Page 88 of Destined By Dragonblood
Vanni
Dolyn taking off without a word was like getting dumped all over again. With every hour that had passed, both Ashley and I felt sure he wouldn’t return. My feet grew antsy, and even though Ashley clung to me, I couldn’t calm myself enough to offer her the sense of solidity she searched for.
I put her over my lap and reddened her ass at her insistence, but even the release she’d soaked my thigh with didn’t give her respite from worry.
Neither of us slept worth a shit on Dolyn’s bed, and in the morning, we packed up a few days’ worth of clothes. I booked a flight to Idaho Falls Regional, the closest I could get to the Tetons on short notice. Add a two-hour trip by car onto the end of the excursion, and we found ourselves exhausted and hard up to find accommodations in Jackson Hole, Wyoming.
Awareness of Dolyn had grown with every shortened mile between us, and both of our insides fluttered with anticipation. Mine, however, was laced with darkness, a deep-seated need to punish him for what he’d done to our female.
And myself.
Therapy had helped me work through most of my ex’s abandonment, but my connection with Dolyn went far deeper than anything I’d experienced before. Even though we hadn’t been intimate, the small touches we’d shared linked us together with an unbreakable bond.
He belonged to me, and I to him.
Need.
My teeth gritted over the voice I’d grown accustomed to but wasn’t yet comfortable with. I tried to see it as another part of me rather than some sort of parasite, but I struggled with this new reality.
An inner beast.
Yessss.
He needed to shut the fuck up so I could sleep.
Ashley snuggled against my side on the lumpy mattress, the sheets smelling of our cum and sweat. Even though tiredness had tugged harshly on both of us, our naked flesh coming together demanded more than a snuggle.
The sun rose, and I felt more tired than the day before, my eyes gritty and mind hazed.
We’d made the right call in heading to where Elijah had told us his ancestral home lay, but where to go next and how to find his home escaped us. There was no listing of Dolyn Kemmerly—or anyone with that surname nearby. An old phonebook in the seedy motel room we’d managed to land a ways from Jackson Hole didn’t offer shit, and exactly as Elijah had warned us, Dolyn wasn’t on social media.
Thankfully, my club ran like a well-oiled machine, two of my dominants on staff more than able to manage the place in my absence. We would stay however long it was necessary to locate our mate.
We had breakfast at a little restaurant that made the most delicious homemade biscuits I’d ever tasted. Our waitress hadn’t ever heard of Dolyn or anyone matching his description. Asking around town over the next couple of hours didn’t offer any leads.
We felt Dolyn to the north, and the farther we went from Jackson Hole, the stronger the elusive cord between us became. Far from a pinpointed way, but a sense of rightness, a drawing of sorts that kept our focus on the snow-covered mountain range and gathering storm clouds.
The Tetons rose on our left, majestic and breath-catching, as otherworldly as Dolyn in that they appeared like a painted backdrop, much too beautiful for our earth.
“He’d said Grand Teton—not plural.”
I nodded absently at Ashley’s murmur, something she’d said a handful of times already. Gaze fixed on the range’s tallest peak, I knew she spoke the truth. “Can you feel him?”
“I—I think so. It’s more of a sense that I need to go that way.”
I nodded, her explanation on point. Bundled in winter gear we’d grabbed before leaving New York, we sat cocooned in the SUV I’d rented, safe from the light snow swirling in eddies of wind that had begun to blow over the road.
Our third day without Dolyn had proved more taxing than the others as weariness from travel settled into our bones. I glanced over at Ashley to find purple bruises beneath her wide eyes, her shoulders slumped.
“What’s the plan?” she whispered, purple-hued eyes cutting across the car’s interior to gaze at the cragged peaks on my left.
“We’ll find him, chain him to a fucking wall so he can’t take off again, get some much-needed rest, then wake up and fuck him until he can’t walk.”
A spike of arousal shot across the cord between us, her tangy scent filling my nose and stiffening my cock.
She cast me a small smile. “Even tired enough to sleep for twenty-four hours straight, I crave you.”
“Same, baby.” I reached over and squeezed her hand before lacing my fingers through hers. The contact, the skin on skin I had longed for, for months, soothed me in ways I never realized I’d needed in my life.
