Blood Legacy Chapter 125: 123. I like you better naked

Darius' car kept making loud, roaring noises as I desperately tried and tried to make it move out of the driveway, to no avail.

He was still sleeping when I'd woken up this morning, lying sprawled over his makeshift mattress and completely unresponsive even throughout my rather loud and very busy morning routine.

He hadn't woken up even as I ran around my room stark naked and dripping from the shower I'd just taken in my haste to get ready as fast as possible, throwing clothes around and bottles of lotions, perfume, make-up and whatnot.

And now we were trying to get his monster of a car to work -my sister and I- so that we could finally go to school.

"I think you're doing it wrong, maybe you should shift the stick thingy where it points to one!" Dre shouted through all those angry noises the car kept making as I repeatedly pressed the gas pedal.

"I'm trying, dude!" I spewed back with irritation, right before the engine sputtered and killed itself yet again.

"Well, you're doing it wrong!" She complained and I turned my head to throw her an annoyed glower, my hand hovering over the ignition button as I paused my actions for a moment.

"Do you wish to switch places with me, try your luck here?" My brow raised and she immediately shook her head with refusal, her expression panicky and distressed.

"I thought so!" I slapped my hands against the steering wheel and blew out a sigh, letting out a grunt before I turned on the engine and tried to shift into gear yet again, only to have the car making those angry sounds all over again, however not moving a single inch on the driveway.

"Ugh!" I growled with bubbling anger.

"You know what, I will never understand why the fucking hell you decided to leave our fucking car at the hospital instead of driving it back home like a normal fucking being!" I shouted out loud, repeatedly slamming my palms against the steering wheel after every word, making the car emit short honks.

"I was just...!"

"What? You were what?!?" I screamed back at her and shifted into gear yet again, furiously glowering at her dumb face as the car made a single back and forth motion before dying out all over again.

But she suddenly let out a short and sharp scream, the "we've got caught" scream and I instinctually turned my head to look through the windshield, only to notice a very angry-looking Darius standing right in front of the car.

"Shit!" I hissed as we both watched him round the car and head straight to the driver's door, softly opening it with a click.

I froze in place and stared back at him like a little kid that got caught doing something bad, noticing that he still had those tiny pyjama shorts on. And nothing else.

I heard my sister let out a low whistle from behind me and I turned to give her an incredulous look, only to notice the way her head comically tilted to the side as she continued to stare at Darius' chiseled body with blatant curiosity and interest.

"Ugh, just look away!" I mumbled with annoyance and her gaze shifted to me, throwing me a flat look.

"You're joking, right?"

I lightly shook my head and decided to ignore her, my attention reverting to Darius.

"What were you trying to do?" He spoke but I unfortunately failed to look him in the eyes, finding myself struck by that perverted fever too as I couldn't stop my gaze from casually flitting over his bare body.

"Driving ourselves to school?" I meekly squeaked out with uneasiness, forcing out an awkward smile as my gaze found his again.

He remained silent for a moment, that frown marring his handsome face eventually fading away as he peered between us. And with a tired sigh he lastly said,

"I'll take you,"

"Wait in the car, I'll go dress up," And with that he turned and left, leaving the car door open.

I blew out a relieved breath and sunk in that seat for a moment, secretly feeling so thankful for having him as my first soulmate. He was so kind and patient with me, even when I didn't necessarily deserve it. I mean, I knew that I was a fucking spoiled brat sometimes. I was perfectly aware of it. But I just couldn't help it. It was in my nature. I was literally born that way.

"Dude," I suddenly heard my sister say and I dully turned my head to look at her, noticing that distraught look in her eyes as she absently said,

"I think I just wet my panties a little. And it's not because of your shitty driving,"

**

The car smoothly glided down the road as we drove in complete and utter silence, its tires barely producing any sound as they rolled down the asphalt at a levelled speed.

I sat there in the front passenger seat with my arms firmly crossed over my chest, vehemently refusing to acknowledge either of the two other people occupying the car for two very different reasons. My sister because she made the stupid decision of leaving our car at the hospital, inevitably putting us in this dumb situation and Darius... Well, let's just say that I was slowly starting to grow kinda frustrated with him after all those words that he'd said to me last night.

I didn't exactly feel too thrilled about it. About his selfless and righteous decision not to touch me before that damned mark disappeared altogether from my neck.

I did understand it though. I wasn't a fucking monster. _Unlike other people I knew._

But that didn't mean that I didn't feel fucking bummed about it.

_I mean look at him!_ My lips slightly parted to blow out a wishful sigh as I let my gaze secretly wander over the entirety of him, weak and helplessly under the spell of his otherworldly looks.

Goddamn. Even my sister had drooled at the sight of his godly body. And she was happily mated! To a freaking girl!

I almost let out a mournful mewl, the sound dying in my throat as those black eyes discreetly shifted to peer down at me, conveying what his mouth was refusing to utter.

_I know, kitten. I feel it too._

I thickly swallowed and straightened back in my seat, forcing myself not to look at him again as we rode the rest of the way in that same deafening silence, my hands eagerly flinging that car door open the very second he parked in the school's parking lot.

I needed to get away from him. And that as fast as possible.

I blew out a breath and went to retrieve my backpack from the backseats after my sister had gotten out, carelessly slinging it over my shoulder before I slammed the door shut.

I took a sharp intake of breath as suddenly, he was right there in front of me, his gaze trailing over my body in a not-so-subtle way.

"What? Don't you like my outfit?" I was quick to ask out of pure nervousness, my hands lightly smoothing over my checkered pleated skirt.

I'd gotten used to wearing those dull and baggy sweatshirts and sweatpants day after day after day. But now that he was here, I kinda felt self-conscious and way too embarrassed to keep walking around like that. So I decided to go back to my previous style; sassy rebel schoolgirl.

"You look...very nice..." he visibly swallowed after another generous once-over, my body lighting up like kindling embers under his heated gaze.

"Babe!" I startled at the sound of my sister's screeching cry, my head automatically snapping in the direction it came from.

I watched as Estefany approached our small group, her gait however dull and sluggish as Dre moved closer and raised herself up on her tippy-toes to peck her lips.

"Where have you been? I waited for you all evening!"

She barely responded to Andrea's anguished and loving ministrations, her visibly tired eyes shifting to peer past her mate's shoulder between Darius and I.

My brows furrowed as I could easily notice that hint of guilt and sorrow glinting in them, starting to wonder myself why had she not come to our place last night like she always used to. She loved spending time with my sister! They were inseparable! They slept together every night, whether it was our place or hers!

I couldn't understand. Why would she-

"I'm sorry..." she quietly said as she continued to peer between us like a damn kicked puppy, my eyes widening a little as I lastly realized why.

_Oh crap._

She was with Nate last night.

_Fuck._ I blew out a tired sigh and shifted my attention back to Darius, mentally preparing myself for the shitty day that I already knew I was about to have. I however offered him a light smile, about to turn around and leave when that careful yet determined grip on my wrist pulled me right back into him with a swift move.

I placed a hand on his chest to steady myself, my gaze confused and unsure as I timidly raised it to peer up at him.

"We still have to nurse our bond. Feed into it so that your body strengthens enough to keep you going in my absence," he softly said as his arm snuck around my waist and my brows knitted together, offering him a thoroughly lost look despite those delicious tingles erupting on my skin wherever he touched me.

Nurse our bond? How the hell were we supposed to-

I abruptly stopped mid-thought upon noticing the way his eyes had faintly misted with desire as he continued to peer down at me.

What-

"May I?" He roughly whispered, his other hand snaking to rest over the side of my neck and I found myself letting out a quick nod, my heart already banging with excitement and anticipation as I honestly had no idea what he wanted to do to me. But I wanted him to do it anyway.

He smiled; one that made my pussy quiver and I had to suck in a breath as he leaned over and pressed his lips against my cheek into a soft and sweet kiss.

I let out a small and pleased sigh, but he wasn't done yet. Instead he placed another kiss, this one closer to the corner of my mouth and I licked my lips with anticipation, so eager to finally taste his again. But just as he was about to finally kiss me, he suddenly shifted and buried his face in my neck instead, deeply inhaling.

I almost moaned with delight at the feel of him there, my hand fisting his shirt at the same time as he pulled me closer and pressed my body against his, allowing me to feel every dip and every bump of his hard body. Even that-

I mewled out with pleasure the very moment his mouth latched against the sensitive skin there, so wickedly teasing me as he licked and nibbled with skilled strokes and nips.

Holy shit.

I was shaking. He'd barely touched me and yet I was already a trembling and panting mess in his arms, ready to combust from the overwhelming pleasure.

He continued to kiss me there and I held onto him with everything I had, passingly taking notice of the fact that that was the unmarked side of my neck he was kissing, the other completely covered by his large palm. And soon, those familiar wisps of his magic started to seep into me through our connecting skin, gently calling out for my own.

It teased and caressed it, together entwining like lovers' hands before that powerful sense of serenity hit me, for once in my life actually feeling so...complete. It felt like a puzzle piece that had been missing, so perfectly aligning with the dips and edges of my very soul.

And the very moment he pulled back, slowly detaching his lips from my skin and those sparks of magic from inside of me I almost cried out at the loss of them, so desperately yearning for more as he sensually whispered in my ear,

"Call me if you start feeling sick again.

Oh and, I liked better the way you looked this morning,"

This morning?!? But I wasn't-

...wearing anything this morning.