Page 10 of Driven By Dragonblood
“Yes,” I whispered my agreement with my inner dragon, the draw strengthening enough I could almost feel it like a physical caress across my fingers. Tingles rose to life between my thighs for the first time, and I gasped at the luscious dampness, the slight pulse of need for my mate to fill the emptiness inside me.
Biting my tongue against the whine building in my chest, I stared at his window as the sun warmed my face.
Did he sense me as I did him? Did he communicate with his inner dragon to the extent he knew who and what he truly was?
I clutched at the fence, unmoving except for the gnawingof my lip as questions plagued me and the minutes slipped past. What if the voice had driven him to insanity? What if the ability to think rationally, to understand the truth of his circumstances, lay beyond his grasp?
The energy between us strengthened with every passing minute, and I focused on finding a way to save my beta from those who wished to keep him from my side.
Chapter 5
Jaxon
The first time I’d sat on Doc Holliday’s couch in his office, the box of tissues on the small table between us had mocked me. Every scratch of his pen had made me want to snap the damned thing in two, and while I still hid my other half that always begged to come out and play, I no longer resented the doc or hated the months I’d been locked up.
I’d been on my best behavior this time around, even with Nurse Yum Yum, who continued to eye me like an ice cream sundae whenever she was working and making her rounds. Sure, I flirted—what healthy eighteen-year-old wouldn’t when a woman showed interest?
But I kept my hands to myself. Behaved, like she’d insisted on from day one, while gifting me candy for being a good boy, because freedom awaited.
The appeal I’d sent to the court system had come back in my favor, and since my three-month mark in the joint had come and gone, I would be released. Add to that fact I’d turned eighteen two weeks prior and my parents were no longer my keepers, they didn’t get to dictate how I would livemy life. It was Monday morning, and in forty-eight hours, I would once more have access to my small trust fund and the freedom to seek out my destiny.
Which sure as fuck wouldn’t be in Phoenix.
The drive inside me to get started, the desire to find my place in this fucked-up world, owned my thoughts. Not my dick, but what else was new?
Doc Holliday had assured me I would be free to walk the fuck out of here, and I’d never been more grateful for a shrink in my life.
“We have our final meeting tomorrow at ten,” he told me, shifting through some papers atop his desk.
I sat still, hands in my lap, even though every atom in my body vibrated.
Escape now.
“I’ll have your belongings and the key to your apartment that I’ve procured for you. You’ll be free to leave of your own accord on Wednesday and start your new job next Monday.”
I wasn’t keen on bagging groceries, but it would keep me busy and hopefully out of trouble until I got my personal shit in order and decided on a real course of action. I hadn’t gotten the chance to graduate like a normal kid, but nothing about me had ever been “normal.” I would get my GED someday and figure out the rest later.
Doc Holliday leaned onto his desk, his old face a wrinkly mess but eyes kind. “Are you sure you’re ready to be on your own, Jaxon?”
Yessss.
“Yep,” I answered with a firm nod. “And I appreciate all your help in finding me a place to stay.”
“It’s nearly an hour from here and isn’t much, just a studio apartment above a garage.”
“It’ll bemine,” I insisted, the promise of freedom sodamned sweet my mouth watered. I was used to being on my own since people always left when times got tough.
Not alone.
Doc Holliday stood and rounded his desk, holding out his hand and giving me something to focus on other than the voice inside me that never shut up.
I leapt up to my feet and clasped Doc’s hand with a firm grip. “Thanks again.”
“I’m sure you’ll be counting down the hours?—”
“Got that right,” I muttered.
“But try to get some rest, young man. I’ll see you in the morning for our final session together.”
