Blood Legacy Chapter 124: 122. The vow

My heart threatened to beat out of my chest, rapidly pounding with urgency as I sat still on that bed, my limbs lightly trembling.

I didn't dare move or make a sound, the random book in my hand long forgotten as I closely listened in for any sounds coming from the other side of that door. _Nothing._

To say that I was nervous was an understatement. I was a fucking shivering mess. Darius was right there, behind that door, in my bathroom, getting ready for the night. He'd been reluctant to leave my side, even in the detriment of sleeping in an actual bed as his concern of my body crashing again trumped all that. Apparently, this magical tether between us was the only thing giving me enough strength to go through with the full process of erasing Nate's mark without freaking dying or something. And for that, Darius had to keep as close as possible, allowing his magic and the bond reach me and keep me alive.

And now I felt like a little schoolgirl, about to be alone in a room with her crush.

_Fuck._ I sat up straighter between the fluffy pillows, making sure that I still looked good in those satin pajamas. They barely covered anything and I was actually starting to feel kinda chilly but I didn't dare use my duvet to warm myself up a little.

I wanted look good for him. As good as possible.

So I flicked my still damp hair behind my shoulder and bent my knees, adopting a sexy siren position over the bed as I pretended to read from the book.

Except the moment that bathroom door suddenly flung open I almost threw that book away as I couldn't stop myself from jolting with surprise and anticipation.

My breathing quickened yet I willed myself to remain calm, my gaze still trained on the intangible words on the book's pages for another few seconds. Until curiosity finally got the best of me, so I timidly raised my gaze from the page.

I thickly swallowed, my eyes widening a little as I found myself staring at a very naked Darius bathed in the soft glow of my bedside lamp, those small pajama shorts on his ass barely leaving anything to the imagination.

There were tiny droplets still trailing over his golden skin here and there as he casually dried his wet hair with a small towel, those bulging muscles on his torso and arm flexing so deliciously with every small movement.

_Holy sweet Jesus, take me now._

I watched a bigger droplet trail from the side of his corded neck, towards the middle of his hard-looking chest and then all the way between the bumps and dips of his firm abs, finishing its journey between the smooth space of that very prominent v-line, where the waistband of his light blue shorts swallowed it.

My eyelids fluttered and I could feel my panties wetting, my cheeks flaming so hotly as I instinctually clenched my thighs together.

_Oh no._

I immediately started praying to all the gods out there that he wouldn't smell me, embarrassment flooding me like hot lava as those black eyes suddenly darted to me.

That predatorial glint made its appearance into them and I had to swallow again, remaining completely still as I honestly had no idea what to do next.

Do I open my legs into a silent invitation and beckon him in my bed, letting him ravage me like my body so desperately yearned for it? Or do I run away like that innate instinct pressed at me to, risking of him actually catching me and possibly even lose control of his wolf? I knew that that was a possibility, that it could've actually happened. Nathan had explained to me so many times before that their wolves acted on pure instinct and they were actually very powerful, sometimes being capable of even taking control by force, suppressing their human nature to the point where they ended up acting like wild animals, like David's wolf for example.

I still hadn't gotten to meet Darius' wolf yet, find out what he was like, if he was lenient like Nathan's, or rather savage like David's. And I've seen enough of that monstruous thing between his legs to realize that he could actually hurt me, had he ever tried to take me brutally.

I watched that towel slip from his hand, those black eyes still regarding me so intently before they closed for a second, slowly exhaling through his nose. And the very moment he made a step in my direction I almost gave in to instinct and darted out of that bed, so painfully torn between lust and fear.

My hand gripped the sheets beneath me so incredibly tight, forcing myself to remain there, despite my warring thoughts and feelings.

He slowly made his way straight towards the bed and I carefully watched him, my breathing shaky and uneven until I lastly noticed him picking up my fluffy duvet, his gaze turning tender and soft as he covered my trembling body so caringly.

"Kitten, you're freezing. Why didn't you tuck yourself in?" He said and my brows knitted together, dumbly watching him as he offered me a warm smile, his head lightly shaking before he went to retrieve his discarded towel and put it somewhere in the bathroom.

I was still blown away by his incredibly composed behavior by the time he'd emerged again from the bathroom, dumbly watching him as he made his way towards the makeshift mattress lying right next to my bed and laid himself down, disappearing from my view.

I let that book fall from my hand and turned on my tummy, timidly peeking past the edge of my bed.

He was already lying down on his back, an arm lazily draped over his eyes as he slowly breathed, his body barely covered by the thin blanket my sister had purposely given him, in hopes that he would give in and choose to sleep next to me instead, in my bed.

"You sure you're comfortable down there?" I meekly asked and he expressed a small smile, making my pussy flutter at the sexy sight of it.

He looked so incredibly hot, lying down there with his arm covering his beautiful eyes, his hard muscles still on full display as that blanket covered only the lower half of his body.

"Very,"

My brows furrowed a little, slightly disappointed by his answer even though only moments ago I was shaking like a leaf at the prospect of us actually having sex tonight.

It kinda hurt my female pride. And before I could even try to stop myself those exact words tumbled past my lips,

"I take it you're only here because the bond demands it then? For my safety and my safety only?"

That arm slipped away from his eyes, his eyelids snapping open. He stared at the ceiling for a single second before his head turned to look up at me, hurt filling them the very moment he noticed the hint of pain in mine.

"You, are the only one I think about. The one I obsess over like a damn psychopath, ever since I firstly saw you in my dreams," he said with raw sincerity as he rose himself up into a sitting position, my lips parting open from the sheer astonishment and surprise.

"I desire you so much it actually scares me, for you're so delicate and precious, even my mildest touch feels too rough for your perfect skin. And I am well aware that I don't deserve you yet I crave so much for you, I would give anything to have at least one taste from that sweet and intoxicating nectar that is dripping into your panties whenever you look at me. I would forsake my Goddess. Tear her down from the sky, even. I would forfeit life all over again, if it meant getting to hear your pleas, your pleasured moans and my name rolling off your tongue as I loved you into oblivion. I would kill, Carina. Rip the sacred Moon from the sky for a single taste of you," he so seriously vowed, my cheeks burning and my heart pumping with urgency at the sinful mental images his words had created in my head.

We were both sitting now, facing each other, his gaze holding my own hostage as he uttered all those things to me, shaking me to my very core.

"But my brother is still out there, nursing a broken heart. And I could never do that to him. I could never hurt him like that. It would break him, Carina," his voice wavered, lacing with pain and dejection and I had to swallow that boulder that suddenly lodged itself in my throat, a million thoughts now racing through my mind. About that bond between Nathan and I that was slowly dissolving, his betrayal and what he must feel now that he knew that his brother was actually alive and he was also his former mate's first soulmate.

"I know what it feels like," he quietly said, gently touching that tiny scar in the middle of his chest with his fingertips. I followed the action with my gaze.

"I could never be this selfish. Not with him. He's my blood. My family, and I love him, stubborn and childish as he is,"

"So until that bond breaks completely, until his mark fades away from your skin and you're actually ready to be with me, I will not touch you," he sincerely vowed, my heart sinking a little at the mere sound of it.

"I will not lay a single finger on your body, no matter how much I yearn to. Not until I know for certain that it will not hurt him. And that you're completely ready and willing to have me,"

Gods be damned. Now I really wanted for him to revoke that statement.