Page 37 of Driven By Dragonblood
My innervoice—my goddamndragonhalf—whispered then purred at having finally been recognized and named. Accepting that part of myself came as easy as his satisfaction since I’d been aware of his presence for as long as I could remember. He was my other inner half, and Prim…well, she was damned near perfect, but Patrick…
Want.
Yeah—I did. A whole fucking lot. I kissed Prim’s fingertips,pulling her against me as guilt over burning for that sexy man crept into my head.
“It’s not wrong to desire him.” Prim’s voice caught, and I frowned, studying her face.
Pain radiated from her, and my reaction was to feel like an asshole for being so greedy.
“You’vedone nothing wrong,” she said, her emphasis assuring me.
“What did he do to you?”
“Turned me away,” she whispered, tears once more coating her eyes. The ache in her heart mirrored mine. Or maybe our emotions fed off each other. Whatever it was, I hated that she hurt.
“We are meant to be one with him,” I said, wishing the haze was gone from her golden gaze.
“Yes.” Her pain-filled whisper tightened my chest like a vise.
“Then we’ll go to him together. Tell him the truth—he’ll listen.”
“He won’t.” She shook her head, her eyes closing as though trying to escape the humiliation and pain his rejection had obviously caused. “His human side is strong, something I’ve never encountered before. It’s like he’s managed to cage the dragon within, smother its voice, its desires beneath his will.”
I pressed my lips to her pouted mouth, wishing I could ease her emotional turmoil on my own while wanting to rip Doc a new asshole for hurting my woman. “Man’s fucking crazy not to want you.” I pulled back and smiled, hoping she could sense my determination to be content with her alone. “You’re perfect, Prim. All woman, sexy as fuck, empathetic and caring?—”
She snorted. “You don’t even know me.”
I pressed my palm against her chest and found her heartbeating in time with mine. “I can feel what’s in here,” I reminded her. “Not words, but a hint of your emotions. Wants.” I studied her face, hoping she understood what I experienced through the energy linking us.
Her smile eventually returned, the sparkle in her light brown eyes making me so damn happy I wanted to leap off a cliff.
“Fuck.” My brow furrowed again as memories flashed through my head at lightning speed. I huffed a laugh even while frowning and shaking my head. “Ever since I was a kid, I always thought I could fly.”
“Really?”
“The voice in my head—I called him my beast—insisted I could take to the sky if only I allowed him the chance.” I laughed again, my face relaxing. “That’s why I ended up in Lockwood.”
Her eyes widened. “Meaning you jumped off a building or something?”
“Twice.”
Dragonblood—we do have wings.
A smirk curled my lips. IknewI wasn’t crazy even though I’d told myself daily I wasn’t right in the head.
Prim smoothed hair off my forehead. “He’s spoken to you since childhood, and everyone thought you were mentally ill.”
“Yep.”
“I can show you how to shift—I think. We can fly the skies together.”
“Holy fuck.” I sat straight up, all trace of a smile gone from my lips as my pulse raced. “You’re fucking with me.”
“No.” She clasped my hands, and the energy between us ebbed and strengthened, her emotions going from joyous to annoyance as she chewed on her lower lip, gaze latched on my eyes. “You can’t hear my dragon, can you?”
I shook my head.
She exhaled a heavy sigh but perked up a second later, a gleam in her eyes I recognized.
