Page 48 of Driven by Dragonblood (Blood Born #3)

Jaxon

I t took fifteen minutes for me to throw my and Prim’s stuff into a couple of trash bags. Darkness coated the land when we left my apartment, and Prim once more sat on my lap rather than the back seat as Patrick drove us an hour northward—home to his place.

“Shit,” I muttered as reality slid through my mind. “Taking the bus to work every morning is going to suck ass—and not in the good way.”

Arousal flickered to life in Patrick’s groin, making my own dick twitch.

“Wanna eat my ass, alpha?”

A muscle ticked in his jaw, and I grinned when our dragons hummed their approval in unison.

“Quit and find something closer to home.”

The issue of my GED and the possibility of college flickered through my head, and Patrick glanced over at me. “Yes. Finish your education. I will provide for you both until you decide what you want to do with your future.”

“We don’t need financial help,” Primrose told him what she and I had already discussed .

The truth slid through Patrick’s mind, and he nodded, shoulders relaxing slightly.

Finances worried him—as did the fact his new practice wasn’t exactly flourishing.

But our man was driven to succeed.

“And you will,” I stated firmly, which caused a swell of gratitude through our bond.

A sliver of worry still lay in the back of Prim’s thoughts, even though she tried to contain her emotions.

I had no fucking clue how to change her mind or even soothe the unrest deep inside her.

At least her inner beast lay quiet. Content and unbothered now that we were bonded.

It was her humanity that responded to our alpha.

Both’s wounds dictated their thought patterns.

And I was no psychologist.

Simply a horny-as-fuck boy ?—

I side-eyed Patrick, catching the tick in his jaw.

My inner beast snickered and moved around inside me like smoke above roused embers.

Yeah, Patrick wasn’t super thrilled about the age difference, but at least that wouldn’t get us into any trouble like the other concern he’d brought up. He shoved hard against memories of his past and whoever he’d put up on a pedestal.

This shit train of thought with both of them had to stop.

So, I did what I do best.

Punishment awaited me, and I let that darkness inside me play out possible scenarios in my head, loving that both of my mates would see what I did in my mind’s eye.

My dick swelled against Prim’s ass, and she wiggled against me with a sigh as I buried my face in her soft neck, drawing her sweet scent deep into my lungs.

My alpha would gift me pain, and this lush, delicious woman filling my arms would distract me with pleasure .

Patrick muttered something about me being a brat, even while his groin responded, flooding with blood.

His beast’s demands that we fulfill our lust were as loud as my own, whimpering for the same.

My asshole clenched—without a trace of soreness or an ache from the pounding my alpha had given me for landing the first punch to our fight that had led to the best hate fuck of all time.

I grinned, but my smile dissolved as we turned onto Patrick’s street, and Primrose’s gaze fell on the house.

The memories from earlier in the day rushed through her head, bringing the jealousy and hurt along with them.

I saw the woman in Patrick’s bed in a flash, same as she did. Heard the words she’d spoken.

“She’s gone,” Patrick snipped and hit the button to put up the garage door a little too hard. “Nothing but a memory.”

The garage door rattled shut behind us as he turned off the engine.

We climbed out without another word, and I grabbed our bags from the back seat and followed on my mates’ heels into the kitchen.

The sour scent of booze and perfume lingered.

Prim’s jealousy spiked again, rousing my anger.

“Don’t tell us to calm the fuck down,” I grumbled before Patrick could speak, dropping our bags on the floor. “How would you feel if another woman’s scent lingered on my skin? Traces of another alpha’s cum clung to Prim?”

Patrick’s dragon growled, rumbling his chest.

“Exactly.” I lifted my chin, staring him down, pleased my push toward violence had worked. Maybe coercing his beast to the surface would help Patrick grow more accustomed to and comfortable with his other half.

“Manipulative little shit.”

I shot him a toothy grin. “It’s what I do best. ”

Patrick’s annoyance rose along with his desire to put me in my place—with force. Pain. Breath-stealing pleasure.

Prim whimpered, the scent of her arousal in the air thickening as quickly as my dick.

The muscle ticked in Patrick’s jaw. “Upstairs,” he bit out, expecting us both to scurry in our lust for him.

Obey.

Hurry.

I ambled toward the hallway regardless of my hunger for my alpha and my inner dragon pushing me to get my ass in gear.

I yanked my shirt off overhead, dropping it where Patrick would have to step over the mess I made in his house. One kicked-off sneaker lay halfway up the stairs, the other at the landing where I paused.

The sour scent of Patrick’s ex intensified here on the second floor, and I scowled, my chest rumbling.

Prim’s emotions rolled as she moved up beside me, sliding her hand into mine.

Patrick cursed, stepping around us to rip open the linen closet door. He strode into his room, and we stayed put, allowing him to change the sheets—toss the ones she’d slept on along with the comforter literally out the window. He lit candles to rid the air of her scent.

Prim and I entered our bedroom, one that wouldn’t be shared with anyone else. Ever.

Prim hurried to rid herself of clothing, exactly as Patrick wanted, his eyes soaking in every inch of flesh she uncovered to his hungry gaze.

I stayed in place and smirked, waiting for him to glare at me for ignoring his unspoken request.

Prim finished, her breathing and heartbeat heightened.

Our alpha turned his focus on me.

I held Patrick’s flinty stare, flicking the button on my jeans, slowly sliding down the zipper. Took my good old time pushing my jeans to the floor. My dick reached toward him, the slit wet, and I grabbed my base, roughly stroking upward to entice pre-cum to well and drip onto his floor.

He growled, a mix of annoyance and need slithering through the bond.

My backside clenched, and instinct sent me to the foot of the bed faster than Prim, our legs spread and asses in the air. We faced each other, cheeks pressed to the mattress, her pupils huge, the tanginess of her cream-smeared thighs making my mouth water.

I would stab a fucker for even thinking about laying a heavy hand on my female, but she wanted this too.

Longed to feel the evidence of our alpha’s fierce need for darkness.

The only difference was, hers was from true desire, not attempts to entice instincts to the surface that would hopefully overshadow and defeat Patrick’s human side.

“Such a good girl,” Patrick crooned, but withheld from speaking his thoughts about me and my antics.

Perfect.

Yeah, his dragon half loved me. I preened the slightest bit, wiggling my ass and humping the bed.

Patrick swatted my ass, his palm lingering to squeeze my cheek, intensifying the sting. “None of that,” he said, leaning over me, his breath hot on my neck as he jerked his belt loose. “Every inch of you belongs to me. Your climax is mine to command.”

“I’ll come whenever the fuck I damn well please,” I shot back, grinding my dick into the bed, grinning as my declaration caused the darkness to well inside him.

Yessss.

“Goddamn you.” Patrick ripped his belt from his slacks, the energy rippling among us vibrating with lust and violence .

Fucking. Bring it.

He let loose, the whoosh sounding a split second before a thousand bees stung my ass. “Fuck!” I jolted, and he gave our sweet Prim what she desired, the impact and pain over her backside searing through our bond.

I growled between clenched teeth, taking pleasure only in the fact our alpha experienced the same ache we did.

The next swat landed even harder, and I cursed Patrick to the fucking stars. His blow on our female’s ass didn’t hold the same impact.

“You know she feels what you give me,” I reminded through gritted teeth, my balls throbbing regardless of the lack of distraction from pain I had needed last time a power play between us had occurred.

Want more.

Yeah, no shit, Sherlock.

Patrick ignored me and the tears on Prim’s cheeks, taking out his anger on his mates who willingly submitted to help bring him to his senses and find peace with his beastly half.

He didn’t deserve us, or so he thought, but we would do everything within our power to help make him—and us—whole.

Lashes landed, lesser in impact as Patrick found satisfaction in the marks on our skin. Arousal climbed higher among us, our needs feeding off each other. Dragons prowled inside, Prim’s closer to the surface, her eyes glowing amber and gold, no longer wet with tears.

I lost myself in her stare, drowning in her desire to be filled by both of us. Her womb would welcome our seed—we would create life as we’d been destined to do.

A low groan rumbled from Patrick, his belt clattering to the hardwood floor. He grabbed hold of our backsides, a palm for each of his mates, fingers digging into heated flesh, intensifying the sting from his lashes .

“Jesus fucking Christ—so good for me.” He kneaded our backsides, the scent of his pre-cum making both of us hunger for a taste.

“Such a good little boy and girl.” He smacked us both, humming as his dick bucked inside his slacks. “I don’t know which one of you I want to sink my cock into first.”

A sour scent wafted through our room?—

“You sick fuck !”

Prim and I both jerked upright, a slew of emotions rushing through the bond. The sting in our backsides connecting with the bed dissolved as adrenaline crashed over us like a wave.

All three inner dragons growled and hissed, but it was Patrick who seemed to grow three feet taller, darkness surrounded him as he spun, hands fisted at his sides. “Jessie,” he bit out her name like a curse.

She stood in the open doorway, bloodshot eyes taking in our nudity, a scowl uglying her mouth.

Patrick stepped in front of us to shield his mates from her stare, his muscles quivering. I swore scales covered his back for the span of a heartbeat, midnight blue, shimmery like a rainbow.

Prim whimpered, and I clutched her waist, pulling her tight against me.

“How the fuck did you get in here?” Patrick demanded.

“You should be more worried about the fact you’re fucking children!” Jessie shrieked, her words slurred.

Patrick vibrated, the clench in his gut causing mine to knot. Tendons stood out in his neck, his pulse throbbing, making mine and Prim’s do the same.

I hugged her tighter as images of what could be crashed through our minds.

“You’re one sick fuck, Pat,” Jessie spat, the scent of booze reaching my nose .

“Out!” he roared with an inhuman voice.

The sound of stumbling footfalls sounded—and Patrick stalked after her, his stomps louder down the stairs in pursuit of his drunk ex.

“Jax…”

I slid Prim onto my lap, wishing I could rid her of the tumbling emotions and thoughts causing her flight instincts to kick in. “I’ve got you, sweetheart. Stay with me. We’ll get this figured out. Everything is going to be fine—we’re fated. Nothing can keep us apart.”

At least, I hoped for that truth to reign over our destiny.

Patrick hollered for Jessie to get out again, his voice easily reaching through the floor separating us.

“Sick fucking pedophile !” Jessie screamed, and a stinging slap sounded.

The anger radiating through the bond spiked, our alpha’s growl vibrating through both Prim’s and my chest.

Patrick hissed, his humanity slipping toward the edge of losing control to instinct. “Leave before I rip your flesh to shreds.”

“Fuck you, Pat!”

Another slap sounded.

Prim’s silent urge to not uncover the truth of our species snagged Patrick’s focus enough he held control over the claws attempting to elongate from his fingertips.

He growled again before sudden, tense silence caused our ears to ring.

All three dragons hovered like stalking prey, deadly quiet.

I could feel Patrick’s spine straighten as though it were my own.

“The fuck are you doing?” he asked, alarm skittering over all three of us.

“Fucking pedophile—calling the cops!” Jessie barked, her tone half-hysterical. “What else would I be doing? ”

Fear speared through Patrick’s mind, piercing through the bond and stealing our breath. His cold sweat broke out on my forehead.

I clutched Prim tighter, mouth dry, heart in my throat.

The front door yanked open—a quick scuffle sounded—and the door slammed shut.

“Get dressed and get your asses down here!” Patrick hollered up the stairs even as Prim and I reached for our clothing.

“What’s going to happen?” Prim asked me, her voice small, heart like a hummingbird’s wings inside her chest.

“Don’t fucking know.” I yanked my jeans up and grabbed her hand. “Let’s go.”