Page 20 of Driven By Dragonblood
Fate wouldn’t allow for anything else.
Chapter 8
Jaxon
At two AM, I jerked awake, so damn horny my dick actually ached. Like, fuckinghurt. First thing I would do on getting out of here would be to bury myself between a willing woman’s thighs and get some goddamned relief.
Thoughts of Doc Macaire flitted through my brain, and I reimagined that woman between us—fucking hell, did that make my blood sing.
Twice, I’d seen him from afar after our meeting, and both times, I swore he’d sunk a hook into my mouth and reeled me in like a helpless fish on his line. He would gut me. Devour me. Fuck me good and hard, demanding I come around his cock untouched.
But distance and having him gone from my sight eased the lust for him that hadn’t relented even though I’d gotten myself off once already in order to fall asleep. My light blanket, stiff from the dried cum I’d wiped off my hand and abs earlier, was bundled at the foot of my bed.
And here I was again, throbbing with an intense need toclimax, my dick leaking like a faucet beneath the top sheet covering my nudity.
The hell was wrong with me?
I rolled to my back and stroked myself from tip to root.
A shiver like the night before made me pause, and my gaze flicked to the dark window.
She’s here.
Fuck the snoring roommate and my raging hard-on. I climbed out of bed and tiptoed across the room, my dripping dick leading the way.
Darkness coated the land outside the window, but a small exterior light on my left between floors illuminated the flower beds below. Giving over to my instincts, I let my gaze wander where it would—and ended up staring hard at the chain-link fence across the parking lot. No one walked the sidewalk beyond, and no one lingered close by in the early morning hours, but I swore someone watched me from that exact spot.
Goose bumps rose across my skin as though they drank in the sight of me, and I found my palm smearing over my oozing slit. I wanted to shoot off with a blast, but forced myself to go slow, languid strokes up and down every straining inch jutting up from my groin. My cockhead swelled, so goddamn sensitive beneath my grip that I cursed with every tease of my thumb before fucking into my fist again.
Heat licked over my skin from my toes clear to my scalp, tingling and intoxicating. My breaths heightened, and my pulse beat heavily in my ears.
The snores faded behind me as I focused on the fence and that strange energy I’d been feeling on and off for almost two days that was similar yet different from Doc Macaire. Whatever it was calling to me from outside, I wanted to bathe in it.Submerge myself until I couldn’t breathe without it filling my lungs, flooding my system.
The hairs on my body rose to stand on end.
My balls tightened in readiness, my taint on the verge of spasming.
Need.
“No shit,” I whispered, restless with readiness to erupt.
The beast inside me groaned, and I leaned my forehead against the glass pane, hardly eased by its cool surface. My imagination flitted to the golden goddess of my dreams, and heat swelled inside me to the point I swore my insides burst into flames.
Our female.
I had no fucking clue what the voice meant, but I fuckingfeltit. A knowing—a drawing—slithered through the glass and iron barrier in front of me like a cord winding its way around my soul.
I imagined wrapping myself around my goddess alongside Doc Macaire, drowning in a sea of submission and acceptance. Lust and love.
My balls erupted, and I bit down on my lower lip, head tipping back and eyes closing, as I shot into my fist, every spurt of spunk causing a shudder to weaken my knees until I sagged against the window frame.
“Holy fuck,” I whispered, glancing over the mess I’d made. It was like I hadn’t come in weeks. “Shit.”
I glanced outside, sure I’d given someone a show.
I just wished I could see who it was.
Our female.
