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I nudged him with my knee to get him to roll off Primrose. He did so with a groan, grabbing hold of his cum-covered, still hard cock, but I refused to meet his gaze. Using the other towel, I focused on cleaning Primrose of his seed, trying like fuck to get the idea of licking his spunk from between her swollen labia from my mind.
Fucking animals.
He huffed a laugh. “It’s not a problem, trust me.”
I finally gave him my eyes.
A smirk lifted his lips, although disappointment in my thoughts over the whole mess continued to knife his chest.
“Your balls will always have plenty to spare, and there’s enough pre-cum to keep from growing chafed.”
“Fuck.” I scrubbed a hand down over my face while glancing at Primrose.
She, too, smiled, although a bit more hesitant, as she studied my face as though trying to reach deeper beyond theinhabiting of my head I had unknowingly allowed them by bonding us together.
I tossed the rags aside and sat back on my haunches. “Care to tell me what the fuck this is?” I said, holding her gaze and motioning between the three of us. “Because having thefourof you inside my goddamn mind atop this purring fucker in my chest makes me believe I should be committed.”
Her smile melted my heart, and I found myself pulling her into my arms. Instinct settled her onto my lap, her softness and scent soothing some of the unrest inside my soul.
Our female.
I couldn’t argue that fact. Didn’t want to. Everything inside me wished just to give in and accept the unnatural feelings that were insanity to my educated brain.
But I fucking couldn’t.
Stubborn to a fault, I didn’t know how to see beyond truth I’d set in front of me since the day I’d been locked inside a white room that stank of bleach and madness.
Chapter 33
Primrose
Being bonded to my mates was nothing like I had dreamed about.
I had imagined pure joy, zero doubt, and a total lack of all hesitancy or wariness. Unconditional love and acceptance. Unfathomable happiness, a sense of completeness at having fulfilled the beginning of my destiny.
Unfortunately for my own scattered thoughts, both Patrick’s and Jaxon’s accosted my mind, and I fought an upheaval of emotions I didn’t know how to deal with.
I wouldn’t fly off, though. I would stay and make things right, resolve the issue as Grandpapa had told me to do, as Jaxon had asked of me if I was ever again desperate to flee what I couldn’t make sense of or didn’t have answers for.
My alpha had asked for clarity on what had happened, but beyond explaining the facts about the dragonblood bonding process, I wasn’t sure what he needed to hear in order to ease his mind and make him accept what had occurred—and appreciate what fate had gifted him.
Two adoring mates who would lay down their lives for him. Worship the ground he walked on. Lavish love andaffection to fill the void in his life I could now feel as though it had become my own.
I rubbed at my chest, swallowing hard, and forced myself to remain on my alpha’s lap where he’d settled me, regardless of his unrest. My inner beast prowled beneath my skin, her own flight instincts kicked into high gear.
We traversed a difficult path I never expected to walk upon once bonded with my mates, but I wouldnotflee and inflict even more hurt on my beta, like I’d done the first time I’d selfishly abandoned him in my pain.
Lack of movement on my part allowed my beta to relax on the bed beside us—he trusted me with his heart, and I vowed silently, as I’d done before, never to leave him again.
My voice shook as I laid out the details I had learned in the books of my grandpapa’s library to our alpha. Three destined mates, once bonded by blood, would be linked emotionally until their deaths. The sharing of thoughts, feelings, hopes, and dreams couldn’t be erased as normal humans did once they fell out of love with or turned their backs on their partners.
“It’s an unbreakable bond,” he murmured once I finished, and I held out my hand to Jaxon, who lay a short distance away.
“Yes,” I whispered as our beta laced his fingers through mine and eased my emotional torment the slightest bit.
“For the duration of our lives,” Patrick murmured again as though speaking to himself.
I sat silent since he hadn’t asked a question, his heartbeat in tune with mine beneath my ear as he processed what I had shared, and the reality of how his existence had changed. His rambling thoughts over sanity versus madness slowed.
