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“So are you, old man.” He tossed the sticky towel aside, leaving his swollen pucker as-is, sticky and wet from my spend.
I narrowed my gaze, considering everything we needed to discuss, everything I needed answers to. Words in my head warred with the ridiculous, insatiable desire to fuck him again while he slid his tempting cock into our female.
A hint of jealousy lingered within Primrose, so I turned my focus on her, ignoring our insatiable beta.
His needs could wait.
Hers could not.
Chapter 42
Primrose
“Jessie was nothing more than a warm body to fill my bed, an attempt to battle the loneliness I’d experienced when I first returned to Arizona. We never connected on an emotional level. There was no…insatiable hunger or possessiveness with her like there is with the two of you,” Patrick explained, his desire to ease my jealousy clear.
Jaxon preened some more at that last bit, but I ignored him, my focus on my alpha as I sat, arms around my knees.
I couldn’t help the bitterness in my stomach over the fact that I had been driven to save myself for my mates, and Patrick had been fucking women all along?—
“Jaxon was hardly celibate.” Patrick stared at me, a sliver of annoyance radiating inside him, and our beta’s sudden uneasiness rippled through our bond.
He feared my judgment for his promiscuity, which he’d never been bothered by before this conversation.
Lips pursed, I frowned, trying to figure out what exactly I felt, why Jaxon’s past didn’t bother me as Patrick’s did.
“It’s not because I’m older and should know better,” he said as the thought flitted through my brain.
“But you’re the alpha,” I said, fighting to put into words my disgust with another female being more familiar with his body than I was.
Patrick spread his arms wide. “You’re welcome to your fill, Primrose. Learn what you wish—takewhat you wish.”
Jaxon groaned, his unrest from seconds earlier erased by a well of lust in his groin. “Care to make that offer to me?”
Patrick shot a glare at our sprawled beta. “You’ve already earned another date with my belt—and a whip or cane once I can get my hands on some real toys.”
A shudder rippled through Jaxon, and I fought to keep my focus on the conversation that needed to be spoken and put to rest.
My alpha fixed his gaze on me, his dark-blue eyes as intense as the feelings swirling inside him. “You don’t trust me.”
“I want to,” I whispered up at him, not understanding how this hesitation between bonded mates was even possible?—
“You can sense everything that I do, Primrose. You can hear my every thought.” He grabbed hold of my hand, pulled me to my feet, and pressed his to his chest. “YouknowI speak the truth when I say that the women I fucked in the past didn’t own my heart.”
He did speak the truth. But the same as he’d done to them, hehadpushed me away.
Jaxon stood, hovering at my back. “He rejected us both, but that wasbeforewe bonded.” He stated what I needed to be reminded of, even though his words didn’t bring any assurance.
“And I’ve never been more goddamn sorry,” Patrick murmured. “But there is no tearing us apart now. Surely, you feel that.”
“And yet you still hold a part of yourself separate,attempting to keep your other half imprisoned,” I whispered, as tears laced my voice. “We are not whole.”
Disquiet flooded Patrick’s mind, and he released his clasp on my hand, stepping away to glance between the two of us. He expelled a breath as heavy as the sudden weight on his chest, running his fingers through his hair. “I was diagnosed with mental illness as a child, and my psychologist taught me how to lock the…dragon away.” Eyes closing, he frowned, turbulent disappointment riling throughout him as he fought to keep his thoughts off his doctor.
Something awful had happened, an event that had shattered Patrick. Changed his dreams?—
“The need to prove myself sane, worthy of life and love, pushed me to excel,” Patrick stated, focused on ridding his mind of the man he’d considered a hero once upon a time. “I was driven to conquer any task in sight. Complete every plan—obtain each goal I set before myself.”
“And you succeeded,” Jaxon said, his tone low and full of reassurance.
