Page 15 of Driven By Dragonblood
Every step that distanced me from his desk, out the door, and down the hallway stretched thin the strange energy I’d felt until I got to the cafeteria for breakfast, and it disappeared completely.
The beast mourned, and my balls ached.
Strangely, my heart doubly so.
Chapter 6
Patrick
I’d gotten a call last night from the board at Lockwood, inviting me to join their staff on a part-time basis. Three days a week for now, with the possibility of going full-time, was the offer, and since my current load of clients at the office I’d opened across town barely made a dent in the bills starting to pile up, I’d thankfully agreed to fill in.
Yet another reason to get out of the house and away from the discomfort I’d left behind this morning. But that issue could wait.
Something much more disturbing now occupied my thoughts.
I tore my focus off the door that had shut behind Jaxon Denham, taking him from sight—but not from mind. I hovered on the edge of a storm, the impending change crackling like lightning, shooting electrical charges over my skin, the same as when his fingers had grazed mine. My scalp prickled, and I sat rigid in my chair, my palms sweating.
The boy reminded me too much of myself for comfort.
Like me, he’d heard voices as a kid, and according to hisfile, the fact he wouldn’t shut up about them while a youngster had landed him in psych ward after psych ward. At least I had learned to keep silent after my first stint in a bleach-scented, white room when I’d been seven and had met the doctor who had set me on a path toward healing through medication and meditation. Doctor Sorino had been my hero and the reason for my career choice.
My heart had shattered when I’d learned, while in my senior year of college, following in his footsteps, that he’d crossed a serious line with a patient, lost his license to practice, and was criminally charged with grooming and sexual abuse—with a minor.
He had nose-dived off the pedestal I’d placed him on, and I’d set my hero worship aside, my focus turning from becoming a man like him to helping those like me.
I’d been nothing but careful in all my years directing patients through their mental processes and behavior, prescribing medication when needed.
But Jaxon stirred up the whispering in my mind Doctor Sorino had taught me to keep under lock and key. I’d learned how to build a wall around whatever the darkness in my soul was until all evidence of its voice had no longer existed. While in high school, I had weaned myself off the pills that had given me a semblance of so-called normalcy, but the bricks stacked against the strangeness in my conscience had begun to crumble since seeing those old writings from my childhood three months ago.
Meeting Jaxon had sent a shiver of unease up my spine, loosening my hold over whatever it was dwelling inside me that had reawakened after finding those journals. He also made me question my sexuality and how I had never once been attracted to another male. He was so young that the word pedophile came to mind, even though I knew he was of legal age.
My dick didn’t agree he was off-limits—damned near jailbait like that patient had been to Doctor Sorino all those years ago when he’d given in to temptation.
Stomach turning, I grimaced and shifted on my seat.
I wouldnotallow a similar situation to land me behind bars, no matter how badly I lusted to taste the young man’s mouth and explore every inch of his body. The earthy scent of Jaxon’s skin beneath the hospital’s allotted soap still lingered in the enclosed office, filling my nose and causing my balls to tighten against my groin regardless of the disgust roused by Doctor Sorino’s transgressions.
Deeply bowed, Jaxon’s top lip had created enticing images in my head of shoving my dick so far down his throat he would gag. I wanted his greenish-blue eyes watering as he attempted to take every inch of me due to desperation for a belly full of cum.
A hissing sounded between my ears, and while alarm skittered through my mind, something about the entire exchange and my body’s response felt…right. As though a path had opened in front of my feet, one I needed to follow with my usual drive to accomplish any task set before me.
“Fuck.” I shifted my weight from one hip to another, trying to work through the various aspects of my current life and how to succeed in keeping from falling into temptation—and possibly fill the hollowness in my chest I weirdly felt sure Jaxon would.
My hand soothed over my left pec without thought, but the ache for so much more remained.
The suggestion that a person couldn’t be happy with others until they were with themselves hadn’t proven true in all my years of counseling patients. I’d met dozens of people who had found their soulmates, their person, who had helped them find healing and contentment.
I wanted the same, which was perhaps what had made metrust too easily in the past, setting my heart at a woman’s feet in the hopes she would offer me whatever I lacked that caused my unrest in life.
I thought of my current situation, the unstable girlfriend I’d been putting up with for too long. A match made in heaven, we were not. She had refused my aid for months, and I was done trying to fix her brokenness that did jack shit in soothing the need formorethat had grown inside me since I’d returned home.
Thoughts of tossing her out, boxing up her shit, and changing the locks had occupied my head for over two weeks, and the idea of replacing her in my bed with an alluring man forbidden to me caused heat to rush through my blood.
Yessss.
My eyelids slammed shut, and I cursed over the hiss that had become vocal, the word distinct. My heartbeat raced, my twisting stomach tightening to rock.
“I am in control,” I stated through gritted teeth, hands fisted atop my thighs to stop them from shaking—and shoving down my slacks to sate the raging lust Jaxon’s proximity had awakened inside me.
