Page 64 of Driven By Dragonblood
What a punk-assed little bitch I’d been, cocky and arrogant.
“You’re not my female.” I glanced down over her generous curves, unmoved and hardly enticed to take a taste. A smirk pulled my lips upward. “And you’re definitely not thealphaI belong to.”
“Fucking weirdo.” She shoved past me, the door slamming shut behind her.
I slouched in the chair she’d vacated, blowing out a breath, shoulders slumping.
College. That was what I needed to do. Get my GED and a higher education, one like Patrick had. Stable and sure, with a much better promise than minimum wage. I could afford a community college for a couple of years with what my grandfather had left me, but not much else.
“Shit.” I propped my elbows on the table and ran my hands through my hair.
I wouldn’teverbe enough.
Jaw tight, I hopped up and strode from the breakroom, determined to at least finish my shift so I wouldn’t add “quitter”alongside the “failure” label I was sure was attached to my forehead.
I sensed her gut-wrenching pain long before I opened the apartment door. She threw herself into my arms, sobs and tears—and the scent of our alpha and his cum—sending me staggering back onto the porch.
What the fuck had he done?
What hadshedone?
Holding her tight, I strode inside and kicked the door shut, my face buried in her hair as her tears soaked my shirt. The ache in her chest filled mine, the feelings of failure intensifying to the point I needed something—a shot of alcohol being the top of my list, even though I didn’t drink.
“What the fuck happened, Prim?” I asked, sitting on the couch and snuggling her tighter against my chest.
“I t-tried again.” Another sob cut off her trembling voice. “I—I hoped to change his m-mind.” She sniffed and whimpered. “I wanted to give you the thing you long for the m-most.”
Fuck. I heaved a sigh and kissed her head a few times, unable to contain my absolute adoration for the naked woman shivering and shaking in my arms. How could that love not be enough? Why the fuck did she have to experience the pain I did because of it?
“Iwantyour emotions, Jax,” she whispered, pulling back to give me the stunning view of her wet, golden-brown eyes. “Your happiness, your desires, your hurt. Ineedit.” She cupped my cheek and kissed me lightly on the lips, the taste of salty tears lingering as she pulled away. “As sick as that sounds, I don’t feel…right…without you being near or inside me.”
Of course, my mind went straight to dick and pussy, but I knew what she meant. “Same, sweetheart.”
We stared at each other for a few seconds, sharing our grief and the underlying happiness over having found one another that bordered on contentment—except for the loss of him.
“Tell me, Prim.”
And fuck, did she ever, my dick springing to attention imagining her slammed against Patrick’s office door as he ripped at his pants to get inside her warmth that was like coming home every damned time.
“Fuck.” I scrubbed a hand over my face, my asshole clenching at the thought of him releasing deep insidemeafter a few animalistic thrusts that brought just as much pain as they did pleasure.
“He shut me out, Jax.” Prim’s voice wavered again. “With ten times the force as before. It hurt.”
I kissed her, swept my tongue into her mouth, wanting nothing more than to ease her pain, that feeling of rejection I knew too well. “Let me care for you, sweetheart.”
“Yes.” She lay back on the couch, and I yanked my clothes off, desperate to get inside her and make her forget about our asshole alpha for a while.
Knowing Patrick’s cum probably still coated her pussy, I shook with instinctive need to add mine, fill her as he had.
But first…
I buried my face between her thighs and feasted. Tasting the sweetness of Patrick’s tingly cum with every shove of my tongue into her pussy roused my inner dragon into a growling, prowling beast who wanted to break free from my human body.
Breed.
“Fuck, yeah,” I mumbled against her swollen labia before suckling one lip into my mouth.
Prim yanked on my hair. “Jaxon.”
