Page 101 of Driven By Dragonblood
Prim whimpered, the scent of her arousal in the air thickening as quickly as my dick.
The muscle ticked in Patrick’s jaw. “Upstairs,” he bit out, expecting us both to scurry in our lust for him.
Obey.
Hurry.
I ambled toward the hallway regardless of my hunger for my alpha and my inner dragon pushing me to get my ass in gear.
I yanked my shirt off overhead, dropping it where Patrick would have to step over the mess I made in his house. One kicked-off sneaker lay halfway up the stairs, the other at the landing where I paused.
The sour scent of Patrick’s ex intensified here on the second floor, and I scowled, my chest rumbling.
Prim’s emotions rolled as she moved up beside me, sliding her hand into mine.
Patrick cursed, stepping around us to rip open the linen closet door. He strode into his room, and we stayed put, allowing him to change the sheets—toss the ones she’d slept on along with the comforter literally out the window. He lit candles to rid the air of her scent.
Prim and I entered our bedroom, one that wouldn’t be shared with anyone else. Ever.
Prim hurried to rid herself of clothing, exactly as Patrick wanted, his eyes soaking in every inch of flesh she uncovered to his hungry gaze.
I stayed in place and smirked, waiting for him to glare at me for ignoring his unspoken request.
Prim finished, her breathing and heartbeat heightened.
Our alpha turned his focus on me.
I held Patrick’s flinty stare, flicking the button on myjeans, slowly sliding down the zipper. Took my good old time pushing my jeans to the floor. My dick reached toward him, the slit wet, and I grabbed my base, roughly stroking upward to entice pre-cum to well and drip onto his floor.
He growled, a mix of annoyance and need slithering through the bond.
My backside clenched, and instinct sent me to the foot of the bed faster than Prim, our legs spread and asses in the air. We faced each other, cheeks pressed to the mattress, her pupils huge, the tanginess of her cream-smeared thighs making my mouth water.
I would stab a fucker for even thinking about laying a heavy hand on my female, but she wanted this too. Longed to feel the evidence of our alpha’s fierce need for darkness. The only difference was, hers was from true desire, not attempts to entice instincts to the surface that would hopefully overshadow and defeat Patrick’s human side.
“Such a good girl,” Patrick crooned, but withheld from speaking his thoughts about me and my antics.
Perfect.
Yeah, his dragon half loved me. I preened the slightest bit, wiggling my ass and humping the bed.
Patrick swatted my ass, his palm lingering to squeeze my cheek, intensifying the sting. “None of that,” he said, leaning over me, his breath hot on my neck as he jerked his belt loose. “Every inch of you belongs to me. Your climax is mine to command.”
“I’ll come whenever the fuck I damn well please,” I shot back, grinding my dick into the bed, grinning as my declaration caused the darkness to well inside him.
Yessss.
“Goddamn you.” Patrick ripped his belt from his slacks, the energy rippling among us vibrating with lust and violence.
Fucking. Bring it.
He let loose, the whoosh sounding a split second before a thousand bees stung my ass. “Fuck!” I jolted, and he gave our sweet Prim what she desired, the impact and pain over her backside searing through our bond.
I growled between clenched teeth, taking pleasure only in the fact our alpha experienced the same ache we did.
The next swat landed even harder, and I cursed Patrick to the fucking stars. His blow on our female’s ass didn’t hold the same impact.
“You know she feels what you give me,” I reminded through gritted teeth, my balls throbbing regardless of the lack of distraction from pain I had needed last time a power play between us had occurred.
