Page 89 of Destined By Dragonblood
Ashley had awakened my life with sunshine and warmth, thawing the coldness in my heart.
Then Dolyn had come in like a wrecking ball, making me yearn for things I’d never considered before.
Ours was a fucked-up situation, an out-of-this world circumstance, but I didn’t want to live any other way. During the long flight, I relived our meeting Dolyn in my mind, and every second leading to where we’d ended up on a westbound flight for Idaho, knowing, somehow assured, that the three of us belonged together.
How the fuck that would work, I didn’t have a clue. I hoped like hell that having dragonblood would make a threesome outside of the bedroom easier than I imagined. Three personalities, three individual minds and wants, regardless of the strange bonding of emotions—it promised to be one hell of a trying ride, especially with my past, Ashley’s continued journey toward healing, and who the fuck knew what Dolyn’s trauma entailed.
Considering his conflicting emotions and unease, I didn’t imagine his past had been pretty.
Talking Dolyn into accepting us would be the first hurdle in our path heading to the happily ever after Ashley spoke of and I longed to give her.
I didn’t imagine any picket fences or little cherub faces in our images. Instead, I envisioned a dungeon where I could keep my precious mates. Give them the darkness in my soul they both longed for. Offer them the pleasure their submission would ensure.
If Dolyn allowed himself to let go like I expected his beast drove him to do.
My dick thickened at the thought of having his complete submission. I wanted him under me, accepting every inch of my dick into his body, holding my gaze as I laid claim—and waste—to the soul he’d known until meeting me.
He belonged to me, and nothing was going to stop me from taking what was mine. I would not be denied—as his alpha, he would bow to me.
Yessss.
The voice in me whispered more with every passing day.
“I feel it too,” Ashley whispered, squeezing my fingers and drawing my mind back to the SUV. “The darkness inside.”
I shook my head at the absurdity of our conversation even though its truth resonated inside me. “Does it speak to you?”
“It’s my newest best friend.” Ashley laughed lightly, her voice shaky.
“Does the voice long for not just connection but pain?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“And Dolyn?”
Ashley chewed on her lower lip, and I squeezed her hand to get her to stop. “He soothes the darkness inside.” Her brow furrowed as though searching for words. “He’s the gentleness I lost, the tender loving I never expected to find let alone enjoy. Does that make sense?”
I sifted through the emotions and hazy thoughts simmering from her, trying to understand her words. “I think so, yes.”
She heaved a sigh but leaned forward a second later as we neared a closed-off intersection. “Turn left.”
As though of the same mind, my brain had already made the choice to do as she said.
I pulled the SUV to a stop, eyeing the gate. “Stay here in the warmth.”
She nodded, and I climbed out, the wind bitter and biting against my exposed face.
Better sense should have sent us southward toward Jackson Hole, but an urging kept me focused on moving nearer to the mountains.
The gate sat unlocked and swung open, the road beyond unplowed but easily seen with perhaps three inches of snow atop from a previous storm.
Seconds later, I climbed back into the SUV, shivering. “Goddamn, it’s cold out there.”
Ashley didn’t speak, simply stared ahead at the looming snow-covered crags fading from sight beneath heavy clouds. She didn’t mention waiting out the storm at our motel, and neither did I.
We drove in silence, deeper into the wilderness, the road narrowing and eventually fading into unplowed white. I pulled the SUV to a stop and put it in park.
“Now what?” Ashley asked, her voice small.
