomed in her own mind.

“Mmm.” I undulated above her, fucking in and out of her with my rolling hips, our gazes locked. Emotion and arousal simmered, heating the connection between us. “Same as the first time you took me soaring.”

“But how do we get him there?”

My mind went straight to where it always did when I wanted to get my way, but at this point, what choice did we have? “Forget the bridge. We’ll use the canyon. He’s a doctor. He’ll come if I call and tell him I’m going to jump off the same ledge my grandmother did.”

“Jaxon.” Her tone said it all, even though I could feel the unease reaching through our tether.

I clasped her face in my hands, imploring her to understand with my eyes and the emotions in my heart.

“Manipulating him in this way wouldn’t be forcing a bond but a reality check.

It’s not anything like what some of our ancestors did in the past. We just need to get him to the place where he realizes what he’s missing.

The choice will be his, but I think in the face of losing his fated mates, his dragon will take control and protect us. ”

Her brow furrowed. “Wouldn’t he reach out to the authorities rather than run to the rescue?”

What a goddamn conversation to have while making love to my female.

I chuckled and ground my pelvis against her slippery clit again since the serious convo hadn’t done jack shit to soften my dick.

“He could—but I don’t think he will. There’s too much of a connection between us.

He can deny it all he wants, but he won’t allow someone else to talk me down. I guaran-fucking-tee it.”

Another slow drag out and slide into her warmth caused us both to groan.

“Do you believe it will work?” she whispered, wrapping her arms around me with possessive vibes that made my balls draw up tight.

“Yes,” I whispered against her lips and turned my focus on making her come undone beneath me again.