Page 7 of Driven by Dragonblood (Blood Born #3)

What the fuck ever, but the dude was hot. As. Fuck. Made me leak like a motherfucker. He also smelled so damn delicious I wanted to crawl to him and lick him from big toes to the tips of his ears, hopefully ingesting some of that delicious scent wafting off his skin along the way.

Want .

I huffed a laugh, but shouldn’t have been surprised my dick—more like I —was bisexual.

Fuck.

Yeah, no kidding. Let the shenanigans begin…

“Who the hell are you?” I asked, stepping over the threshold, ready to get this show on the road. The beast inside me moaned his agreement.

The man frowned, gaze sliding quickly over the hospital-issued scrubs as I stopped in my tracks and struggled not to squirm beneath his perusal. “I’m Doctor Patrick Macaire.” His low voice sent shivers over my skin, causing a riot of goose bumps to erupt.

The fucker inside me whimpered, belly-up.

I attempted to swallow a rush of saliva while tearing my gaze off the guy to glance around the office. “Where’s Doc Holliday?”

“He had a heart attack yesterday afternoon.”

“Shit.” I jerked my focus to the new guy, tension of a not-so-pleasant sort tightening my gut. “Is he okay?”

Doctor Macaire shook his head, lips pursed. “It happened quickly—there was no suffering.”

“Goddamnit.” I clenched my jaw, my emotions torn between grief for the one who hadn’t thought I was crazy and my raging hard-on begging me to crawl toward the stranger in front of me.

“Jaxon Denham?”

“Yeah,” I managed to say past the thickness in my throat, even though my name on the man’s lips made my inner beast beg for attention.

“Why don’t you have a seat?”

Instinct sent my body to the chair, and I slumped down enough that I could rest my head against the cushioned back. Throat aching, I tracked the new doc’s movement around the desk, my focus dropping to his tight ass.

His ass was worthy of my worship. A ripe peach, juicy enough to make any mouth water. I wanted a little nibble.

Should I cry over the loss of Doc Holliday or grab my cock and beg the new doctor to let me ease its ache?

What the actual fuck?

I clenched my eyes shut to keep from doing a goddamned thing, wondering what the hell was going on—and what that meant for my soon-to-be-had freedom tomorrow morning.

The new doc sat, the chair squeaking slightly beneath him. “I’ll be taking over for Doctor Holliday until the board hires someone to replace him full-time.”

My eyes opened on their own as though needing their fill of the sexy man since this would be our first and last session.

He immediately dropped his gaze to the desk, but the man seemed anything but weak. The energy around him stated commanding. In charge. Domineering and possessive.

A shiver slid along my spine.

“I’m outta here tomorrow,” I stated, letting him know shit had been set into motion that I refused to have someone stop, no matter how sexy they were or how much my body and inner beast yearned to stick close—preferably impaled on his dick.

My asshole clenched at the thought, my dick bucking against my waistband.

Jesus, I needed to get laid.

Doc Macaire’s lips didn’t move, but I swore a whisper—and not my own inner voice—groaned with displeasure over my leaving his presence.

Want.

Yeah, no shit, Sherlock, you already made that clear.

My balls throbbed even as my eyes stung, while I stared at Doctor Macaire as he rifled through the file left in front of him.

He jotted down a note or two on the inside cover, the silence oppressive.

I wasn’t about to mention the voice I heard, pushing me to beg the doctor to let me suck him off or fill my ass with his dick and cum.

I would never get out of Lockwood if I spoke those desires I’d never experienced before—and definitely didn’t hate.

His brow furrowed across the top rim of his sexy as hell glasses.

“Problem, Doc?” I asked.

He heaved a sigh, laid his pen down, and seemed to gather his thoughts, reining in the displeasure pinching his face before meeting my gaze.

Energy rippled between us, hot and more potent than any sexual attraction I’d ever felt. Talk about a moth to the fucking flame.

My dick was wet—big surprise—and the voice inside me went quiet as though holding its breath, on edge and ready to fall to its knees.

A part of me actually did want to stay longer, find out what it was about the new doctor that drew me in like a kid to a candy store with the most mouthwatering bins of caramels.

“You’re leaving tomorrow,” he stated what he must have found in my file, eyes closed off to whatever he was thinking or feeling. If the latter was even half of the arousal swirling in my blood, the man had to be rock-hard.

“Yeah,” I rasped, my need obvious as fuck.

He seemed the sort of man who could subdue and collar the damned beast—give me something to focus on other than the madness inside me.

I swallowed against a needy groan, my usual flirty smirk nowhere to be found.

Doctor Macaire settled back, hands still on his desk as though using it to stabilize his inner thoughts. “What will you do?”

“Doc Holliday helped me land a job. I start Monday.” I swallowed again, my balls and backside aching. The desire for violence like last night rushed through my system again, causing a crash of adrenaline and a yearning I’d never felt before. I wanted this man’s hands on me. Hurting me. Loving me.

Jesus, I wasn’t right in the head.

“He, uh, found me a small apartment, too,” I whispered, fingers digging into my thighs so I wouldn’t grab my junk .

“Who is paying for it?”

None of his damn business, but he’d read my file and knew my dad and mom made sure I got the best of care, the best of everything—except acceptance and love—up until I’d turned eighteen.

“I’ve got savings.”

“Do you have access to it?”

“I do now, and it’s all mine. Parents can’t touch it.” Thank fuck my asshole grandfather had made sure of that before he dropped dead of an aneurysm.

Doc Macaire nodded absently, while glancing away and shifting his own ass on the chair at the same time I did, as though he, too, sported a hard-on that was desperate for a man’s grip.

Yessss.

“What?” I asked, sure the word had been hissed out loud.

“Hmm?” He returned his piercing stare on me that made my asshole clench.

“Did you whisper something?”

The doctor’s brow furrowed again, but that didn’t lessen the intense need radiating between us.

“Never mind.” I attempted to toss out a crooked grin, the one that usually got me into a girl’s panties, but he didn’t so much as twitch.

“So yeah, I’m going to start my new life, the one my parents stole from me.

I was a kid with a big imagination, you know?

” My laughter sounded forced to my own ears.

“I had a hard time keeping my head out of the clouds and feet on the ground.”

“Literally.”

My grin faded as I struggled to hold the doctor’s shuttered gaze. “Yeah, but I was high. Being stupid.”

“And the time before that, two years ago?”

I shrugged, even though the itch to jump off every edge sometimes took me to the edge before my brain caught up with reality, and I stopped myself. “What kid doesn’t want to be Superman?”

The silence stifled, the click of Doc Holliday’s clock on the wall like a gong with every passing second, heightening my lust to jerk off, fuck, or leap from the goddamn ledge of the closest building.

“You’re going to be all right out there on your own? No parents? No roommates?”

I nodded. “Absolutely.”

A few more seconds of breath-holding anxiety, and he pulled a card from the top drawer. He scribbled something on it and held it out atop the desk. “I live a few blocks from here. If you ever need anything?—”

I leaned forward, my fingers grazing his as I took the card.

Fire raced up my arm, settling in the pit of my stomach, deliciously warm and intoxicating, causing my inner beast to whimper again. I bit down hard on my lower lip to keep the noise contained, as my balls tightened to the point of pain.

Doc Macaire’s scruff twitched as though he clenched his jaw, and I studied him for a brief moment, wondering if he’d experienced the same thing I had. He cleared his throat. “This is for you.” He slid an envelope across his desk, not bothering with handing it over like he’d done with the card.

Guess he hadn’t liked our skin touching nearly as much as I had.

I grabbed the envelope and clutched it tightly to my chest, expecting it contained the key to my apartment and copies of the legal paperwork that allowed me to leave tomorrow. Glancing at the clock, I saw our time was far from over, but it seemed the new doc didn’t have anything else to say.

I stood, soaking in Doc Macaire’s quick glance down over my scrubs and obvious bulge before he quickly glanced away. “So that’s it? ”

Lips pressed tight, he nodded.

“Guess this is goodbye,” I said.

Stay.

No fucking way.

The doc didn’t stand to see me out. Didn’t speak another word.

Every step that distanced me from his desk, out the door, and down the hallway stretched thin the strange energy I’d felt until I got to the cafeteria for breakfast, and it disappeared completely.

The beast mourned, and my balls ached.

Strangely, my heart doubly so.