Page 3 of Driven By Dragonblood
My human half held no such hope but gave over to the dragon side, a powerful flap of golden wings sending us into the dark sky. We shot through the rain, northward toward the canyon.
More than anything, we yearned for happiness.
But all we had learned thus far in our travels was that heartache proved much easier to find.
Chapter 2
Jaxon
Wind whips through my hair. I can barely breathe from the air blasting against my face—but I can’t keep the grin off my face. Plummeting to the earth causes my heart to race. My muscles too tense. Elation swells in my chest and even makes my dick hard.
I can fly.
I can fuckingfly!
The ground rushes up to meet me, but tingles erupted along my spine. Wings sprout from my back. Instinct has them spreading wide, catching wind, gracefully arcing me upward, toward freedom rather than splattering to my death?—
I gasped, pulse pounding in my temples as reality slammed into my brain, ripping me from my favorite dream that had been on repeat in my head for as long as I could remember.
“Goddamnit,” I muttered, readying to stretch and reach for my throbbing cock?—
Couldn’t move.
“The fuck?” I lifted my head, blinking weariness from myeyes even as familiar scents flooded my nose and made my breath hitch and hair stand on end.
I wiggled my hands and toes. All four limbs were lashed down to a bed. A white gown covered me from neck to knees, my morning wood creating an obscene tent. A shift of my backside made the plastic sheet beneath me crinkle.
“No, no, no,” I whispered as the truth weighed on me, causing me to sink powerlessly into my restraints regardless of how my heart raced and legs twitched in desire to escape.
My dick remained hard, uncaring of our predicament, throbbing and letting me know nothing but the gown stood between its heated flesh and the air.
I glanced around the room, my sparse surroundings, the stark white walls, the scent of bleach in the air, the lone window with its bars to keep me prisoner?—
Lockwood.
Fucking Lockwood. Again!
What goddamned fuckery had I gotten up to this time that my parents had shipped me out over three hours from home into the middle of nowhere?
Snickering echoed in my mind, and I scowled, cursing at myself under my breath. I’d been well on my way toward proving I wasn’t a nutcase so my parents wouldn’t keep sending me away.
Wait.
I jerked my head up, straining my neck to see past the tenting of my gown. Wiggled my toes again—toesnotcovered by a cast. Legs bare. No pins sticking out, no bandages, or evidence of fresh wounds. Just a jagged scar from the time I’d leaped off a building while high as a kite.
“Oh, thank fuck.” I huffed a laugh, half-mad with relief even while adrenaline crashed through my entire body, making me feel as though I could rip through the straps tying me down to the hospital bed.
My paternal grandmother had been schizophrenic and, thinking she could fly, had thrown herself off one of the south rim viewpoints of the Grand Canyon long before I’d been born. Unfortunately, I seemed to inherit the inner voice that promised me wings would sprout from my back if only given a chance. Yeah, I wasn’t right in the head, and then when I’d become too much for my parents to handle, they had sent me to an expensive boarding school so they wouldn’t have to deal with their defective son.
The first time I actually listened to the voice though, I’d ended up with a shattered leg and, a few too many surgeries later, could pretty much run like a normal guy my age. I would never be a medalist in the hundred meters at the Olympics, but as long as I could chase the ladies and be the best lay of their lives while getting my rocks off, I deserved gold.
I took stock of my body now, relaxing as I realized I was whole—and obviously still healthy. No searing agony ripped through me, leftover from a surgery to repair the damage I’d caused a body I’d believed indestructible thanks to drugs I knew better than to touch.
But I’d been weak. Lonely as fuck, worse than normal, even though part of my daily affirmations included reminders that I didn’t need anyone, that I was stronger on my own. Letting people into your head and heart only weakened a man.
Take my parents—the ones who were supposed to love me unconditionally and have my back.
Yeah, right.
