Page 106 of Driven By Dragonblood
“Public intoxication, disturbing the peace…seems enough to give you three a quiet rest of the evening.”
“I appreciate it.” I opened the door, taking note of my ex in the back of the cruiser, the other cop striding toward us. He paused on the walkway, his gaze meeting Officer Ayling’s as he stepped out onto my front porch.
“All set?” the elder asked.
Office Ayling nodded and stuck out his hand to me as his partner returned to the cruiser. Our shake was firm. Bold, but not threatening on either side.
“Enjoy the rest of your night,” he encouraged me, eyes twinkling with a knowing look.
“I plan on it.”
Chuckling, he strode down the stairs, unaware of the flare of lust through my groin over the hours to come and how my mates responded in kind.
I noted my neighbor on her porch and, teeth gritted, offered a forced, polite smile and small wave.
Nothing to see here.
The cops drove off, and I shut my front door, headed straight for the stairs.
Primrose and Jaxon scrambled to hurry after me.
Chapter 45
Jaxon
Even though violence still heated Patrick’s blood, he no longer wished to inflict pain. With acceptance of our bond solidified in his mind, our alpha wanted to taste us, drink in our essence from the source. Imprint our scent and flavor in his senses.
Both Prim and I whimpered as we stepped into our bedroom.
“On the bed, my sweet love.”
An ache slid through Prim’s chest at the pet name, and she obeyed, laying herself out, thighs spread for her alpha.
I sat beside her, reaching for my straining dick.
“That’s mine,” Patrick stated, his tone firm, and I lusted to have his mouth on me more than I wanted punishment for disobeying.
I fisted my hands at my sides.
“Good boy,” he murmured.
I expected him to go for Prim—she wouldalwayscome first, but he paused, gaze settling on my straining dick.
A slow smile curled his lips, one that promised agony?—
“Oh fuck.” I croaked, lying back and pulling my knees to my chest.
Prim settled in for the show, the scent of her arousal flooding my nose.
Strong hands grasped my ass cheeks and harshly pulled them farther apart as though attempting to rip my pucker in two.
Patrick was going to eat my ass?—
“Fuck!” I jolted in his firm hold as his nose slid through my crack, lewd sniffing noises making my dick buck and filling my senses with my own musk. “Oh, God—Jesus, fucking hell.”
He licked from my hole to my taint, midnight eyes glowing with fire as our gazes met.
Delicious.
