Page 34 of Driven by Dragonblood (Blood Born #3)

Patrick

E xhaustion from trying to keep the truth—the beast —imprisoned inside me gave way to the voice needing to utilize my vocal cords. I didn’t submit. The beast took over the second I considered doing so.

I’d never been anything but driven to excel, to prove myself sane, whole, someone who took pride in their control, and as I lost the battle to madness, I hated my weakness. Yes, I had seen things that would sway any scientist, but stubbornness clung to the deepest parts of me.

Humanity lost to a supernatural being that could very well ruin me.

I held no control as words poured from my mouth in a language I didn’t understand, but zero trace of fear resided where panic should have laced my blood.

Dark blue fire ignited around my legs without an ounce of pain as it licked up my legs to consume my body.

Still, the unnatural words spilled from my lips without my permission.

Tears slid off Primrose’s chin as her eyes glowed golden, similar colored flames licking at her body.

Jaxon—fuck did the boy make me crave darker desires—stared at me, lust radiating from his brilliant blue-green gaze.

The whorls of fire around him glinted aqua where the two colors of his eyes intermingled.

The voice in me quieted to a purr, and the world around us appeared brighter.

I wanted to believe I dreamed, that this was a figment of my imagination, but I felt alive for the first time in my life.

“You haven’t felt anything yet,” Primrose promised as tears continued to leak down her cheeks.

Images flashed in my head, the beast whispering them into existence of all the ways I would have my mates, how I would bring them pain and pleasure.

“Yes,” Primrose whispered as Jaxon groaned a cursed agreement.

Their arousal intensified, rousing the burn in my groin and heightening my craving to dominate and conquer.

I wanted to release my grip on their hands and tear off my pants, command them to worship me as they seemed so eager to do—as the weird energy linking us begged for.

My cock swelled so quickly I grunted again, hunching in on myself as the beast fixated on finishing what he’d started. “Fuck.”

“Yes,” they both said as one.

A muscle in my jaw ticked as I fought to control the drive inside me, demanding I claim them both. Own them with my hands and mouth. Flood them with my seed until they both lie spent, completely wrecked.

Fulfilled.

A muscle ticked in my jaw as the voice inside me groaned, causing pre-cum to spill from my slit. I would give us all what instinct demanded of me, but in the privacy of my home, where there would be no chance of damage to my reputation .

“In my car,” I bit out the command, refusing to be ignored. “Now.”

They scrambled to their feet and spun from me as though their asses were on fire, our hands slipping free from one another, leaving me…bereft.

Hissing like water to flames sounded in my ears, and I could fucking feel that damned beast inside me slithering around through my soul in annoyed dissatisfaction from having something stolen from him.

Inwardly, I told the damned thing to calm the fuck down. He had taken advantage of his freedom and gained control over my mouth, but I was the one in charge now.

Not him.

He continued to hiss at me as I stalked behind Primrose with her gorgeous, naked ass and Jaxon’s flexing backside cradled in tight-as-fuck jeans.

Curses rang in my head, and I pressed down on my aching bulge, wetness from copious amounts of pre-cum leaking through my slacks.

Un-fucking-natural.

It was time to fuck these two out of my system and set my head on straight again.

Jaxon reached the car and glanced over his shoulder at me, an eyebrow raised, a coy smirk on his lips. I could sense his need to fuck, so he must feel mine.

“In,” I demanded, my voice more of a growl than words.

His amusement floated over me as though we still held hands. “Balls deep,” he said with a chuckle.

Little shit.

“Jaxon, up front,” I ordered, ignoring his taunt even though I wanted to thrust into his body as far as I could go, hopefully ripping the air from his lungs in the process. “Primrose, on his lap.”

Needed to keep them close .

They obeyed without a word, and I climbed in the driver’s side, slamming the door shut behind me. Their scents filled the small interior, making breathing—and withstanding my lust—damned near impossible.

Without glancing at either of them, I turned on the car and tore out of the pull-off, suddenly realizing that we could have been seen by anyone—dragon, naked woman, otherworldly flames licking at the three of us.

But there had been no hint of headlights or a car of any manner in the dark wilderness surrounding us.

“How did you get out here?”

“We took an Uber,” Primrose replied.

That… fuckery had been unseen by anyone but the three of us.

My shoulders relaxed, and I glanced over at them.

Jaxon’s hand lay on her thigh, her knees pulled up, hiding the golden curls at the apex of her thighs.

Our sweet mates.

As though in response to the whisper inside me, Primrose’s strawberry-like scent that had imprinted on my brain the day before flooded my senses.

I pressed hard on my bulge, needing to strangle the hell out of my shaft. “You can hear the voice inside me, can’t you?” I asked, my voice shaky.

“Yes.”

Taste.

Primrose whimpered as the sweetness of her arousal thickened in the air, causing my balls to tighten against my body.

Jaxon groaned, and I clutched at the steering wheel, focus glued to the road.

An image flashed in my mind, and needing something to tide me over until we could seek our release behind closed doors, I gave in. “Face forward, Primrose. ”

She scrambled to do as told.

“Good girl.”

A whimper on her lips caused my cock to buck inside its prison.

“Shit,” Jaxon muttered as though our senses fed off each other.

“Spread her legs, boy. Tell me how wet she is.”

“ Fuuuuck .” Jaxon groaned, shifting Primrose on his lap in obedience, but she didn’t put up a fight, widening her thighs over his before he even settled her back against his chest.

I glanced over as she tipped her head on his shoulder and grasped his hand, pulling it between her thighs as though he wasn’t moving fast enough to please her.

I tore my gaze off them to check the empty road—and promptly glanced over again.

Jaxon worked his hand against her pussy, and I cursed the lack of light. “Is she wet?”

“Fucking soaked ,” he replied, his voice low and full of lust. “Hot and so damned slick . Jesus, you need our dicks, don’t you, sweetheart?”

“Yes!” She gasped, gyrating on his lap, her sweetness cloying. Mouthwatering.

“Do you like his fingers inside you, Primrose?” I rasped, uncaring my lust for them laced every word.

“Yes,” she repeated and arched, and I gripped the steering wheel tighter to keep from reaching out to feel how needy she really was.

“Make her come, Jaxon.”

Primrose writhed on his lap, her shifting hips and whimpers causing my dick to leak like a faucet.

The wet sounds of his fingers fucking her pussy fueled the prowling, growling beast inside me. Heat raced through my body, tightened every muscle to the point of exploding .

“Oh!” Primrose cried out, her back bowed, hands clasped around Jaxon’s forearm as he worked her over.

“That’s it, Prim,” he murmured in her ear with a crooning tone that pulsed need through my groin as she found her release.

“She’s pulsing around my fingers—coming all over my hand, Doc.

Fuck, do I want to be buried in you, sweetheart.

So damned hard for you. Need to bust a nut deep inside your warmth. Jesus, you’re perfect.”

She quieted and went limp against Jaxon, who groaned a few more curses before releasing a slow, steady breath as though in an attempt to get a hold of himself so he didn’t nut in his jeans.

“Put your fingers in my mouth,” I told him, not taking my eyes off the road.

Primrose moaned but didn’t move a muscle.

Jaxon shifted, and the sweet, musky scent of her cum hit me like a wave as he held his hand in front of my mouth.

Eyes on the road, I flicked my tongue out, licking up his middle finger.

The beast inside me roared his need for satisfaction as I grunted, abs contracting in attempts to keep myself from coming untouched like a goddamned pubescent kid.

She was perfection, just like Jaxon had claimed. Pure fucking heaven—I couldn’t begin to imagine what Jaxon would be like on my tongue.

“Fuck,” he murmured what seemed to be his favorite word as I sucked his finger into my mouth to swallow every trace of her essence off him.

I pulled back once finished, needing to adjust my aching shaft behind its soaked prison. Christ, I was a mess—and I hadn’t even climaxed.

More.

I wanted the same as the voice—but a hell of a lot more than a mere taste.