Page 48 of Driven By Dragonblood
What had gone down between me and Jaxon wasn’t a simple interaction between two horny men wanting relief for their aching balls. He’d weaseled into my head, into my goddamned blood.
Dragonblood.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” I rubbed a hand over my face and stood, my thoughts an absolute mess.
At least the voice enclosed in my soul’s void lay quiet,properly closed off where it couldn’t mess with my sanity and land me behind lock and key in either a psych ward or a prison.
Inner beast or not, this shit wasn’t normal.
And the supernatural was nothing but myth and fairy tales for those who couldn’t handle the pain of living in reality.
I’d risen above that years ago, and nothing—no one—would threaten my soundness of mind that focused on science, proven truths, and impeccable morals.
Chapter 20
Primrose
Ihad hoped the agony in my chest would lessen with every mile speeding past beneath me faster than any commercial jet, but tears continued to spill from my eyes, whipped away by the wind as I shot northward in dragon form. Inept and untried with the opposite sex, I had no idea how to deal with relationships, how to traverse through the truth of Jaxon’s words, his desires, and the pain we shared.
What should have bonded us closer only managed to intensify the pain of my alpha’s rejection, making me want to flee as far from the hurt as possible.
Within a matter of hours, I could make out the jutting Tetons in the distance. Home for most of my life, the largest of the snow-capped mountains welcomed me, beckoned me closer as though wanting to offer comfort. I landed on the veranda of the cavern-like house my ancestors had carved with molten fire, the sinking sun leaving me in cold shadow on the mountain’s eastern side.
Once shifted to my human form, a whisper of my fingers over the old, oaken door pushed it inward without sound. Istepped into the warm interior, the door swishing closed on its own behind me as my grandpapa, his alpha, and his female’s scents swarmed my nose.
Chicken and…dog, I realized, breathing in.
“Tiggy!” I called as toenails clicking on stone hurried my way. I knelt to hug the bundle of fur that had kept me company until Grandpapa’s return.
“She still hasn’t learned to knock,” a low voice said while chuckling—Vanni.
“Primrose?” Grandpapa lounged on a new couch to my left, his bare back resting against the equally unclothed chest of his alpha, who continued to smirk at me and my lack of manners he’d made note of when we’d first met.
Ashley, their female, lay sprawled over Grandpapa’s front, naked as the day she’d been born, cum smeared between her thighs.
“Oh!” I averted my gaze, heat flooding my face, as I realized that I, too, didn’t wear a stitch of clothing.
Announcing myself prior to entering would have been best.
Requesting clothes from them before entering, even better.
A low woof sounded, toenails clicking on stone.
“I’m sorry.” I quickly stood and hurried across the open expanse of the main living area toward the hallway in front of me, taking the rough-hewn rock stairs two at a time, my dragon sight allowing me to see in the pitch black.
I had plenty of clothing and underthings in my dresser from when I’d left months earlier, and quickly pulled on an old frock that would hide what belonged to Jaxon. A sob caught in my throat as my fingers shook while attempting to button my nakedness away.
“Primrose?” Grandpapa stood in my bedroom’s doorway, jeans now hiding his lower half. Although four hundredsome years of age, Dolyn Kemmerly, my full-blooded dragonblood grandfather, still appeared to be in his twenties, with the golden-brown eyes I’d inherited. “What’s going on?”
A sob released from my heaving chest, and we moved toward each other at the same time. I sank into his strong arms, so brokenhearted that I didn’t recoil from the scents of his mates’ cum lingering on his skin. I could imagine he smelled the same on me—Jaxon’s luscious evidence of loving me.
I cried harder, clinging to the only family I had left. Grandpapa’s inner dragon made soothing noises in an attempt to ease my suffering. A long few minutes passed before I could catch my breath and quieted, Grandpapa’s steady heartbeat beneath my ear comforting to my human half and inner beast who’d been quiet in her agony from having been ripped from our beta.
“You found one of your mates.”
The pain in my chest pierced with the fierceness of a pissed-off dragon, but I stepped from Grandpapa’s hold, trying to swallow the scratchiness from my throat.
“I—I thought this would beeasy. My beta accepted me with open arms and mind, but our alpha…” My voice caught again, and I wiped my wet eyes on my sleeve, determined to be strong in the face of absolute misery. “He d-didn’t want m-me.”
