Page 54 of Driven by Dragonblood (Blood Born #3)
I could feel the pebbles biting into Jaxon’s spine and the overwhelming fullness Prim experienced having us both inside her tight sheath, nudging in and out in a gentle, synchronized rhythm.
Jaxon’s resoluteness to keep from blowing his load matched my own, his teeth gritted and sweat beading his brow from holding back until my command.
Our female attempted to writhe between our arms, which were bands of steel, clutching her in place to gift her what I’d been dreaming about every night since bonding.
I wanted her swollen with our child, glowing and filled with evidence of our love and commitment that radiated through our bond every moment of the day while in close proximity—my favorite place to be.
“Yes.” She moaned, her sweet breath ghosting over my mouth as our foreheads rested together.
“So good, Prim.” Jaxon groaned, his lips against her ear. “Perfect in every way. So soft and warm.” Hissing, he pressed in deep, his stomach muscles clenching, fingers digging into my hips as silent pleadings for me to give him permission to come flooded my head.
Primrose would receive her pleasure first—every single time.
She moaned between us, sweat slickening our skin as we pleasured each other, her hands grasping at my shoulders. “Patrick,” she begged, her need rousing a growl inside my chest.
Instinct drove me forward, and I slammed into Primrose, pulling a grunt from both of my mates.
Jaxon responded in kind, giving our female exactly what her inner desire called out for.
“Harder,” she vocalized her need, breath loud in my ear as I hugged her tight, giving her everything I had, encouraging Jaxon through our bond to do the same.
“Come for me, my sweet love,” I said on a grunt while burying against the softened opening of her womb.
She shrieked, her core clamping around our shafts.
“Fuck!” Jaxon’s cock throbbed against mine, shots of cum spurting deep inside our female in perfectly synced euphoria.
Her inner walls contracted around our pulsing shafts, her body milking us, sucking every drop from our balls into her womb. I could sense the flood, the mixing of seed, rushing toward where fate dictated.
Heaving for breath, I held myself on my elbows, not wishing to crush either of my precious mates I had been gifted and sometimes didn’t believe I deserved. They had set their sights on me, had been driven to make me see the truth.
And I’d never been more grateful for anything in my life.
A well of emotion flooded through our bond, reassurance of acceptance, unconditional love, and thankfulness.
But.
Jaxon groaned, his hold on my hips loosening, without a doubt leaving bruises behind. “Fucking rock in my shoulder blade,” he grumbled, and I rolled to my side, taking my mates with me.
We remained buried together inside Primrose, all three of us silent beneath the stars—our ancestors and others watching over us as our hearts slowed to beat as one.
For the first time in weeks, I was at rest. Tension no longer rode my shoulders or burdened my mind. The three of us had walked through fire, coming through turmoil, refined and stronger as individuals and a throuple.
Jessie had spewed shit about us upon her release from the holding cell she’d been in, and while I’d had to get a court order to keep her away from us, her defamation hadn’t caused any serious damage to my reputation like I had feared.
Officer Ayling had referred the Chief of Police to my office when he mentioned wanting to talk to a therapist. The following week, the chief’s sister had booked her first session at my office on Main Street, where Jaxon now worked as my assistant—he hated the word secretary.
“Still do,” he muttered, and I chuckled, rubbing my fingertips down his spine.
A shiver slid through him, and both of my mates sighed in unison.
“The mayor’s wife enjoyed chatting with you, but I hate the vibes you got from her,” Primrose muttered what she’d already informed me of. Twice.
I kissed my female’s lips. “And men don’t drink in their fill of your beauty whenever you walk down the street?”
She huffed. “You’re mine.”
“Indeed, I am,” I reassured her with words even though she didn’t need to hear them from my lips.
Considering we couldn’t hide our thoughts, I had needed to have a serious sit-down conversation with my mates, discussing the confidentiality of my patients and how they couldn’t share whatever they heard in my head.
Jaxon especially, since his office lay beyond my door, our proximity allowing him full access to my brain’s workings.
I trusted they would protect those who came to me for help as determinedly as they would me.
I’d given my two weeks’ notice at Lockwood and left with an excellent referral should I need one in the future—exactly as Emelia had claimed.
Primrose visited with her sister a few times a week, and even though we offered help getting her released, she rested in believing she was exactly where she needed to be for now.
Jaxon let out a sigh and snuck his arm between Primrose and me, laying his hand on her lower abdomen. “Do you think it worked?” he asked, reining all of our thoughts back to the present.
I closed my eyes, searching through the three of us, wondering. Hoping, while caressing Prim’s cheek with my thumb.
“Yes,” Primrose whispered, grasping my hand on her face and sliding it down atop Jaxon’s.
Three hands—four heartbeats.
“Shit…” Jaxon laughed as I grinned. “Already?” he asked, pulling out of Primrose and leaving me feeling bereft. He rolled her between us, causing my spent cock to slip from her body and releasing a rush of cum to drip from her core. His gaze plastered to her belly and our clasped hands atop.
An ancient word whispered through my sweet love’s mind, and she sighed. “Stars help us.”
“Why?” I asked, still smiling and not understanding.
She slid my hand beneath hers to rest directly against her skin.
Five heartbeats.
“Shit.” I jerked my head up. “Twins?”
Her laughter echoed her joy inside, but underlying fear and anxiety rose. “They can hear us, you know, so no cursing.”
I grumbled another curse.
“You wanted this, so pull up your big boy panties,” she said, biting back a laugh.
“I don’t wear panties—or briefs,” I reminded her, my brow furrowing. Hell, when we were at home, none of us wore a stitch of clothing.
“Well, if I’m this fertile—” she giggled enough that lightness filled my chest, “you might want to start—and never remove them.”
“Nope.” I crawled over her on hands and knees—fuck the goddamn pebbles—to reach Jaxon. “I’ll just fuck our beta.”
“Mmm.” Primrose slid her hand between her legs and ran her fingers through fresh arousal trickling from her pussy. “If that thought wasn’t so hot and didn’t burn Jaxon up, I’d complain.”
I claimed Jaxon’s mouth, our dicks swelling between us as Primrose moaned her approval over how our tongues dueled for dominance.
“Love you both so much,” she murmured on a sigh, her heart overflowing.
As one, Jaxon and I turned our attack on our female, her squeals and giggles lighting up every corner of my soul—and Jaxon’s—as we pressed in close against her.
“Let’s show her how much we love her, beta,” I said, pausing in my devouring of her breasts, her furled nipples that tasted of strawberries. “You opened our hearts, Primrose.”
Yes , Jaxon agreed through our bond as he licked the saltiness of drying sweat off the back of her neck.
“You’ve given us everything,” I stated, peering into her golden-brown eyes a man could drown in .
“Yes.” She huffed a laugh, caressing her belly. “Twice over.”
“So much more than twins, Prim.” Jaxon roamed his hand between me and Primrose again, rubbing over her belly. “Unconditional love and acceptance and a family of our own.”
Primrose’s fear over the future rose once more as the twins’ hearts beat stronger in time with ours, but she turned full-on to face our beta, gifting me the privilege of pressing my groin against her plump backside.
“It was you who brought us together, Jax,” she murmured, cupping his cheek.
“Without your strength and encouragement, I would have given up on us.”
“You’re a good man, Jaxon,” I said in agreement of her feelings while catching his gaze over her shoulder.
“Nah.” He grinned. “I’m just a horny bastard who believed in fate enough to accept you both, flaws and all.”
“I hope like hell neither of these two takes after their beta father,” I said with a grimace, the heartbeats strengthening against my palm.
Jaxon chuckled while Primrose groaned. “We’re in trouble,” she mumbled.
“We’ll be fine.” I snuggled against her back, uncaring of the rock digging into my hip. “We’ll handle it.”
“Together,” Jaxon said, sandwiching her tightly between us.
Together. Always, I told them through our bond, and their echoed love and commitment filled my heart, my mind, and I knew I had found what I’d been driven to accomplish my entire life.
THE END