Page 75 of Driven By Dragonblood
Jaxon’s disappointment slammed into me like a brutal winter wind, stealing my breath.
A feeling of dread beneath the desire for fulfillment overshadowed us all.
“It can’t be taken back,” I whispered, hating that I needed to give my alpha the truth when I’d been desperate for him to understand everything for days on end.
He nodded as though accepting my words, but his discomfort grew. “How long will this…this driving desire for you two continue to own my thoughts?”
I swallowed as Jaxon tensed beneath me. He knew the answer—we’d discussed everything about three fated dragonblood mates. “It will lessen over time,” I finally answered, “but only after we’ve bonded fully.”
“Meaning?” he pressed, his tone tight.
“You began the process, and unless we complete it, desire for each other will heighten until our human bodies submit to our dragon halves into performing the act—whether your human half wants it or not.”
“Fuck.” Patrick rubbed a palm down over his mouth. “What the fuck did that damnthingset into motion?”
Both Jaxon and I held our silence, the wind buffeting Patrick’s car as he sped southward.
I curled against my beta, needing comfort and our alpha to ease the emotional pain both of us experienced, and yet fearing he wouldn’t.
Once we arrived at Patrick’s house, tears clogged my throat from an array of emotions I hadn’t expected after the beginning of our bonding. Nothing in the histories of our people mentioned or even suggested this kind of heartache accompanied a connection destined by fate. The difficulty hurt, terribly.
Jaxon’s arms offered what I longed for, but he wasn’t enough, just as I wasn’t enough for him. We required our alpha to complete us, to fill the gaping hole that suddenly seemed larger than before. But we also needed for him to do sowillingly, out of desire to be one with us, or our entire existence would be riddled with misery from his human half having been manipulated.
Without a word, Patrick pulled into the garage attached to his house and hit a button to close the door behind the car. He climbed out, and Jaxon followed suit, keeping me in his arms as he followed our alpha to the door leading into the house.
Patrick clicked on a light, tossed his keys on the kitchen counter, and turned, hands fisted at his sides. His dark blue eyes, troubled and hurting, reflected the emotions simmering in the energy linking us. I almost feared the true bondsnapping into place, revealing every last bit that our alpha felt and thought.
The rejection would be unbearable, and his human side’s desire for freedom would sink like a knife into my chest. Knowing how Jaxon would react would only heighten my misery.
A pained noise escaped my throat as Jaxon slowly set me on my feet, and I grasped his hand, desperate for something solid to hold onto.
Patrick glanced from him to me, over my body and back up, heating me through with a need that overshadowed my fear and disappointment over how my childhood dream was turning out. “You scared the fuck out of me tonight,” he said, shifting his focus to Jaxon.
“Can’t say I’m sorry, so don’t bother asking for an apology.”
Patrick’s eyes narrowed as his shoulders seemed to broaden, his height increased. His chin tipped upward, and he peered down his nose at our beta. “Strip.”
In his haste to obey, Jaxon stumbled sideways into the island, and I bit the inside of my lip to keep from laughing regardless of the hurt still lancing through me.
“I’m going to take what I want,” Patrick stated, slowly unbuckled his belt, drawing it from the loops. I swore he thought to say more, but he held his silence.
Regardless of unsaid words, a rush of wetness slickened my core, and Jaxon groaned, his cock thick and dripping.
“Upstairs, boy,” Patrick ordered, his tone firm. Unyielding.
Jaxon started toward a set of stairs, and I glanced at Patrick, wondering what he wished from me. Our alpha tipped his head after Jaxon, and I scurried along, my backside tingling from his stare, my pussy pulsing from the arousal-filled energy behind me.
Jaxon hesitated at the landing but turned toward the door on the left. I followed on his heels, the scent of Patrick’s cologne and brimstone coming strongest from that room.
Through the dimness, I could make out a bed against the wall, four corner posts jutting upright toward the ceiling.
Jaxon moved forward and grasped the two at the foot, his back toward me, arms stretched out wide.
Patrick’s presence behind me sent a rush of tingles over my skin.
“Mmm.” His low growl of approval of our beta’s actions slickened my thighs. “On the bed, girl.”
I scurried to obey, sliding against the headboard as Patrick closed first one blind then the other before turning on dimmed lights overhead.
