Page 73 of Driven By Dragonblood
“In,” I demanded, my voice more of a growl than words.
His amusement floated over me as though we still held hands. “Balls deep,” he said with a chuckle.
Little shit.
“Jaxon, up front,” I ordered, ignoring his taunt even though I wanted to thrust into his body as far as I could go, hopefully ripping the air from his lungs in the process. “Primrose, on his lap.”
Needed to keep them close.
They obeyed without a word, and I climbed in the driver’s side, slamming the door shut behind me. Their scents filled the small interior, making breathing—and withstanding my lust—damned near impossible.
Without glancing at either of them, I turned on the car and tore out of the pull-off, suddenly realizing that wecouldhave been seen by anyone—dragon, naked woman, otherworldly flames licking at the three of us.
But there had been no hint of headlights or a car of any manner in the dark wilderness surrounding us.
“How did you get out here?”
“We took an Uber,” Primrose replied.
That…fuckeryhad been unseen by anyone but the three of us.
My shoulders relaxed, and I glanced over at them.
Jaxon’s hand lay on her thigh, her knees pulled up, hiding the golden curls at the apex of her thighs.
Our sweet mates.
As though in response to the whisper inside me, Primrose’s strawberry-like scent that had imprinted on my brain the day before flooded my senses.
I pressed hard on my bulge, needing to strangle the hell out of my shaft. “You can hear the voice inside me, can’t you?” I asked, my voice shaky.
“Yes.”
Taste.
Primrose whimpered as the sweetness of her arousal thickened in the air, causing my balls to tighten against my body.
Jaxon groaned, and I clutched at the steering wheel, focus glued to the road.
An image flashed in my mind, and needingsomethingto tide me over until we could seek our release behind closed doors, I gave in. “Face forward, Primrose.”
She scrambled to do as told.
“Good girl.”
A whimper on her lips caused my cock to buck inside its prison.
“Shit,” Jaxon muttered as though our senses fed off each other.
“Spread her legs, boy. Tell me how wet she is.”
“Fuuuuck.” Jaxon groaned, shifting Primrose on his lap in obedience, but she didn’t put up a fight, widening her thighs over his before he even settled her back against his chest.
I glanced over as she tipped her head on his shoulder and grasped his hand, pulling it between her thighs as though he wasn’t moving fast enough to please her.
I tore my gaze off them to check the empty road—and promptly glanced over again.
Jaxon worked his hand against her pussy, and I cursed the lack of light. “Is she wet?”
