My gaze flitted from Jaxon’s parted lips to Patrick’s glare as he took in our beta, who had offered himself up in a delicious pose of submission.
I wondered at Jaxon’s ability to expect what Patrick wanted, but he seemed to have gotten our alpha’s desire correct.
Patrick unbuttoned his shirt, revealing tanned skin over prominent pectorals that were bare from hair. A silver chain graced his neck, and tattoos snaked around his side from his back, ending before inking the ridges of muscle lining his core. Gaze locked on Jaxon’s ass, he stalked close, looped belt gripped in his right hand. He pressed against Jaxon, and our beta sagged, closing his eyes and groaning at the contact, knuckles white where he grasped the bedposts.
“You know what I’m going to do,” Patrick whispered in his ear, sending a shudder through Jaxon.
“Yes.”
“Do I have to tie you in place?”
“No—Sir.”
“Mmm,” Patrick hummed his approval, reaching around to cup Jaxon’s groin.
Our beta grunted but held still.
“If you take your punishment for scaring the shit out of me like a good boy,” Patrick growled against his ear, “I’ll reward you.”
Jaxon swallowed and nodded, his eyelids sliding open. Our gazes latched, and the desire simmering between us caused my breath to catch.
“Give him something to focus on, girl,” Patrick said to me while stepping back. “But no coming.”
Patrick hadn’t entirely submitted to his dragon side, but his instincts still led him to fulfill his role in gifting his mates pleasure—this time, through pain.
A heavy sigh left me as I widened my legs and ran my fingers down over my pubis. Ignoring my throbbing nub to keep from coming like my alpha had stated, I stroked through the soaked mess between my legs.
Jaxon groaned, his gaze glued to my pussy as I slid two fingers deep inside my aching core.
Patrick drew his arm back and let loose with the belt.
Chapter 31
Jaxon
Fire flared to life across the back of my thighs, and I jolted forward, my grip on the bedposts keeping me on my feet.
Yessss.
My inner beast purred his delight in the lash of our alpha’s belt, but I bit my tongue to stop myself from cursing aloud. My eyelids slammed shut against the pain radiating over my body—and in my chest from Patrick wanting to deny the truth of us.
I’d expected a sting from the first strike, not the full force of Patrick’s arm that stalled out my lungs and made fire race over my skin. Determined to get to the place where euphoria would overshadow everything else, I clutched at those damned bedposts, keeping myself upright—determined to be a good boy for the darkness owning Patrick’s soul.
Another stroke of his belt hit the underside of my ass cheeks, and I winced, jaw clenched at the anger coming off him like deadly waves of radiation. Twice more he hit, slowly making his way upward, and my erection flagged at the stingthat refused to fade regardless of my dragon’s delight over Patrick’s sadistic side coming out to play.
Where was the goddamn promised pleasure? The morphing of pain into something so intense I would weep with need to blow my cum all over his goddamn bedspread?
Relax—submit.
I shook my head, my human body unwilling to obey the voice I’d come to trust as deeply as I did Prim.
“Jaxon.” Her ragged whisper pulled my eyelids up, and I caught her gaze as another hit landed across my upper back. She felt the sting—shared in the agony I wanted to transcend beyond. And I experienced her desire for me to give in, seek out the release I could find beneath our alpha’s dominance.
“Look how wet you’re making me,” she whispered, her voice husky, like a siren calling to my soul.
I glanced down at her hand, breathing deeply as she pulled her fingers from her pussy. Wetness glistened in the overhead lights, her slit dripping onto the bed beneath her. My mouth flooded with drool as the sweet, strawberry tang of her filled my nose.
Patrick groaned behind me, the noise escaping him turning into a grunt as he let loose with another blow. The leather belt landed with more force, but my body didn’t jolt forward to escape as I focused on our female’s need.