Page 116 of Driven By Dragonblood
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,” Patrickmurmured, 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 fuckinghell,” 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.
Epilogue - Patrick
Icould 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.
