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“Perhaps there is more to this world than is seen,” she continued, staring into my eyes as though trying to root out the darkness inside me. “If they are real, it is for the beasts’ safety that the dragonblood hide from humanity.”
Or maybe their human halves fought for dominance out of their own fears of being seen as mentally unstable.
Unacceptable and unlovable to most.
My feet itched to move, my accelerated heartbeat needing to exercise the rush pumping through my blood as my greatest concerns flooded my brain. “I can’t thank you both enough for meeting with me and sharing your family’s history and stories.”
Dave shook my offered hand. “I hope you find the answers you seek, Doctor Macaire.”
I felt sure Ihadfound them—and the possibility they went against all I had studied scared the shit out of me.
Chapter 17
Primrose
Istared as Jaxon licked caramel sauce off a plastic spoon, every flick and stroke of his tongue lapping at the sweetness, reminding me of where his mouth had been an hour earlier, before we finally crawled from his bed.
A warm breeze scented by nearby flowering fauna drifted over us and the picnic table we sat at, but all I could think about was the heat growing between my thighs.
“Prim.”
I jerked my focus upward to find his eyes shining with mirth—and lust.
“Eat your ice cream,” he murmured, the twinkle in his eyes weakening my knees. It was a good thing I sat.
Focusing on the cold treat I’d never enjoyed before proved difficult. Even though the rich chocolate flavor pleased my taste buds, I couldn’t keep from thinking about my beta, his touch, and the slickness of his tongue stroking along mine.
The small mound of ice cream atop my cone melted and dripped down my fingers, but I couldn’t be bothered to lick the coolness from my skin.
“You have mapped out every inch of my body and claimed me countless times over the previous two days, and I have yet to taste you,” I stated without tact since no one sat nearby.
He groaned and shifted on the wooden bench beneath him. “You can’t talk about shit like that when we’re in public, Prim. Jesus.” He pressed against his groin discreetly beneath the table, and heat settled between my thighs as his desire reached through the tether between us.
“I will think of that and having your cock inside me again with an insatiable lust until we are finally bonded,” I stated, ensnared by his bowed upper lip and the smear of caramel sauce he cleaned off with a flick of his tongue.
“We can’t bond without Patrick.”
My throat tightened, and I closed my eyes at his reminder, my chest caving in. Since taking to the sky with my beta, I’d been focused on the high of what Ihadfound—rather than what was still missing. Jaxon’s easy acceptance of the truth and his constant giving of himself to me couldn’t fill the empty part of my soul that required an alpha’s presence.
“I know your body desires him as much as mine, Jaxon, but he doesn’t want me,” I whispered, memory of Patrick denying the gift of my body and heart hurting almost as much as it had in the moment it happened. “He isn’t interested in the consuming needs of his dragon. He is a doctor and won’t be swayed into giving up control to what he believes is insanity.”
“Hewill.”
“Our shared kiss, the feel of my body in his arms—it wasn’t enough.” Tears clogged my throat, and I fought to keep the wetness welling in my eyes from coursing down my cheeks.
Jaxon reached over and grasped my free hand tightly in his own.
“He’s a doctor trained to help people with mental issues, to ‘right’ those who hear voices in their heads,” I continued. “He offered his services to me, but only in the way he thinks will ease my supposed madness.”
“We’ll knock him out, tie him up.” Jaxon trusted his human side’s abilities, leaning forward, his voice lowered and gaze piercing with its hint of mischief. “We’ll show him what he’s missing out on by denying what he is.”
His insistence we use lust to prove a point didn’t surprise me in the least, considering how much I’d gotten to know my beta in the last two days and how free he was with verbalizing his thoughts, especially when it came to mating.
“I won’t force a bonding he has no wish for,” I stated just as firmly as Jaxon had his suggestion.
He sat back, a slight furrow marring his brow. He glanced around the park, and I wondered at the slyness of his brain as his forehead smoothed out, the sparkle of ill intent once more filling his eyes as he turned his focus on me.
His desire flooded through me, causing my core to burn with need.
