Blood Legacy Chapter 106: 104. In your eyes

The sounds of my own soft snores managed to nudge me awake, hearing that little purr and its mild vibration in my nose and mouth.

I abruptly stopped and let out a small yawn, taking notice of that firm pillow underneath my cheek. My brows furrowed, snapping my eyelids open, noticing the familiar room and bed I was in.

*Oh shit.*

Why the hell was I lying across it though?

I didn't dare move -not that I could anyway- curiously gazing at that muscled and veiny arm loosely draped across my chest, his big hand engulfing my small shoulder completely as I safely rested there, in the crook of his arm.

I could feel the way his other hand was splayed over my stomach, keeping me trapped against him and allowing me to feel every dip and every bump of his muscled torso. The scorching heat of his body. That powerful and slow heartbeat banging against my back. His equally slow and measured breaths gently warming up the top of my head with every exhale. His thighs and knees touching the back of my own.

Why was I here? What the fuck happened last night?

I could feel that he was completely dressed though, which brought me a small sense of relief, curiously enough not because I was afraid that he might've taken advantage of me but rather because I wanted to be able to remember my first time with him...which was very mind-boggling.

I couldn't understand why I seemed to trust him so much and generally feel so safe around him. Even now when he was holding me trapped in his arms like this, with no means of escape...oddly enough, I didn't even feel trapped. At all. If anything, I actually didn't even want to leave that safe and incredibly comfortable place.

Why didn't I want to leave?

I couldn't feel a single ounce of panic or even a little bit of awareness.

It was like I was supposed to be there. In his arms. Like he was supposed to hold me and love me and keep me safe. Like he was supposed to be mine. And I his. It didn't even make any sense. Yet surprisingly enough, I couldn't even bring myself to care.

I could feel him blowing out a longer and heavier breath of air through his nostrils, gently ruffling my hair and warming up my scalp. I couldn't understand that immediate bout of excitement and anticipation that bubbled up within me at the thought of him waking up, my heart merrily jumping and my core heating.

Oh. *Oh shit*.

I squeezed my thighs together, feeling so embarrassed as I recalled that he was a werewolf too, and he could probably smell me exactly like Nathan had explained to me that they could.

*Holy crap. Now I really don't want him to wake up.*

I let out a tiny and strangled noise, eyes wide as those arms wrapped around me a little tighter and pulled me into his chest, his nostrils deeply inhaling as he hugged me as if he didn't want to let me go.

*..."I love the way you smell. Soulmates always smell incredible to each other. It's one of the things that draw us in, help us recognize our mates easier..."*

Those words suddenly whispered themselves in my head, making my heart beat faster and the tiny hairs on my body stand on end. And the very moment those arms loosened around me I shot up faster than a bullet and scooted away from him over that bed, eyes wild but my heart painfully squeezing with an immediate sense of loss, desperately pushing at me to throw myself right back in between those protective and comforting arms.

His black eyes met my own, regarding me with understanding rather than confusion and my brows furrowed, curiously watching him in response.

"How's your head?"

I blinked a few times and stared back at him, confusion clouding my features.

"Huh?"

"You drank half a bottle of vodka yesterday. All by yourself. I imagine that you don't exactly feel all peachy and fresh now," he softly explained, dragging a hand through his lush and jet black locks before he sat up, giving me a better view at that crumpled shirt hugging his broad torso, his general appearance so lazy and relaxed and ruffled with sleep.

I could feel my cheeks heating up as the memories of last night started to come back to me, one by one as I sat there and stared back at him, remembering all those crazy and mortifying things I did and said to him.

*Shit.*

However, the oddest thing was that I didn't feel sick like, at all. I knew that I should've. And yet I didn't. In fact, I actually felt refreshed and relaxed. Like I'd just had the best sleep of my life.

I watched his lips spread into a heart-stealing smile, the sight of it sending a heated impulse straight to my pussy. *Oh my god!* My eyes widened again and I uncomfortably squirmed a little, feeling so embarrassed for my body's rather wanton reactions.

But he didn't seem to care or even notice as he slowly got up to his feet and stretched a little bit, giving me a very enjoyable view of his round and firm butt, so nicely hugged by those black business pants he was wearing.

"Come on, wifey. We have a lot of practice awaiting us today," he lazily threw over his shoulder and I furiously blushed, so utterly mortified upon remembering how I'd so boldly called him my husband last night more than once along with requesting other unsavory things from him.

*Fuck!*

**

Every single tiny little hair and nerve ending in my body stood on high alert, so painfully aware of his presence right behind me as we walked through the forest at a slow pace.

He'd let me take a shower and then fed me, gave me some proper clothes to change into and even shoes -finally- and now we were trudging through the forest for a nice and relaxing walk. Which by the way was anything but.

The sun was up and the air was fresh and crisp, so perfectly enjoyable. But I couldn't feel any of it. My body and mind were too preoccupied with the crunch in his heavy and determined footsteps, his slow and steady breaths and that scorching feel of his nearness.

And now that we'd also slept together -well, not *together* together but in each other's arms anyway- I kinda seemed to feel increasingly more aware of him.

Yeah. It felt weird.

It felt weird and I couldn't understand why I seemed to be enjoying it so much though. My body was buzzing with electricity. My breaths were heavier. My stomach tingling.

But I willed myself to ignore it and kept on walking, absently staring straight ahead. Trees. Only tree trunks and bushes and dead leaves...Small patches of moss. Of grass. Silence. The soft sounds of rustling leaves in the tall trees. His powerful breaths. His pressing footsteps.

I almost mewled out loud with frustration, feeling like a damn cat in heat that wanted to raise her behind up in the air and wait for the male to mount her. It was so freaking annoying.

I wanted him to chase me. I wanted to become his prey. I wanted him to hunt me down and catch me and then ravage me. Tear me apart and then mend me back. I wanted him to rip my clothes off. Take me and dominate me like the powerful male he was.

I didn't know what was happening to me. Or why.

And the worst part was that I didn't even feel scared. Or guilty.

"Can you feel it?"

I thickly swallowed at the sound of his incredibly enticing and sensual voice, pushing down that mildly raising heat within me.

"Feel what?" I immediately felt so embarrassed for the way my voice came out. So soft and breathless. So I awkwardly cleared out my throat, praying to god that he hadn't noticed.

"The elements around you. The energy. Nature,"

*Oh I definitely feel it. I feel it so fucking hard.* I mentally groaned with annoyance, hating the way my body responded again at that sultry lilt of his manly voice. It made my lower stomach quiver.

"Nope. I don't feel anything," I lied through my teeth, both to myself and him.

"Come with me," he suddenly said and before I could question him he had already wrapped his much larger palm around my own, tugging me after him.

I tensed at that sudden tingly feeling in my hand and arm, sucking in a small breath of air as he continued to drag me after him, completely unaware.

And after only a few more minutes of walking we entered a very small clearing, barely the size of a regular room.

Soft and fluffy patches of moss covered the hard and uneven soil and he pulled me closer to a bigger one, letting go of my hand before he lowered himself and sat down, adopting a criss-crossed position.

"Come. Have a seat with me, please,"

I reluctantly lowered myself and copied his position, seating myself right in front of him.

Our eyes met and I immediately felt that warm tingle in my lower belly again, in sync with my pussy.

Fuck.

I swallowed and struggled to appear as unaffected as possible, quietly staring back at him as he regarded me with those beautiful black eyes.

He looked so ethereally handsome. Like a dark angel. A cold and merciless god. His face was chiseled to perfection, his jawline defined and those cheekbones high. There wasn't a single blemish on his sun-kissed skin, his lips such a sweet pink, so luscious and inviting. And those eyes...they were...hypnotic. So tragically dark and refined, faintly misted and dreamy. Such majestic elegance reflected in them. In their smooth lines. Those black and curved lashes. And those arched brows.

A gentle breeze ruffled at his lush raven hair, messing with those strands fallen over his forehead and my hand itched to push them away, making me ball it into a fist and hide it underneath my leg instead.

I needed to get ahold of myself. Control myself. I wasn't supposed to act like this. He wasn't mine and I wasn't his, even though it hurt like hell. The mere thought of him not being mine.

I had my own soulmate, and he had his. Even though he'd lost his. And mine hurt me by lying to me.

However, this thing inside of me didn't seem to care. About any of those facts. It only cared about him and only him. It wanted him. It yearned for him. But it wasn't simple lust what I was feeling. It was more than that. It felt primal. Almost like an instinct.

"Carina,"

I almost closed my eyes and hummed with delight at the sound of my name rolling off his tongue so melodically, blinking a few times as I struggled to hold myself in check.

*What are you doing to me? Why am I feeling like this?*

"I want you to focus. Close your eyes and let yourself feel. Feel the world around you,"

I listened to him and did as instructed, my eyelids fluttering closed before I drew in a lungful of air, and tried to focus. And feel.

I did focus. And I did feel. Except that it wasn't the world around me. It was him. His presence. His radiating heat. The sounds of his breathing.

*What are you doing to me?*

That question kept repeating itself in my head, goading me and before I could even try to stop myself or even think twice I opened my eyes and stared back at him with fear and vulnerability.

"Can I ask you something?"

His features remained impassive, but I could see that tiny hint of hurt and sorrow glinting in them.

"I need you to be honest with me," My voice trembled. Why did it tremble like that? I needed it to be firm and strong, not feeble and shaky.

So I drew in a breath and willed myself to remain calm, despite that growing fear within me. A fear of him hurting me too. Of him breaking my heart, exactly like his brother did.

"Have you ever used magic on me?" There. It was out there. I needed to know. I needed to be sure. I needed to know, even though the answer was possibly about to destroy me.

"Are you using your magic to make me feel certain ways?" I further elaborated my question as I couldn't help but feel so impatient for the answer, my voice raising a little and trembling again.

Fuck. I was going to cry.

"What kind of ways?" He calmly asked in reply and I wanted to just scream at him and let myself cry, my chin trembling as I fought so hard with myself not to do all those things.

But he only regarded me for another moment, examining that look in my glassy eyes and that slight tremble in my chin.

"I haven't. You would feel it if I did. I can't use my magic on you without you feeling it. You have your own and it would immediately react to mine," he said and I had to suck in a breath, peering into those cold and dark eyes in search for any hint of dishonesty. There was none.

"Here, I will show you," he stretched out his open palm into a silent invitation and I reluctantly placed mine in his, ignoring that tingly feeling in my body.

"You can close your eyes if you want to. Or don't. It works either way,"

I hesitated for another moment before I lastly let my eyes flutter closed, giving in to whatever was about to happen.

Except that nothing could've ever prepared me for what happened next.

It started as a warm feeling first. A tingly and warm sensation of a ghost touch on my skin. A million tiny kisses on the back of my hand. My fingertips. But then it entered my veins. My bloodstream. It became hot and demanding and it started to travel throughout my entire body. It pushed its way into my heart. And I let it. My body let it. It didn't feel weird or intruding. It felt safe. And familiar. As if it was my own. My body recognized it. My very essence. And then it started to blend with it, creating a strong and powerful fusion. A ball of hot lava that melted inside of me, inside my very core.

I audibly mewled, liking the way it felt. It felt familiar and...mine. It belonged to me. It was made for me. For my own essence. It was made to merge with whatever was inside of me and make sweet sweet love to it, like two passionate lovers.

I could hear myself pant like an air-deprived being, blasted into that earth-shattering feeling within me as that molten lava continued to caress my insides until I abruptly let go with a loud scream, the world spinning around me as I barely felt myself fall on my back.

I was still panting, shaking and so dizzy as the world continued to spin around me until that familiar and beautiful face appeared in my line of sight.

He snuck a hand underneath the back of my neck and helped me sit up, and only then did I finally notice that equally distraught look in his dark eyes.

"What...was that?" I weakly asked him, blinking away that hazy feeling.

"That was your magic merging with my own,"