Page 66 of Driven By Dragonblood
“Yes,” I whispered against her lips and turned my focus on making her come undone beneath me again.
Chapter 26
Patrick
Iwas losing my shit. Fucking thirty-eight years of age, hard-fought for stability built inside my head, and it was all being ripped to shreds by two kids.
Old enough.
“Shut the fuck up!” I slammed my fist on my desk, jostling the pen close by. I’d managed to quiet the voice in my head almost the entire previous day—even with Primrose’s scent lingering in my nose and on my fingers long after I had showered and fallen into bed.
I’d passed Emelia in the hallway not long after losing control with Primrose, her gaze pinning me, weakening my defenses against the darkness that immediately began whispering its need to be free, to seek out, to taste, and take what belonged to us.
Couldn’t fucking stand it.
I held my head in my hands to keep from jerking off or grabbing my keys, sprinting from my three-room, struggling practice on Main Street, and tearing off to the next town. To stop myself from striding into Jax’s apartment and owning them both in the way I lusted for. On their knees. Worshiping.Begging for pain and pleasure. Easing the ache in my chest and my goddamn balls in their willing holes.
“Fuck.”
Whiskey would be the better option.
Safer, at least, I thought while glancing around the sparsely decorated space I could finally call my own practice. Blue tones meant to soothe covered the walls, a beige couch and chair, soft enough to offer comfort but not lull people to sleep. I had managed to pay the bills accrued over the previous month, and my only patient for the available evening hours had left not long ago.
Caught up in my head and the driving need attempting to own my body, I locked up my office, not meaning to head southward when I backed out of my allotted parking spot. I held the steering wheel steady, my gaze straight ahead, while my humanity, my better half, told me to turn around.
Give in. Fuck them both, find the release we desire, and I promise to be silent afterward.
“Manipulative little fuck,” I said through clenched teeth and gripped the steering wheel even tighter over the eloquence of the thing in my soul who had escaped its prison without my noticing.
Take what we desire. Fulfill our lust.
Visions flooded my head of satiated bliss…blessed quietness in my head, allowing me control.
“Fuck them out of my goddamn system in privacy where no one would know,” I said as the plan unfolded in my head, “then walk away.”
I would rid myself of this need to own their bodies and return to building my business and creating a life without drama.
One set in science and truth.
The slithering beast chuckled even though my dick jerked in my pants.
If I gave in to my lust behind the door of Jaxon’s apartment—no cameras, no phones recording the act of wrecking the two youngsters—I could finish this unfazed, my profession intact, even if my self-pride shattered for giving in to my baser instincts.
That, I could fucking live with. What I couldn’t continue handling was the desperate need, the consuming craving dominating my thoughts and hindering my ability to focus on responsibilities.
The sunset smeared purple across the sky as I turned into the cul-de-sac. Tires crunching on the road, I rolled to a stop and peered back at the driveway to the apartment above the garage.
Same as the first time I’d approached Jaxon’s place, no awareness of his presence tingled over my skin as it had when occupying the same room. I rolled the window down and breathed in the cool evening air. No scent of either Jaxon or Primrose filled my lungs as it had a few days prior.
Scowling, I reached for the door handle, but my cell’s buzzing stopped me.
Was Steven’s friend finally returning my call?
I grabbed my phone off the passenger seat. A number I didn’t recognize showed up, and scowling, I tapped the ignore button and tossed the cell onto the seat.
I climbed out of the car, intent on Jaxon’s apartment, my skin buzzing and pulse thrumming. No one answered my knock, and other than the bathroom, I could easily scan the empty interior through the window to the left.
Rather than feel relief at having temptation removed from my path, I scowled, hands on hips as I peered around the neighborhood from my vantage point on his deck, wondering where the fuck a young couple went on a Tuesday night.
