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Something I’d never done for him, and now I knew why. Elijah had never been mine, and I’d wasted ten years searching for a female who didn’t exist for us.
Home.
Mates.
“I have to go.” I stood, suddenly striding toward the door.
“Dolyn!” Dakota called out, halting my momentum.
She left her mates’ side and approached on near-silent feet, hand outstretched. “May I?”
Swallowing hard, I nodded, remembering all too well what had happened the last time this gifted woman had touched my skin. I’d seen a vision of my mates and had experienced a bit of her own joy through the momentary connection between us.
Her slender hand rested against my left pec, and images rushed through my brain, stealing my breath and causing my cock to swell and tent the blanket wrapped tight around my waist.
“Oh, my.” She giggled and stepped away. “You’d best get home, Dolyn. That bonding, the green fire wrapping tightly around the three of you, well.” She laughed again and fanned her face.
Jon growled.
Elijah chuckled and held his beta’s forearm with a firm grip to keep him from stalking forward.
I peered into Dakota’s eyes, wanting her to see the depths of my thanks for her—and her possessive husband. “I hope you will allow our children to meet some day.”
Her smile dazzled, and I understood Elijah’s infatuation with his female, who was almost as lovely as my Ashley. “I would love nothing more. And if your female gives birth to a male, all the better,” she said with a wink.
Jon snorted. “Not fucking happening, baby. You can get that goddamned thought right out of your pretty little head.”
Ignoring his declaration, I spun away, ready to return to the ones who hopefully awaited my return. It wasn’t as if they could escape the mountain, considering the weather when I’d left, but Vanni had the mental fortitude of ten men.
I wouldn’t put anything past my alpha.
Chapter 34
Vanni
There was no TV or radio to entertain us as the days passed. The levels of our arousal intensified, but neither of us found true satisfaction like when we had enjoyed having Dolyn in the mix.
When not kissing, sucking, or fucking, we snooped around even deeper into what seemed like endless caverns, most empty and unused, covered in dust.
Rather than accompanying us, Tiggy had stayed by the front door, moping, chin resting on his front legs. No amount of hugs, words of love, or scratches pulled him out of his funk. Like him, Ashley started withdrawing into her emotions, anxiety and deepening sadness worsening with every hour.
While I attempted to distract her with exploration, we ended up in the library where I’d tried to make Dolyn submit to me.
But she didn’t want to read.
Was tired of sitting on couches and talking about everything under the sun.
Her jaw and pussy ached from overuse.
At a loss, I watched her from where I sat on the couch, leaned forward, elbows on my knees. She stood in front of the library’s cold fireplace, her back to me, arms crossed as though holding herself together. Yearning radiated off her, causing my lust to rekindle.
Needs Master.
Not lover.
The darkness inside me swirled, waking for the first time since Dolyn’s departure with distinctive words.
“Shit,” I murmured, head hanging with the realization of how badly I had failed my sweet submissive.
