Page 51 of Driven By Dragonblood
Although shame flooded through my soul for being so selfish, I had to focus on Grandpapa’s emotions first since he sat a few feet from me. “I forgive you, Grandpapa, same as Grandmother did,” I whispered, rubbing over the pain in my chest. “She never stopped loving you.”
Neither Vanni nor Ashley’s dragons growled, and I longed to be loved in the same way, without jealousy over the past, with assurance of the future.
Sudden yearning to return to my beta swept through melike a firestorm, stealing my focus. “I need to go back.” I hopped up, displacing Tiggy from where he’d rested so sweetly. I gave him a quick pat, but since he belonged to Grandpapa, I didn’t feel bad leaving him behind for a second time.
“That’s the best choice, even though I would love for you to stay longer,” Grandpapa said, the pride in his heart radiating from his eyes.
All three followed me to the front door, and we quickly hugged before I rushed outside into the darkness. I threw myself off the veranda—ruining yet another set of clothes, Grandpapa’s holler to be careful whipping away in the wind.
Chapter 21
Jaxon
My apartment door opened and shut quietly, but I couldn’t rouse myself from where I’d passed out naked after stripping to my skin and showering to rid my groin of the cum I’d released while swallowing Patrick’s hours ago.
The sweet scent of my golden goddess flooded my nose, but even her return couldn’t reel me back from the depressive funk Patrick’s denial had put me in. I’d learned firsthand exactly how Prim had felt the day our alpha had hurt her, and I thoroughly understood the need to escape. But I hadn’t been able to go any farther than my apartment—just in case she returned or he realized the wrongness of his stupid-assed decision to force me away.
“You smell like him. What did you do?” she whispered, her voice drawing nearer.
“Told him the truth. Everything,” I muttered into my pillow, my chest aching. “Begged. Got down on my knees, sucked him off, and hestillrejected me.”
I could sense her empathy as she crawled onto my bedand curled around me like a big spoon, all naked warmth and soft flesh. “I never should have left you like that.”
I turned in her arms, expecting I looked like shit because I sure as fuck felt like it.
“I—I’m not very well versed in relationships,” she whispered, her desperation to be understood traveling through the tether between us.
“Understandably so.” I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight to my chest. A shuddered sigh rippled through me at the sense of rightness and calm her bare skin against mine brought. “But it would seem I’m not so good at them either.”
She buried her face in my neck, breathing deeply as her emotions quieted along with mine.
“Talk to me next time instead of taking off,” I whispered, my voice breaking without permission. “Please. We can figure this out together.”
“I will—promise.”
Our breaths filled the silence, our heartbeats slowly pumping in sync. The warmth of her soft body seeped through the chill in mine, causing heat to kindle in my groin, pulling blood southward.
Tipping her head, she captured my gaze. A sense of guilt or perhaps remorse radiated from her. “I abandoned you, just like your parents did, as though you meant nothing to me, and yet you welcome me back with open arms and with acceptance I don’t deserve. I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“I forgive you,” I stated, pressing my forehead against hers, breathing in the sweet scent of strawberries.
Arousal woke in her body, thickening the desire between us.
She brushed hesitant lips against mine, and I opened to the gentle probing of her tongue, groaning as she stroked into my mouth.
Arms tightening around her, I ground my hips against her thigh, needing to bury inside her wet warmth, become one with her in every possible way.
“You tasted him,” she murmured, pulling back just enough to see my eyes.
My dick throbbed against her at the memory of gagging on his shaft buried in my throat. “Yes.”
“What was it like?”
“Sweet. Tingly.” I swallowed hard, drooling for more of his seed. “His cum is more addictive than any caramel sauce. So. Damn. Good.”
“Mmm.” She closed her eyes as I licked up her neck, needing a taste of her too.
“He’ll have to suck me off in order to prolong his life, right?” I asked, shifting enough that my swollen cockhead rubbed over the coarse hair between her thighs.
