Blood Legacy Chapter 128: 126. He's not evil

My canvas shoe kept on impatiently tapping against the warm asphalt, making small thumping noises.

I had absolutely no idea for how long I'd been sitting here. A minute. An hour, maybe.

It didn't even matter. I didn't even go back to our classes. Or bothered to get my stuff from my locker. I only had my phone and my AirPods on me.

Dre had texted me, several times. But I didn't answer. I couldn't. Not when my throat felt so raw, and my eyes stung so badly. I could even feel my magic stirring within me with unrest, itching to get out. And get revenge.

I needed to stay away from everybody. Steer clear at least until I would've finally managed to get it back under control.

I knew that it was going to be difficult to deal with him. But what he did? It was way too much. Much too evil. Sickening, even. He was diabolical. A fucking psychotic maniac. He was the devil incarnate.

*No wonder why we'd been calling him Satan at the beginning of the school year.*

He was a fucking asshole. An asshole who unfortunately managed to hurt me more times than anyone else ever did. And I despised him for that. I loathed him. He'd taken my heart and toyed with it and yet I'd still wanted to forgive and forget, for the sake of everything that had ever been good between us. But now, now I really wanted to hurt him. Make him suffer like he'd begged me to.

I angrily wiped those tears away from my cheeks, my gaze darting to the familiar sleek black SUV parking just a few steps away from where I sat on the sidewalk.

I immediately got up to my feet and then made my way straight towards it, my gait angry and determined.

I flung the door open and hopped into the front passenger seat, my heart stuttering the very moment my eyes fell on the gorgeous male sitting in the driver's seat.

"What's the matter, kitten?"

"Nothing,"

I didn't let him ask me anything else as I suddenly scrambled past the center console, landing straight into his lap.

He let out a strained grunt as I straddled him and purposely pressed my barely covered pussy against the front part of his grey sweatpants, my tiny skirt doing next to nothing to cover my pink panties from his view. Or keep our private parts from getting a thorough feel at each other.

But I didn't care. I wanted him to heal me. Feed the bond, as he'd said so many times before.

*Make that asshole suffer like he so yearned to.*

So I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck and with bated breaths, I let my gaze trail from those enchanting black eyes to his luscious lips, letting out a single shaky exhale before I crashed my lips against his.

Heaven. Pure fucking heaven. That was the only way to describe what I was feeling as I kissed him with all I had. My need. My angst. My burning rage and hurt. I poured it all into that one passionate kiss. And I held him as close as possible, my breasts pressing against his chest as I devoured his mouth, my hand burying into those short locks at the back of his head.

He was simply delicious. So goddamn tasty and I wanted more. So much more.

So I roughly bit his lower lip and then licked it, my core heating up at the sound of that low growl he produced in response. His hands trailed their way under my tiny skirt into a soft caress over the outsides of my bare thighs, his fingers firmly burying into my hips with palpable desire to keep me there. Plastered against him.

I mewled out at that enticing hint of possessiveness in his actions, my hips gaining a mind of their own as they sensually rolled on top of him, my pussy rubbing against his hardened length through our clothes. *Fuck*. We both moaned out in sync at the incredibly arousing feel of it. We'd kissed before. He'd even given me a few delicate and praising touches before under the excuse of my body needing such exchange for the bond to strengthen and keep me alive, but this... This was entirely new and unexplored territory. We'd never done this before. He'd always refrained himself from doing too much, insisting that he didn't want to risk hurting Nate.

But now I was the one who actually wanted to.

And it felt so fucking amazing I just couldn't stop. Even if I would've somehow ended up changing my mind.

I wanted him to have me. Hold me down and ram into me until I cried and begged for him to stop from the sheer exhaustion.

I wanted him to possess me and ravage me, make me take it until I could no more.

I wanted him inside of me. With all my being.

We continued to kiss, our clash becoming more and more thirsty and passionate after every stroke of his tongue and roll of my hips, my throat producing small whimpers and mewls as I could feel myself getting wetter on top of him, and wetter and wetter...

I let one of my hands slide downwards, away from his neck and after reaching the hem of that sleeveless hoodie he was wearing I dove my hand underneath it, languidly caressing his hard abs as I moved higher and higher. I gently pulled back and paused to admire his chiseled body, biting my lower lip as I couldn't help but feel further aroused by what I was seeing. He was built like a god. Carved to perfection. And he was all mine.

"Only mine..." I whispered under my breath and he shuddered underneath me, our gazes meeting again.

He peered down at me with what could only be described as raw, carnal desire, another trickle of liquid heat pooling in my panties.

More. I wanted more.

So I reached between us and tried to dive my hand into his pants, only to suddenly have his wrapped around my wrist, swiftly stopping me.

I blinked with surprise, timidly raising my gaze to look back up at him.

He was still breathing fast and hard, his erection pressing against me with furious want. But he willed himself to calm down, and after a few measured breaths he closed his eyes for a moment, deeply exhaling.

"Kitten, as much as I've been enjoying our sweet little moment here, I'm afraid we need to stop before it goes too far.

I really don't want our first time to be in the crammy seat of this damned car and I can imagine that neither do you.

And I know that you wouldn't deliberately choose to be this cruel to Nate. Your heart is way too kind for that,"

"So tell me now, please, what did he do?" He softly said, his charming eyes regarding me with nothing but patience and understanding, his hand moving to slowly caress my cheek.

Fuck.

There goes my resolve.

**

Many tears and sobs later, I had finally managed to recount everything that happened and what that bastard had told me, despite my earlier desire to get revenge on him instead of just bawling my eyes out like I was right now.

Yet there I was, crying like a little girl in daddy's lap as Darius soothed me and placed gentle kisses over the top of my head, his hand softly rubbing circles on my back.

He tended to have that effect over me. It felt like every time he was around I would inevitably let my guard down, allowing him to see exactly how I felt deep down. There was absolutely no way for me to even try and hide away from him. I stood no chance. I was basically defenseless in the face of his charms. His sweet words and his kindness, his patience and warmth. His soothing touches and kisses.

And I loved it so much. All of it. More than I cared to admit.

"Have you felt anything that night? The night when he supposedly was with Estefany?" He questioned and my brows furrowed, my gaze meeting his again after a small sniffle as I detached my cheek from his left pectoral and raised my chin to look up at him.

"Any pain or even discomfort?"

"Mmm no," I lightly shook my head, my brows though still knitted together as I paused to think.

I could still feel hints of Nathan's emotions here and there. But it was all about distance. The closer we were, the more I could feel of that sliver of connection still tethering us. But whenever he was out of my range of sight it was all silent. Completely nonexistent. Like it hadn't even been there to begin with.

"Then there's your answer," Darius said with the hint of a smile dancing on his lips, my gaze though still confused and disbelieving.

Was it though? Was that connection between us still strong enough to make me feel whenever he was committing acts against it such as having sex with someone else? Either way I had no way of knowing now. Unless I was open for another round of his spiteful words and jeering. Or I could've simply asked Estefany instead. *Yeah, definitely not gonna happen*. I was way too embarrassed to ask her such a thing. Not to mention that I didn't want to risk all this getting to my sister's ears when there was a chance that they hadn't actually done anything.

"From the way I see it, he was just trying to get a rise out of you. I know my brother. Maybe he is a little stubborn and vengeful but he wouldn't stoop so low. No matter how hurt or angry. Not to mention that this is a mated wolf we're talking about. You know how important and sacred mates are for us. We could never hurt one another in such a way," he softly said, his fingers tucking a few rebel strands of hair behind my ear.

"I'm willing to bet that he actually feels remorseful for what he did, for deceiving you like that," he said after a moment and my brows furrowed again, not really believing that.

*Yeah, right. As if he would even care.*

"He's my brother, Carina. I know how his mind works. He may be mean and even taunting sometimes but he's not evil. I know his heart. I know that he's a good man, despite his childish and rebellious ways. I can feel how much he's suffering, even though he's currently refusing to show it to any of us. He feels guilty for what he did and he truly believes that he deserves to suffer."

"And what better way for him to suffer than having to feel us being together?"

"That was why he said what he'd said to you. He knew that you were inevitably going to explode with rage and throw yourself straight in my arms just so that you could get back at him. He was counting on it."

And I'd fallen straight into his trap.

"He's hurting, kitten,"

"And do you know what a wolf does when he's hurting?"

I did now. They bit.