Page 13 of Driven By Dragonblood
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 beneathhim. “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 gatherhis 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 actuallydidwant 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 evenhalfof 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?”
