Page 43 of Driven By Dragonblood
I hopped up and stormed off, fists clenched, my chest aching so goddamn badly I couldn’t think straight as my dragon whimpered and raged over what I had attempted to do. She’d fucking ripped me apart by taking off, though, broken me in a way no person had done before, parents included.
Pain hazed my sight, my mind, and I found myselfstumbling along aimlessly. A rumble of thunder sounded, and I lifted my head, hoping for a glimpse of golden scales. A droplet of rain landed on my cheek, and I closed my eyes as another splattered on my forehead.
Did she weep overhead, her tears falling from the sky to wash away my grief?
As though those heavens opened, rain poured down with a rare vengeance for this area, soaking me before I walked another block. I stumbled up the stairs to my apartment, palm pressed against my chest to keep from sobbing.
I didn’t cry. Wouldn’t fucking do it. My parents hadn’t made me lose my shit in over eight years, and I wasn’t about to let a mere woman I hardly knew claim a single tear. Even if she was my destiny, my fated mate, one of the two whom I belonged to.
The second the door clicked shut behind me, I sank to my knees, head in my hands, while rocking myself. The sweet scent of her lingered in the air, teasing my nose and body. My dick swelled with need, even though pain continued to lance through my chest. as though a piece of my heart had been cut away with a dull knife.
She’d ripped herself away from me, obliterating that strange energy linking us and leaving me more alone than I’d ever felt before.
“All your fault, you fucking asshole,” I muttered, focusing on anger to keep me centered—to keep from crying. “Can’t stop thinking abouthim, just had to bring him up and be all manipulative as usual. Fuck.”
I sat on my haunches, head tipped back and eyes closed, trying to breathe through the pain.
Go to him.
I huffed a snort. “Yeah, right.”
Go to our alpha.
I stopped fighting every goddamn emotion rolling in myhead and sat, listening to the voice inside me beg for what we wanted. Prim had jetted in her drive to escape the pain, causing agony to twist my stomach. And Patrick was to blame. Fucking stoic asshole was educated and probably stuck on science, refusing to believe the supernatural truth Prim had shared with him.
Well, I wouldn’t be so easily dismissed. That man had hurt my female?—
Gone.
“Fucking A!” I choked on a sob, gritting my teeth to will the tears from falling.
It took me fifteen minutes to find his card I’d shoved into a pair of jeans at the bottom of my dirty laundry pile. He’d jotted down his cell, but confronting him required I see him in the flesh, where he would be less apt to push me away.
I hoped, anyway.
According to his card, he lived on the opposite side of town from Lockwood.
The last thing I wanted was to be around a bunch of people, so I called an Uber rather than hop on a bus. Privacy would cost me a pretty penny in funds, but I didn’t give a shit.
Silence settled over the car’s interior as I stared at the rain still slashing at the earth like a scythe, sideways and dangerous. Wind rocked the vehicle enough the driver cursed beneath his breath as he drove us northward, but I clamped my lips shut since I had ten times more shit to swear over than he could ever imagine.
The absence of Prim’s energy in my chest continued to haunt me, and no matter how driven I was to face Patrick and light into him for causing my suffering, my mind wouldn’t shut up.
What if he was married? What if a live-in girlfriend answered the door? What if he was celibate like a priest,determined to go without dick or pussy through what was left of his years?
Primrose had told me she would age slower due to the percentage of dragonblood pumping through her heart, but that the cum of our alpha would be needed to prolong my life to match her years—and mine, his. Just the idea of my dominant alpha submitting tome, dropping to his knees to swallow every white spurt I shot down his throat, tightened me to the point of pain.
And the thought of suckinghisdick?
I shifted on the backseat, my mouth flooding with drool even while my eyes continued to burn.
The rain fell but with less intensity when the Uber driver finally entered town limits and pulled up in front of a smaller house with a covered porch. I paid in cash, muttered my thanks, and climbed out, my shirt and hair once more getting soaked from the rain. Muscles quivering and eyeing Patrick’s front door, I approached by way of the cobbled pathway leading to the stairs.
Energy radiated from the left, licking over my skin and siphoning the air from my lungs.
I pulled up abruptly and turned my focus toward the left where Patrick sat on a wicker chair beneath the porch’s roof, his gaze drinking me in.
Anger simmered in my guts, keeping them clenched, but desire flared bright, causing my pulse to race.
