Page 26 of Driven By Dragonblood
The stark words in my head returned my humanity’s better sense.
“Please,” the woman begged. “I am yours.”
I hesitated in the instinctive drive to devour her whole, breath stuttering against the damp shirt my face pressed against. The fuckinginsanevoice in my head, which I had hoped silenced forever, had taken over my body to the point I was desperate to tear through the young woman’s leggings and fill her with one goddamned thrust.
A doctor in his office, ready to fuck a patient without even knowing her goddamn name?—
Unacceptable.
A complete abuse of authority.
Shudders ripped through me, causing my spine to stiffen and hairs to rise on my nape.
“I am in control,” I stated, focusing on slamming the walls back into place in my head and chest. The darkness inside me shrieked as I envisioned confining its presence in my consciousness, and I tore my hold from the woman, placing her on her feet. My hands clenched at my sides to keep from grabbing her again as I forced my steps backward, giving mesome space even though every cell in my body vibrated, begging me to close the distance between us.
Regardless of the desperate need inside me, I stared temptation in the face, stoic professionalism barely standing between us.
She blinked pupil-blown eyes slowly into awareness, as though she, too, had been overwhelmed by animalistic desire. The sight of her swollen lips caused my dick to throb, pulses of pre-cum soaking my slacks. I clenched my teeth, once more cursing myself for going commando, my pounding heart matching the pulse thrumming in her neck.
I’d never felt such potent lust, a deep-seated yearning to strip a person bare and sate both of our cravings.
“Why did you stop?” she whispered, pain inflicting her words and furrowing her brow.
She was beyond beautiful, an alluring angel, a sure siren to destroy my mind—my heart.
“Who are you?” The words tore from my mouth with a raggedness I didn’t recognize. “Whatare you?” The second question tumbled past my lips without thought.
“I’m yours.” Tears filled her eyes. “And you’re mine.” Her voice caught on a sob. “My alpha…dragonblood.”
An echoed hiss escaped past its prison, and I shook my head, retreating another step. “No.”
“Please.” Another sob, and she lifted her hand toward me, palm up. “Please.”
I doused the heat in my chest with a reality check of who and whatIwas—and where I stood, dick dripping for a female patient, for fuck’s sake.
A muscle ticked in my jaw. “No,” I stated harshly through gritted teeth.
Her shoulders slumped, tears coursing down her cheeks, but I held steady even as the darker parts of me ached to hold her and soothe her suffering by taking what she offered.
She spun, yanked the door open, and sprinted from sight.
A muted roar erupted in my chest, buckling my knees, and I lunged for the open door, holding onto its edge to keep from falling. My gaze jerked side to side, up and down the hallway.
She’d disappeared.
Chapter 11
Primrose
Imade it to the stairwell before collapsing in a heap, lower lip between my teeth to contain the sobs clawing at my chest. The coppery tang of blood slid across my tongue, but I didn’t recognize that I’d injured myself. Eyes clenched, I fought to keep the pain inside me from causing my dragon to take over—help us escape the pain by burning down the hospital around us.
Even grief over losing Grandmother hadn’t hurt us to the extent of our alpha’s rejection.
He had pushed me away, and even though I could still feel the tether of energy connecting us, the darkness inside him lay quieter than it should. The human blood in him pumped with vigor, as strong as his will to hold his inner dragon contained. He feared—hated—that part of him he didn’t understand.
Refusing to acknowledge what he was wouldn’t ever make it go away.
The metal door behind me squeaked open, a rush of brimstone and musk trickling over me. The man’s self-control was stronger than in anyone I’d ever met—and Grandpapa was the epitome of stubborn.
