Page 77 of Driven By Dragonblood
Prim rubbed her clit, her hips lifting before sliding her fingers into her sopping, pink core. “You’re so hot, Jaxon,” she whispered on a moan, her hips rising again as she fucked herself. “So beautiful offering your body to our alpha.”
My dick twitched as I thought of sinking deep into her juicy pussy, its wet heat clamping down on me, drawing me in deeper until my cockhead nestled against her womb where it belonged.
Submit.
Another lash against my shoulders barely registered as Iimagined pumping in and out of her—and Patrick pressing against my back while sliding his cock deep into my ass.
“Fuck.” I groaned the word as blood rushed to swell my dick.
Another grunt from Patrick, another hit landed, and my body tingled, the desire to fuck soothing the stinging pain he dished out.
My dick dripped as my skin broke out into a sweat, the sweet surrender of my body to the promised pleasure like diving into a cool lake on a hot summer’s day.
I whimpered and pressed toward Patrick’s belt, my ears ringing, senses overrun with the scent of arousal. The taste of Primrose coated the air, the musk of Patrick’s pre-cum oozing in his slacks flooded my nose.
He heaved behind me with another slap of leather while I stared at the pink heaven between Prim’s thighs she toyed with, needing to bury myself deep in our female, giving her what fate demanded of me.
Patrick heaved for breath, moving in close to press against my back, the heat of his body like a furnace, a chain of metal around his neck cool against my nape. “You’ve earned your reward,” Patrick rasped, his dick hard, the material between us chafing the raw lashes on my skin. “Take her, boy, but your climax belongs to me.”
I released my finger-aching grip on the posts and rushed to fall between Prim’s spread thighs, her arms lifting in welcome. One rushed thrust buried me into her pussy and flooded me with her love, her complete acceptance, making me feel almost whole again.
Our inner beasts groaned their pleasure, swirling around each other, a gorgeous blending of gold and greenish-blue in our souls.
Patrick had ripped me to shreds—fucking broke my heart with his confession he hadn’t started our bonding willingly—but I pushed the hurt away as Primrose embraced me wholly.
I wanted to fuck her hard and fast, blow my goddamn load, but our alpha hadn’t yet granted me that right. Through the fire beginning our bond, I’d slipped past his defenses, saw into his darker half, his need to vent frustration. He’d had the same desires of my inner beast, of bondage and pain.
Thank fuck I’d been able to find the pleasure in submitting to his heavy hand by simply focusing on our female, or I would have feared for our future that would demand I give myself up to him again and again.
Primrose had told me dragonblood alphas enjoyed dominating their mates, and having found the lightheaded, floaty feeling from the pain Patrick had dished out, I knew I would never get enough of him.
I captured her mouth, offering her all my love, every ounce of my goddamn heart meant for her. She clutched at me with her thighs, heels, and hands against my welts, but the lust spurring me on kept me focused on bringing her to completion as our alpha had commanded me to do. With every slow thrust burying me against her womb, Prim held me close, whimpering into my mouth, both of us longing for our alpha with an intensity that caused goose bumps to break along our skin.
Awareness of Patrick stripping at the foot of the bed, the knowledge of his instinctive drive to fuck, and the scent of his pre-cum swirling past my nose caused my cock to buck inside Primrose.
Need.
“Soon,” she murmured, nipping at my lower lip.
I planked on my knees, hands pressed into the mattress beside her head. Gazes locked, we continued to make love, our hearts already bonding beyond what I had felt with her before.
The bed dipped behind me, and my asshole clenched and relaxed at the thought of our alpha finally joining us. He kicked my knees wider, and Prim glanced beyond my shoulder, her pupils wide, lips parted as arousal, hot and heavy, wept around my thrusting dick.
I imagined how Patrick must look looming over us—hard body, straining cock.
Groaning, I burrowed into her welcoming warmth, wishing I could drink him in as she’d gotten to do.
As I pulled out of Prim’s pussy, Patrick settled behind me, grabbing hold of my dick and squeezing to keep me from thrusting back into heaven.
“Aw, fuck.” My eyelids slammed shut as he coaxed me from her inner wall’s clutches, sliding his palm down over my length, milking pre-cum from my slit.
“Horny fucker aren’t you?” he mumbled, positioning me at Prim’s pussy.
I groaned my agreement while sinking back into her.
“Good, because this and my own pre-cum are all the lube you’re going to get.”
Yessss.
