Page 94 of Driven By Dragonblood
Chapter 41
Patrick
Iparked along the cul-de-sac, and the second I stepped from my car, the delicious, combined scents of both Jaxon and Primrose flooded my nose. A jumble of emotions reached through the energy linking us that had been absent with the distance between us.
I couldn’t make sense of the noise in my head and heart, but one thing I knew for certain. Prim had definitely found Jessie in my bed.
And Jaxon’s instincts to protect our female were a beautiful force of nature that made my dick hard.
I climbed the stairs to his apartment’s balcony, desperate to ease and quiet the bond among us.
My beta wrenched the door open as I lifted my hand to knock, his fist hitting me at the same time as the full brunt of his anger did.
Stars erupted in my eyesight, pain radiating clear through my head at the inhuman impact against my cheek.
I stumbled backward onto my ass.
“Fucking asshole.” Jaxon’s growl didn’t hide the simmering lust inside him as he towered over me, completelynaked, the energy between us vibrating and zapping with electrical charges that caused my hair to stand on end.
The beast inside me slithered in darkness, hissing, curling in readiness to strike—and fuck.
“Jaxon!” Primrose pushed past him. She, too, filled with desire from being close to her alpha, but hurt swirled thick and acidic beneath, making my chest cave in.
“Who the fuck is she, Doc?” Jaxon’s anger lay like a black cloud over me, shrouding Prim’s more tender emotions as she knelt beside me and gently touched where Jaxon had hit me, uncaring of her own nakedness.
“Ex-girlfriend. She means nothing to me.”
“Bullshit.”
I stood, Primrose’s hands falling away from me.
“You bonded us together, but you’re holding back.” Jaxon glowered, hands fisted at his sides, the truth ofhisclaim one hundred percent true. “Why the fuck should we believe you? Huh? She’s closer to your age—fuckingsafefor your upstanding, professional façade of a life. Selfish prick. You don’t care about anyone but yourself. Fuckingcoward.”
He knew the truth of what Jessie used to be and no longer was to me.
He could hear my every thought, how his poking at my fears hurt me.
My boy needed an outlet for his anger, and I would give him exactly what he required to make this right.
I leaped forward, barreling into his chest, sending us tumbling through his door and onto the apartment floor. I landed a soft hit to his stomach while burying my face in his neck—goddamn delicious-smelling and bite-able.
“Fuck you, Doc.” Jaxon slammed a fist into my side, hating that I was taking it easy on him.
“You want pain?” I yanked his head back by a firm grip on his hair, my breath ripping from my lungs as his fistconnected with my gut. I returned the favor, showing my teeth as my inner beast chuckled in delight, driving me toward violence.
I grunted as we rolled, our hard cocks pressed against each other with only my slacks between us, our hips grinding with the desire to fuck even as fists flew. I ended up on top and shoved a thigh between Jaxon’s bare legs while grabbing his wrists and pinning them to the floor alongside his head.
Our heated gazes locked.
Arousal thickened the air between us, making breathing difficult. He didn’t melt into the floor at my show of dominance, but some of the tightness in his chest that in turn hurt mine eased.
“Keep your hands there,” I said with a growl, and he obeyed as I sat on my haunches to free my straining dick. “This what you want, Jaxon?” I slid the mess of leaking pre-cum down over my length.
He glared up at me even as I could feel the moisture flooding his mouth. “Fuck you.”
“In your dreams, boy.” I huffed, still short of breath.
Lust rocketed among the three of us regardless of my denial of the underlying desire behind his words.
