Page 103 of Driven By Dragonblood
“Fuck you, Pat!”
Another slap sounded.
Prim’s silent urge to not uncover the truth of our species snagged Patrick’s focus enough he held control over the claws attempting to elongate from his fingertips.
He growled again before sudden, tense silence caused our ears to ring.
All three dragons hovered like stalking prey, deadly quiet.
I could feel Patrick’s spine straighten as though it were my own.
“The fuck are you doing?” he asked, alarm skittering over all three of us.
“Fucking pedophile—calling the cops!” Jessie barked, her tone half-hysterical. “What else would I be doing?”
Fear speared through Patrick’s mind, piercing through the bond and stealing our breath. His cold sweat broke out on my forehead.
I clutched Prim tighter, mouth dry, heart in my throat.
The front door yanked open—a quick scuffle sounded—and the door slammed shut.
“Get dressed and get your asses down here!” Patrick hollered up the stairs even as Prim and I reached for our clothing.
“What’s going to happen?” Prim asked me, her voice small, heart like a hummingbird’s wings inside her chest.
“Don’t fucking know.” I yanked my jeans up and grabbed her hand. “Let’s go.”
Chapter 44
Patrick
Jessie stood outside on the porch, her drunken rant about the mighty Doctor Macaire fucking children reaching my ears as my mates’ anxiety to be by my side spurred them toward obedience.
Bile rose up the back of my throat as the thirst for blood and violence pushed to own my soul. Needing to keep my fucking hands busy—ward off the itch for something more to take over—I slammed open a cabinet, nearly dropping three glasses as I retrieved them.
Flared nostrils couldn’t help but drag in a lungful of Jessie’s lingering stench as I grew desperate to rid myself of her presence. I ground my teeth, muscles quivering, on the verge of exploding. Thickening. Lengthening.
The beast inside me was a force to be reckoned with.
Protective and possessive, neither trait carried negativity in my human mind. He was gut instinct—had seen me through my lifetime even without my knowing. It was him driving me home to stay where fate had intended me to be. Dragonblood had always held dominion over my destiny.
And in fear of being seen as insane, my humanity had attempted to do the same to my other half.
Primrose clung to Jaxon when they entered the kitchen, both of them struggling to make sense of the thoughts and jumbled memories of my past, attempting to align my humanity with the beast inside.
Jaxon squeezed her hand and motioned toward a chair at the table.
Legs weak, she sank down, a slight sting in her backside reminding us of what had been interrupted. A sinking sense of dread from her swamped whatever arousal might have attempted to rekindle among us.
“What’s going to happen?” she asked, worry eating like a cancer at her insides.
My brow furrowed at all the possible outcomes as Jaxon sat beside her.
“It’s not a big deal,” he said.
I glared, my spine straightening at his attempts to brush off our situation as nothing.
“What?” Jaxon shot at me, stare unwavering. “Enjoying a little kinky action and threesomes isn’t illegal.”
