Page 44 of Driven By Dragonblood
Ours—want.
Insides jittery, I strode closer and climbed the stairs, getting out of the rain. My heart thundered, causing my ears to ring. My dick throbbed—jutted against my jeans, leading me to the stoic alpha who lounged as though unaffected by my proximity.
“Jaxon.” His voice slid over my skin like a silken caress, making goose bumps pebble my skin.
A muscle ticked in my jaw as droplets of water fell from my hair and chin, the war inside me one I didn’t know how to resolve.
Patrick glanced down over my wet form without a hint of emotion on his face and stood. “Come on in.”
He moved past me toward the front door with sure steps, and the scent of his cologne with a hint of brimstone swarmed my senses. The same draw between Prim and me acted like a magnet to my cells, making every inch of my body tingle with need for this stubborn man.
Hands fisted to keep from touching the asshole alpha who had denied both me and the woman I feared I would never see again, I stepped behind him into the entryway, taking a quick glance around as he shut the door behind us. Stairs on my left led to the second floor, and the living room lay on the right, gently illuminated by a lamp atop a small table just inside the entry.
“Stay here,” Patrick ordered, climbing the stairs and giving me an eyeful of his flexing ass beneath thin sweats that hung low on his hips. “I’ll grab you a towel.”
I fisted my hands and locked my knees to keep from crawling after him. Drool flooded my mouth, and I swallowed harshly, attempting to smash down my desire. Closing my eyes rid me of the sight of him, but his alluring scent clung to the insides of my nostrils.
Want.
“No shit, Sherlock,” I muttered, but I was pissed enough over what he’d done to Prim—and in return, me—that lust took a back seat.
A towel hit me in the face as Patrick’s footfalls squeaked the treads of the stairs on his way back downstairs. “Dry yourself off.”
I mopped my face and hair before rubbing at my shouldersand arms, my dick jolting at the cloying scent of the towel’s owner embedded in its fabric.
Alpha.
Patrick’s whiskers twitched as though he clenched his jaw—out of need to fuck me, the dripping of water on his pristine wooden floor, or annoyance I’d shown up at all, I couldn’t tell—and he moved into the living room. I followed like a lost puppy when I wanted to pounce on his back, smash a fist into his temple, and knock some goddamned sense into him before impaling myself on his dick and riding him until we both shot like geysers.
“What’s on your mind, Jaxon?” he asked while settling onto a recliner, left ankle propped onto the opposite knee, hands relaxed on the chair’s arms. He didn’t wear his glasses or that damned, sexy checkered vest, but the professional aura clung to him like a second skin.
Doc Macaire sat before me, in control and stolid as fuck.
Not Patrick or the alpha I desperately needed to pin me down and fuck me senseless so I could forget about Prim.
I stepped closer to him, enough he had to tip his head a bit to keep his gaze on my face. Still, he appeared unfazed. “A lot, actually.” My focus slipped to his groin and the undeniable bulge begging for release.
I would manipulate the fuck out of him. Hurt his heart like he’d done to Prim’s, and thus, mine.
He would pay for being a selfish asshole interested only in looking out for himself rather than the two fate had gifted to him.
I took the final step to close the distance between us.
Clothing separated his shin from my thighs, but the heat of him zapped through cloth, searing me clear to the bone.
He hissed but didn’t move, the echo of not one buttwoinner beasts ringing in my ears.
Yessss.
Baring my teeth with a grin, I cupped my aching dick to keep from nutting way too damned early.
He swallowed hard and glanced away, the first evidence of unease I’d seen from him. “You’re a patient of mine—we can’t do this.”
“Was.” I corrected him with a snip to my tone. “And yes, we fucking can.” I glared down at him, waiting for his next excuse to deny the potent chemistry and draw between us.
His lips pressed into a thin line.
“The court let me out of Lockwood, so you can’t send me back. That means I can tell you anything, right, Doc?” I lowered my tone, forcing some of my anger from my voice, while once more fisting my hands at my sides.
