Page 93 of Driven By Dragonblood
The memory of finding another woman in our bed replayed in her head, filling me in. I pulled her into my arms, lips against her hair, heat rising behind my eyelids.
“That woman means nothing to him.” Considering all we had done last night, I refused to believe otherwise. The ancient words and fire. Bonding through blood and mutual pleasure. Gifting each other the life-giving nectar to ensure we lived a full, satisfying existence together.
My declaration I wanted to believe to be true didn’t make a difference to either of our tumbling emotions, so I simply held Prim, powerless to ease her suffering. She cried while I tried and failed to fight off crushing disappointment in our alpha—and in myself for believing that sexually submitting myself to Patrick would gain his acceptance and undying affection.
While I wanted to give Patrick the chance to answer for what Prim had seen, I couldn’t keep from thinking that hehadbeen trying to fuck us out of his system as his thoughts had betrayed him before getting on with his life with whoever the fuck the woman was between his goddamn sheets.
Fuck, this sucked ass—and not in the good way.
I wanted to curl into a fetal position and cry.
Sock my alpha in the goddamned nose and mar his gorgeous face for the pain he’d caused us both.
“Come on.” I tugged Prim toward the bed, and we lay down together, clinging to each other. Slow kisses and tender caresses eventually calmed her enough to stop the tears, but the hurt remained.
“I love you so fucking much,” I murmured against her lips, breathing her as deep into my lungs as possible. “I’ll move mountains to keep you safe and make you happy, sweetheart.”
But could I?
Alone, would I be enough to satisfy the cravings of her dragonblood?
No.
Nausea stirred in my guts, and it seemed as though I was collapsing in on myself. My throat tightened, and Prim heaved a sigh, wound her arms around me, and pressed her naked chest against mine.
She also felt inadequate.
What a fucking pair we were.
“Too many clothes,” she whispered, tugging on the back of my t-shirt.
I rolled away to rip my clothes off, ready to give my female the world if that was what she requested?—
“Just your skin against me, Jaxon,” she whispered, nuzzling into my neck. “Need to feel your heart beating in time with mine.”
Ignoring both of our arousal from naked close proximity, I tucked her satiny curves against my body and allowed myself to mourn what we had lost.
“Are relationships always like this?” Prim whispered against my neck, her breath warm and sweet. “All this—shit?”
“I’m not any more schooled on relationships than you are, but I’m not so ignorant as to think bad stuff and regrettabledays don’t happen.” I pushed strands of hair from her face, needing her eyes on me even though barriers in communication didn’t exist for us.
“I like the good ones better.”
“Did youexpecta bed of roses?” I asked, but not with sarcasm or in an attempt to deepen her pain—I honestly wanted to know what dreams she’d had so I would be better equipped to fulfill them on my own.
My inner beast snorted.
Prim sighed heavily, making me thankful she could feel me—hear my intentions without me having to speak them. “Yes, actually. I believed once we bonded that everything would align—the stars, our hearts and minds…I didn’t think there would be any discord or unrest.”
I’d had that hope too.
“You’re so perfect,” she said on a sigh, affection sifting its way through the hurt between us. “Why can’t Patrick be more like you?”
“Patrickishot as fuck,” I suggested, trying to lighten our mood. “But also a dark, tortured soul who desperately needs your gentleness and my cock.”
A hint of amusement lit in her eyes along with her heart. “You’re one arrogant man.”
“And you love it.” I rested my nose against hers, breathing in her exhales, but the tightness in my chest refused to loosen.
