Page 117 of Driven By Dragonblood
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 intomy 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 shoulderblade,” 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 theycouldn’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.
