Page 53 of Driven by Dragonblood (Blood Born #3)

TWO MONTHS LATER

W e banked, flying low back the way we had come through the starlit night, our joy unspeakable, our dragon halves’ desire to roar in victory barely reined in.

The energy of our mates rippled behind us with the same excitement, and we glanced over our shoulder, dragon sight allowing us a glimpse of midnight blue and shimmering blue-green scales and wings flapping haphazardly in an attempt to keep up with us.

We shot upward with a gracefulness our mates lacked, the rushing wind stretching our grin wider.

Show-off. Jaxon’s humanity grumbled through our bond while Patrick’s focus, his drive to succeed, honed his thoughts on staying in flight and not nose-diving into the ground like he’d done a half hour earlier.

Laughing internally, we spiraled down to earth, a flap of wings pulling us up before we smashed into rock. Our claws rested on the ledge in the Grand Canyon’s northern wilderness, where we had been visiting the previous couple of weeks to practice our mates’ shifting into their true forms .

We tracked my mates through the air as they banked and headed our way.

Gentle , we warned through our bond.

Jaxon’s beast landed—on his feet, pride and cockiness flickering through us, causing our own chest to swell.

Well done, beta.

He preened.

Patrick followed in a scatter of stones, his backside hitting the ground.

Jaxon’s and my humanity shared a snicker, but our amusement turned to purring as both of my mates’ dragons blanketed me, their long tongues lashing at my face.

Need to release the adrenaline from their first flight flooded through our bond, and we obeyed our alpha without a word having to be spoken.

I shifted to human form, my hands on their scaled flanks. “Focus—allow your instincts to gift you what you desire.”

Jaxon did as told, his beast’s stubbornness over finally having been given freedom to fly, causing muscle and bone to shrink slowly.

And rather than listen to his female, Patrick’s dragon snaked his long, forked tongue between my thighs.

Wet.

“Mmm,” I agreed, widening my stance.

He licked my slit from ass to clit before dipping into my core with his long tongue, probing deep against my womb.

My knees went weak. “Need you, Patrick—please shift,” I whispered, grabbing hold of his scaled jowls.

Jaxon pressed against my back, his arms wrapping around my waist as a shuddered sigh rippled through him. “The things I do for you, woman.”

I chuckled, experiencing his disappointment at having to return to the earth and tuck those glorious wings beneath his skin .

Our alpha’s desire sent us both to the ground, Jaxon beneath me, my back tight against his chest. His hard cock lined my ass crack, and I scooted higher, needing him inside me.

Patrick struggled to take on his human form, his aggravation and desire to mate making it that much more difficult.

Relax , I told him. Focus on regaining your arms and legs, not my emptiness or Jaxon’s seed.

A huff of hot dragon breath, sweet as sugar yet full of brimstone and smoke, wafted over us both—and Jaxon slid me onto his shaft.

I arched against him, gasping at the sudden fullness. “Patrick,” I groaned, reaching for him.

His curses slid through my mind, but he appeared in human form a heartbeat later, longer hair mussed as though blown in the wind, eyes dark in the night but glowing with an inner blue light.

He crawled atop me on hands and knees, claiming my mouth, tongue sliding between my lips to curl with mine.

Jaxon moved in and out of me with slow, gyrating thrusts, causing my body to heat.

Breed , Patrick ordered through the bond as he had been doing on a daily basis—sometimes twice a day.

As the alpha, he was driven to fulfill our destiny, and even though I had claimed I wanted to live for a while before being tied down with offspring, the deepest parts of me longed for the same as my mates.

With every passing day, both his and Jaxon’s dragons had grown stronger from our bonding, from the sustenance they gave each other. Our connection of shared hearts and minds solidified our unity, and while Patrick sometimes needed space, he never stayed away for very long.

Our need for one another was too great.

“Let us give you a child, my sweet love,” Patrick murmured, lifting from my mouth, his cock sliding up over my clit with every thrust from Jaxon beneath us.

Our beta shuddered, grasped my hips, and held still inside me as he drew too near to flooding me with his release.

“Prim—sweetheart,” he murmured against my ear, his breath warm. A vision of my belly swollen with their offspring flitted through the bond, and my eyes stung as their shared desire welled.

“You can say no,” Patrick said, his eyes burning bright while staring into mine.

Jaxon silently agreed.

But it was time—I could feel it deep in my bones. This is what we had been meant for, the reason for my existence.

Yessss.

All six parts of us hissed in agreement, but I nodded my consent for my mates to take me as one.

Patrick groaned and grabbed the base of his shaft, sliding it along Jaxon’s as he pulled out, coating them both in the slickness necessary to ease their attempts to breed me. He ensnared my gaze, his lips parted, emotion pouring through our bond as Jaxon sank into my core.

None of us had yet declared the word with one another, but evidence of our love was portrayed in how we touched, edified, and nurtured each other.

Still, deep need required I gift my mates my vow spoken out loud.

“I love you, Patrick, my alpha,” I stated, cupping his whiskered cheek in my palm. “And you, Jaxon, my perfect, sexy beta.” I laced my fingers through his atop my thigh.

Emotion radiated among us, but both men’s throats had closed off, keeping them from vocalizing the sentiment echoing through my head.

Holding my gaze with tear-glazed eyes, Patrick pressed against the back of Jaxon’s length and pushed forward .

“Oh!” I gasped, the initial sting, the burn of being stretched by two cocks in my pussy, caught my breath.

“Breathe, baby,” Jaxon whispered against my ear, his voice strained, free hand sliding over my taut stomach. “Relax and let him in.”

I exhaled, forcing my muscles to do as he’d said.

The discomfort shimmered away like a shadow upon the sun’s rising.

“More.” I whimpered, and I relaxed completely, entrusted in Jaxon’s hold and opening to our alpha.

Planked over us, Patrick worked his way into my body, inch by inch, sharing space with our young lover.

“Fucking hell, old man—be careful but hurry the fuck up,” Jaxon groaned between clenched teeth, determined to withhold from climaxing too soon.

A shared exhale emptied our lungs as Patrick bottomed out against my womb alongside our beta’s throbbing shaft.

“Oh, holy fucking hell ,” Jaxon croaked, and our alpha’s eyes blazed, fire burning deep inside him.

Heat rushed through us, singeing and glorious.

“Love me,” I whispered, drawing Patrick’s head down so I could own his mouth and swallow his cries when they filled me with their life-giving seed.