Page 98 of Driven By Dragonblood
“In most things, yes.” Patrick’s gaze locked onto him. “But the sexual drive for you, to bring us together time and again…” He glanced at me. “I’ve never felt anything like it. I want to stay in this bed with the two of you and ignore responsibilities and the possible consequences of being caught with an ex-patient.”
His fear overrode all of his senses at his admission, and our hearts beat faster—in sync from shared emotion.
I hugged myself, and both mates reached for me, their warm palms settling on my skin. But the physical contact didn’t bring the relief we hoped for.
“You wish to keep us a secret,” I stated, my throat growing tight.
“I have no choice.”
“What’s the worst that could happen?” Jaxon asked him, his brow furrowing.
“If you pressed charges?—”
“I wouldnever.”
“I could face jail time. I would lose my license to practice,” Patrick stated.
“Everything you’ve worked so hard for.” I spoke the other thought he didn’t voice out loud.
Patrick nodded, his eyes and heart imploring us to understand.
Fate will not allow separation—not even in death.
Both Jaxon’s and my inner beast hissed their agreement with our alpha dragon’s declaration.
Patrick’s eyes slid shut, and he lowered his head.
“What?” Jaxon asked as something niggled in the back of Patrick’s mind.
“A patient of mine said that what I’ve been driven to find my entire life exists in the void I’ve attempted to imprison inside my soul. She claimed I would never be happy until I became one with that part of me.”
“Is she a fortune teller?” Jaxon asked as I sifted through Patrick’s words and the reality of the supernatural.
“She’s Blood Born,” I stated the only truth possible, a conclusion he had come to as well.
“Yes,” Patrick said before filling his lungs and heaving another heavy exhale. “But I can’t—Jesus fucking Christ, I can’t just flip a switch and let this thing inside me have control. It’s…weak. Impulsive. So damned…needy.”
Jaxon’s grimace perfectly portrayed the insecurity slapping his face at our alpha’s descriptors, two of which he embodied.
I took his hand in my own. “I love your impulsiveness and how desperate you are for my love and affection.”
Patrick enjoyed the second, but the first? Not so much. “Only because it gets you into trouble,” he muttered, trying to reassure our beta.
“There’s nothing weak about your other half,” I stated firmly. “He is just driven by instinct to fulfill your destiny. The desire for unity with your mates and our responsibility to keep the royal Blood Born line from extinction.”
Patrick met my stare as the thoughts that both of us belonged to the ruling lines of old slid through our minds.
She had told him—the patient he’d mentioned.
“I want to meet her,” I stated.
“You can’t.”
I huffed, lips thinning.
Silence descended as a sense of peace over our first…fight as a throuple, drew near its end.
The girl—Emelia, my alpha’s dragon supplied—had spoken truth gifted to her by our ancestors. Patrick would not experience true rest or enjoy the fulfillment he’d been searching for until he submitted himself to reality.
