Page 35 of Driven By Dragonblood
“Fuck.” He thrust a few more times while I rode the high of my climax, his sexy groans, the growls deep in his chest, sending me barreling over again. “Goddamn.” His cock pulsed, coating my insides with his release, and he squeezed me tight in his arms, shuddering as he emptied deep in my guts.
“What the fuck is this?” he murmured against my neck while trying to catch his breath. “Seriously. This is not…normal.”
“Mmm.” Smiling so broadly it hurt, I ran my hands down over the muscles rippling his back, the smooth skin heated and damp with sweat. “Dragonblood.” I sighed the word, my smile fading a bit as confusion flickered through our tether.
“Dragonblood as in something more than human?”
“Yes.”
Jaxon planked over me on shaky arms, his focus on myface, tendrils of sweat-dampened dark hair sticking to his forehead. “You aren’t shitting me.”
I shook my head, even though he had to feel the truth—and hadn’t asked a question.
“Holy fuck.” He pulled out of my ass slowly, and I hissed my displeasure over the emptiness. “Gonna clean up—be right back,” Jaxon promised, easing my mood.
I lay unmoving, my body relaxed, sated, every inch of me tingling in the aftereffects of our fucking.
Loving.
My smile returned, even though my beta was absent from my side, and I didn’t argue with my inner dragon. What Jaxon and I had shared went far beyond the mere coming together of physical bodies and sexual release I’d read about. Our hearts and spirits had aligned more than I had expected outside of a real bond, one that required our alpha.
Pain arced through my chest, but Jaxon’s reappearance in his bathroom doorway halted the hurt. Ripples of muscles covered his body, lean and defined from shoulders to calves, causing my mouth to flood with drool and my fingertips to itch with the need to touch. He had a beautiful dick and knew how to move to bring me pleasure.
His blue-green eyes twinkled as he drew near, grinning. “You think I’m sexy as fuck.”
“Yes,” I breathed my answer, my gaze on his flaccid length while wanting it to swell again.
“Give me a few, and you’ll get your wish.” Still grinning, he used a wet towel to clean between my thighs, wiping all traces of our cum from my skin. “You’re not sore, are you?”
“Not a bit.”
“That’snot human either after the pounding I gave your little ass.”
I snickered, my face warming. “My backside is far from little.”
He flopped and sprawled on the bed beside me, eyes alight with mischief. “It’s fucking perfection,” he said, propping up on an elbow to lean over me, fingertips trailing over my breast to rub my nipple.
I touched his smooth cheeks, caressed the square jaw that helped create his symmetrical face.
He pinched my bud gently before wrapping his arm around me and pulling me tight against his chest. “So are you going to drool over me until I fuck you again, or are you going to tell me what you are—what I am, because I sure as fuck know this is something out of a sci-fi or fantasy book.”
I inhaled, filling my lungs, wondering where to begin, how to explain gently, tactfully, so he wouldn’t think I was crazy, but I couldn’t find the words.
“Blunt honesty will work best,” he assured me, aware of my indecision.
A shuddering sigh rippled through my body at the continued proof of our bond. “Our ancestors were dragons.”
He huffed a breath, but I sensed that his trust didn’t waver.
“Real life, scaled and fire-breathing creatures.” I continued with a bit of the history of beast and man interacting until they evolved into more than separate entities.
“Dragon shifters.” He barked a laugh a few moments later when I paused, his beautiful smile causing my pussy to pulse with need. “Holy shit.”
I smiled, staring at his expressive face that was sunshine on mine. “Born of ancient dragonblood.”
“Holy shit,” he murmured again, peering into my eyes. “And this strange vibe between us, this…lack of privacy in our minds?”
“Fated mates bond in such a way that we needn’t speak a word.”
