Page 52 of Driven By Dragonblood
“Yes.”
“Fuck.” I groaned, grinding our groins together.
“Take what you want, Jaxon. I—it’s the least I can do for the pain I’ve caused you.”
“Don’t offer yourself out of guilt.”
Pink flushed her cheeks. “Iwantyou,” she murmured, grasping my face with her soft palms. “Surely you sense that.”
I could. Potently.
Taking her mouth, I rolled us, settling my weight atop her lush body.
She spread her thighs, clasping my ass with her heels.
Tip of my dick pressing against her slick entrance, I paused, capturing her gaze, soaking in the emotions and desire pouring off her. “I can feel that you want me, but say it. Tell me how much.”
“So much that I’m going to die if you don’t?—”
I thrust, filling her with one deep stroke. She arched beneath me, grabbing at my back with sharp fingernails.
Yessss.
Our dragons hissed as one, and I licked into her mouth, fucking her tongue in time with my hips, gentle nudges to burrow deeper into the tight clasp of her silken pussy.
“Need you,” she whispered against my lips what I could sense as strongly as my own desire for her.
I couldn’t keep thoughts of Patrick from my mind as I moved inside her warmth, but I didn’t want her to think she wasn’t enough for me.
Buried deep, I stilled, lifting my head.
Emotions radiated between us as my dick shoved against her womb, causing both of our eyes to well with the overwhelming need for each other. “I love you, Primrose.”
She clasped my scruffy jaw in her soft hands, a tear sliding down her flushed cheek. “I love you, too, Jaxon.”
I licked the wetness from her face and nuzzled my nose beneath her ear. “Come around my dick, sweetheart,” I whispered, nipping her skin. “Show me how much.” I pulled out and thrust deep, grinding my pelvis against her clit.
She shattered beneath me, crying out my name and pulling me over the edge with her.
The emotions rolling through me were pure fucking euphoria, but that missing link hurt beneath the joy of being one with her.
“Don’t feel guilty,” she murmured into my neck as I collapsed on top of her. “He’s our third. It’s only right that we both long for him. Such desires don’t make our connection any less powerful.”
I kissed her soft lips, languid and gentle, tasting and imprinting her on my brain. “Thank you.”
“For?”
I lifted onto my elbows, my fingers threading through her thick hair spread over my pillow. “For coming back to me. For not being jealous that I went to Patrick.”
She smiled, the acceptance shining in her eyes, causing my throat to tighten.
“I’ve never told anyone other than my parents when I was a kid that I loved them. I’ve never wanted to. Never wanted to face the same rejection.”
“I’ll never leave you again, my beta,” she whispered and lifted her head to kiss me.
I’d had plenty of rejection in my life, but Prim was the first to return and accept me as is. My fated mate, my female.
She slept pressed against my side, all soft sweetness I couldn’t stop from petting, memorizing the feel of her skin against mine.
