Page 100 of Driven By Dragonblood
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-fuckboy?—
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.
