Page 45 of Driven By Dragonblood
Eyes closed and lips in a thin line, he jerked his head in a nod.
“I met this girl, a woman so damn beautiful, so…golden. She’s like a goddess, one I’ve dreamed about since I realized my dick got hard for a reason.”
His gaze flitted toward my face, dark blue eyes pinned to mine and boring into me, demanding I give him more—everything I had.
If only.
Knowledge was what he lusted for, regardless of the want making his cock stir with interest.
“She opened my mind to a shit ton of truth I wouldn’t have believed if not for the beast I’ve heard whispering in my head since I was a kid.”
Patrick’s knuckles whitened as he gripped the chair’s armrests, the only tell I had hit a nerve. “Tell me,” he demanded.
So, I obeyed—from that first night I’d felt her presence while in my old Lockwood room to that morning’s fuck fest where I’d shown her how to ride my dick cowboy stylebefore we’d lazed in bed for hours and finally dragged our asses out for some ice cream.
Patrick’s unwavering gaze held me in place when my muscles jumped, my feet itched to move and ease the restlessness beneath my skin.
I shared what Primrose had told me about her ancestors—ourancestors—and the bond that is created when three destined mates become one. How all three would be driven to finish the process upon meeting one another—regardless of their hesitation.
Then, I told him about the rest of my afternoon. The discussion of our alpha and his stubbornness, his refusal to see beyond the strict reality he’d based his life around. How she’d shimmered from existence, the blast of wind clenching my eyes shut, evidence she had shifted to her true form and left me all alone.
“Because of you—PatrickfuckingMacaire, our immovable alpha who has no clue what he’s denying us.”
Silence settled, my chest aching and forehead dented when he didn’t offer an opinion or question the life-altering truth bomb I’d tossed on his lap. Energy continued to ripple between us, that damned tether of fated mates I’d explained to him.
Yessss.
“Youmustsense it,” I insisted just as stubbornly as him, refusing to back down in swaying my alpha’s mind toward the truth.
“What?” Patrick asked, his face deadpan even though a hint of insecurity flickered in his intense gaze.
Time to put the moves on. Seduce this fucker and bring out his darker side.
“The connection between us.” I slid a fingertip along the thin sweats covering his propped-up leg that pressed against the front of my thighs.
Patrick’s breath caught, and he stilled as though I was a viper curling up to strike.
“Tell me this doesn’t feel right,” I whispered, my heart thundering, voice shaking as my touch traveled to the bare skin at the cuff of his pants. “I know it does—I can hear your inner dragon purring.”
At least, I thought I could.
A frown flitted over his dark brow as he gripped the chair tighter rather than stop my wandering fingertip. “My what?”
Lower lip between my teeth, I grasped his bare ankle. Electrical currents ripped through me at the contact, and I sighed, closing my eyes as the anger faded, giving way to pure lust. “Yourdragon, Doc. My alpha. Need to put my mouth on you. Taste your spunk in the back of my throat. Feel the stinging stretch of your dick shoved up my ass, claiming me as your own.”
“Jaxon…”
His condescending tone fucking said it all, but I wouldn’t release my hold on his ankle. Couldn’t back away and rip us apart.
He emitted a heavy sigh and stood brusquely, forcing me to stumble backward a few steps. “I want you to stay here tonight.”
My shoulders slumped, throat tightening. “You believe I’m insane—that I made all this shit up and ought to be locked up again so I don’t go leaping off a cliff because I think I can fly. Fucking good-for-nothingcoward,” I muttered, glaring, my entire body vibrating with the need to throw a few punches before hate-fucking the shit out of this man.
His gaze darkened, and I found myself shuffling backward as he prowled forward, my breath leaving in a rush as my body met the wall. The hairs on my arms stood up, but he withheld from touching me, his lips thinned, browfurrowed as he peered into my eyes, the black overrunning the dark blue surrounding it.
“What do you truly want from me, Jaxon?” he asked, his tone on the verge of madness—exactly how I lusted for him to be. His eyes finally revealed a slew of emotions, but I couldn’t begin to dissect a goddamned thing due to the jacked libido racing through my heated blood. “For me to give in to weakness likehedid? You want me locked behind bars, too?”
Patrick grasped my neck in a firm grip, and I melted in his hold, whimpering at the rightness of the exchange between us, too lust-riddled to wonder who the fuck he was talking about. “Isthiswhat you desire?” he growled, squeezing. “My dominance? My claiming of the beta you believe you are?”
