Page 12 of Driven By Dragonblood
I blinked and frowned. “Who the fuck are you talking about?” I muttered, taking care to barely move my lips in case anyone watched, but the voice inside remained silent. Moments later, that weird energy vibe faded, but another hour passed before I drifted off to sleep.
I sauntered down the hallway for my last therapy hour with Doc in Lockwoodever againif I had any say.
Good man.
Yeah, I agreed with my beast, grinning around a yawn. Hadn’t slept worth a shit, but tomorrow I would be out of the psych ward, in my own goddamned bed.
The carpet beneath my bootied feet kept my footfalls quiet, and I soaked in the stillness, loving the lack of constant noise like in the hospital’s other wings. It didn’t smell like bleach in here either. I filled my lungs—and stumbled to a halt as the scent of smoke and sex flooded my lungs, twitching my dick to full wakefulness.
Yessss.
The fuck?
Brow furrowed, I glanced around, but the hallway was empty. Doc Holliday’s office door stood open a few feet in front of me, releasing more of what seemed a lot like pheromones to me.
Need.
My feet moved on their own, but I tucked my upright dick beneath my pants’ stretchy waistband while walking. Thank fuck for long shirts.
I pulled up short on the office’s threshold, but Doc Holliday’s desk chair sat empty. That smell, causing blood to throb through my groin, intensified. “Doc?” My voice, ragged as hell, half-squeaked his name, and I cleared my throat, hating that I sounded like a pubescent kid.
A gorgeous man I’d never seen before came into view from the left, a stack of files in his hands, and I soaked in the sight of him. A tall drink of water on a hot-as-fuck day, he made me thirst like mad. Black slacks, white button-down shirt open at the neck, checkered vest…wide shoulders and scruff with a spattering of gray. He had hair a tad too long for a professional, a strong nose, and dark blue eyes, which he attempted to hide behind dark-rimmed glasses…
Alpha.
What the fuck ever, but the dude was hot. As. Fuck. Made me leak like a motherfucker. He also smelled so damn delicious I wanted to crawl to him and lick him from big toes to the tips of his ears, hopefully ingesting some of that delicious scent wafting off his skin along the way.
Want.
I huffed a laugh, but shouldn’t have been surprised my dick—more likeI—was bisexual.
Fuck.
Yeah, no kidding. Let the shenanigans begin…
“Who the hell are you?” I asked, stepping over the threshold, ready to getthisshow on the road. The beast inside me moaned his agreement.
The man frowned, gaze sliding quickly over the hospital-issued scrubs as I stopped in my tracks and struggled not to squirm beneath his perusal. “I’m Doctor Patrick Macaire.”His low voice sent shivers over my skin, causing a riot of goose bumps to erupt.
The fucker inside me whimpered, belly-up.
I attempted to swallow a rush of saliva while tearing my gaze off the guy to glance around the office. “Where’s Doc Holliday?”
“He had a heart attack yesterday afternoon.”
“Shit.” I jerked my focus to the new guy, tension of a not-so-pleasant sort tightening my gut. “Is he okay?”
Doctor Macaire shook his head, lips pursed. “It happened quickly—there was no suffering.”
“Goddamnit.” I clenched my jaw, my emotions torn between grief for the one who hadn’t thought I was crazy and my raging hard-on begging me to crawl toward the stranger in front of me.
“Jaxon Denham?”
“Yeah,” I managed to say past the thickness in my throat, even though my name on the man’s lips made my inner beast beg for attention.
“Why don’t you have a seat?”
Instinct sent my body to the chair, and I slumped down enough that I could rest my head against the cushioned back. Throat aching, I tracked the new doc’s movement around the desk, my focus dropping to his tight ass.
