Page 18 of Driven By Dragonblood
“Grab her shit,” I ordered her sister, nodding toward the suitcase in the entryway. “I’ll pack up the rest of her belongings and put them on the porch for her to pick up tomorrow once she’s sober,” I said while settling Jessie in the passenger seat. My ex’s head slumped to the side, and she started snoring. I clipped the seatbelt around her and shut her in.
Tight-lipped, her sister stalked around the car, slammed the driver’s door behind her, and tore out of my driveway without a damned word.
“Good fucking riddance,” I muttered, sinking onto the top stair leading to my porch that faced the sinking sun.
Silence cloaked the evening, but my mind refused to quiet. Twinkling blue-green eyes and a flirtatious grin full of promise flashed through my memory, reigniting my lust for Jaxon and the desire to explore what he’d woken inside me.
The hiss whispered through the back of my mind, causing a shiver to slide down my spine, but two slow, measured breaths, and I envisioned shutting the door on the prison of my childhood insanity.
Shaking my head, I stood and strode inside, focused on ridding my home of every trace of Jessie.
If only erasing Jaxon from my mind would be as easy.
Chapter 7
Primrose
For two days, I stood outside the chain-link fence and watched Lockwood’s quiet lawns and parking lot as people came and went. My beta’s energy meandered from wing to wing, sometimes switching floors, staying in one area for an hour or so before returning to his room.
The window with its bars keeping him from me angered both me and my inner dragon, but unless we wished to wreak havoc on the hospital and reveal to humanity that they weren’t the only sentient beings on the planet, I was powerless to act. More than anything, the histories I’d read deep in the Teton’s cavern home instructed me on remaining quiet—secret. The Blood Born had been brought to the edge of extinction due to fear and anger from the humans, and with how bigotry appeared to rule the land now more than ever, I knew better than to let my instincts rule over my better sense.
But the drive deep inside me to free my beta and claim him as my own crouched in tensed readiness, muscles quivering, causing my skin to shiver.
The first night, my beta’s energy had flooded me with spine-tingling heat, causing a desperate desire to ignite in my core. Wetness had smeared between my thighs, and no amount of rubbing them together eased the ache to mate. To be bred.
Need.
“I know,” I whispered since no one walked the sidewalks as night shadowed the arid land around me. I stood invisible to the naked eye, gaze once more glued to my beta’s window, fingers hurting from grasping the fence before my nose.
My mouth watered to taste him—his mouth, his seed, the sweat on his skin.
Did he feel the same draw of mate calling to mate? Was he unable to sleep as I’d been the evening before and again tonight? I’d returned after sundown because a sensitivity throughout my body refused me rest. Impatience had me back at Lockwood, every stitch of clothing chafing my skin. I longed for nudity, or even better, to have my beta as my blanket, his weight heavy and welcome atop mine.
Desire rushed through me, settling in my core. My breaths came quickly as my heart fluttered in my chest.
Free him.
“We can’t without revealing ourself,” I insisted, my voice a whine when firmness would have better kept my dragon in check. Never had I felt such an internal war with myself, newly awakened arousal against better judgment. “Surely, Grandpapa would insist we wait for the right opportunity. Destiny has led us here to the one meant for us. We must trust fate to bring us together.”
Sneak in—follow the humans.
I glanced away from my beta’s window to the front entrance that was now locked up tight for the night. There would be no coming or going by staff or visitors until midmorning.
Cloak him. Remove him from their clutches.
Nibbling on the inside of my lip, I considered my dragon’s suggestion. Invisibility granted me the ability to enter areas prohibited to the public, and I didn’t question the energy linking us together would allow me to easily locate him.
But what if he didn’t sense what I did? What if he questioned my being there and insisted he hold my hand so I could hide him from sight and lead him to freedom?
What if hefoughtme?
Didn’twantme?
An ache split through my chest, cracking my emotions wide open. Wetness seeped over my eyes, making the sight of his room watery, unfocused.
Swallowing hard, I swiped my forearm over my face, my fingers entwined with the metal fencing as though its solidity kept me strong in the face of conflicting desires. The unknowing was torture, causing pain to radiate through my body. I couldn’t tell where it began or if it would ever end.
Closing my eyes, I rested my forehead against the barrier denying me my mate and partial fulfillment. The throb in my heart mirrored the unrelenting yearning between my legs. My breasts were heavy, nipples tight and tingling.
