Blood Legacy Chapter 129: 127. I want you

"The night was young...The stars were out, twinkling like glitter in the sky and the moon hung low...

It was Devlin's one last and final chance to uncover the truth; find out who the beautiful girl behind the mask was...the tempting enchantress that kept robbing him of his nightly rest and his daily focus..." Darius' sensual and lulling voice filled my bedroom as he read to me from the same romance novel he'd been reading for a few days now, my skin tingling so deliciously from that soft vibration thrumming within his chest with every word he said.

I snugly laid there in his embrace, feeling so safe and warm as he held me, one arm draped across my chest and with his palm cupping my shoulder whilst the other hand was holding the book he was reading from.

He was resting against my fluffy pillows, his strong and large body so nicely wrapped around me as I sat there in between his toned legs, my back resting against his front.

"Devlin's an idiot," I flatly commented from where I rested my head so peacefully against his firm pectoral, feeling his abdominal muscles tense underneath me as he let out a small chuckle at the sound of that.

"Why would you say that?"

I blew out a sigh, not even bothering to move or even open my eyes as I boredly said in reply,

"Come on, it's pretty obvious that Rosalina is the girl under the mask,"

It was right there, at the beginning of the story. This book was so goddamn predictable already. Boy meets girl at a random masked ball, he likes her, they dance and he doesn't even realize that she's his childhood friend even though all the signs are right there, literally slapping him in the face. Ugh. Boring.

"We don't know that yet," Darius' chest vibrated again against my cheek as he spoke, his words actually making me rise from my very comfortable resting place, my gaze narrowing as I looked up at him.

"Uh, yes we do. She literally told him, "I love dancing under the stars, Devlin"," I used a high-pitched voice as I said that last sentence and he let out another chuckle, his gaze filled with mirth as he peered down at me.

"And it was exactly what she told him back when they were only fifteen! He should've remembered that since he claims that he's so "enchanted" with her!" I rambled on with conviction whilst Darius kept on watching me, quietly listening to what I had to say.

"What?" I lastly said as I noticed him staring at me a little too intently, that sexy smile still plastered over his lips.

"Whaaaat, come on, tell me," I insisted with a whining tone as few moments passed and he had yet to give me an answer, my cheeks heating up a little as I noticed that subtle change in the way he looked at me.

He kinda looked like he was ready to eat me.

"I like the way you look when you're trying to prove your point. There's that fire in your eyes that burns just a little brighter and yet your face scrunches up so adorably it makes me want to kiss it until you beg me to stop," he softly said with a subtle yet wicked smile gracing his lips, my heartbeat increasing at the sight of it.

"Oh yeah?" I asked back with a knowing smile and he slowly nodded, watching me as I pulled away from the warmth of his body and sat on the back of my legs, fully facing him.

"Well...you know, I'm kinda starting to feel sick again," I quietly said as I peered back at him from underneath my lashes, my tummy tingling at the sight of his powerful body lying in my bed like that, barely clothed and with his legs parted either side of me, the middle of him right in front of me.

"Oh yeah?"

I softly nodded in response, my insides warming with excitement, even jolting a little in my spot as I watched him raise himself and sit up straighter, the book in his hand long forgotten.

"Where does it hurt, sweetheart?" That familiar lustful gleam in his eyes shone even brighter, making him look like the predator he actually was.

"Here," I softly said and traced my pointer finger over my lips, his heated gaze following the action.

"And here," I touched the side of my neck next and he followed the path again.

"And here," I traced my fingers over the middle of my chest, letting them slip into my cleavage for a moment.

I bit my lower lip, my gaze timidly rising to peer back at him only to suddenly find myself lying on my back over the mattress instead, lips parting to let out a surprised gasp.

He was hovering right above me now, those black eyes regarding me so sensually as I laid there underneath him like prey ready to be claimed.

My breaths grew heavier, mildly trembling with anticipation as I stared up at him. And the moment he leaned closer my breath hitched in my throat, feeling my heart banging so wildly within my chest.

He touched the side of my neck with the tip of his nose before deeply inhaling, making goosebumps break out all over my skin.

Fuck. I was already starting to grow wet.

He pulled back to peer into my eyes again, offering me a heart-stealing smile before he leaned closer again, this time giving me that sweet kiss I so longed for.

I hummed with delight, opening my eyes again as he slowly pulled back to watch me.

"If I had known that you were my soulmate I would've never tried to escape my betrothal to you. I would've happily wedded you, and made you my queen," he sincerely said, lovingly peering between my eyes.

"Yeah, and then I would've become yours and your family's lapdog. A little puppet on strings ready for use," I reminded him with a disapproving and morose tone, my lips forming a small pout.

"I would've never allowed it," he lowered himself to kiss that pout away, giving me a quick peck.

I then watched him lay down on his side, hand propped under his jaw as he faced me.

"In fact, I was planning to secretly help you and teach you how to put a few protecting wards on your mind and body. So when the time came you would've been shielded from the binding spell during the ceremony, allowing you to keep your integrity intact," his fingers traced over the side of my face as he explained all that, his gaze slightly unfocused as if recalling a distant memory.

My brows knitted together at the sound of his words, a little confused.

"Why didn't you?"

He blew out a sigh, his warm breath fanning over my forehead as his eyes found my own again.

"I later discovered that it would've been a grave mistake. If the council found out we would've both been in very big trouble. Us and our families too. They would've shunned your father from the clan entirely, and kill us both right then and there for breaking the treaty, for starters,"

"There were too many lives at risk, too much possible damage to occur. For all of us. I didn't want to hurt so many people. And I definitely didn't want you to die, even though I didn't even know you. You were just another innocent being dragged into that archaic shit-show the council likes to call tradition," he calmly explained, a little hint of sadness and regret lacing his tone.

"So I chose the safest path instead. Safest and most selfish anyway. My presumed mating and Nate's coronation in my stead,"

"I secretly hoped the whole time that he would've somehow miraculously found his fated mate somewhere out there, thus becoming exempt from his duty like I tried to, such particular situation being the only one where we could've kept our lives and our freedom, the vow simply remaining unfulfilled until a new occasion arose,"

Wait, what?

"So he could've just lied too, then? Pretend that he had a human soulmate like you did and escape the burden of having to marry me and become king?" I asked with incredulity, quickly turning on my side to face him as well.

"We could've all been saved from that stupid vow!" I rose a hand up in the air before slapping it over my thigh, my mind still reeling from what he'd just told me. Why didn't he do just that? It would've been so much easier! For all of us!

"It's not that easy, you already know what happened after I did just that," he said in reply, quickly deflating my pump of adrenaline.

"It backfired. Blew up right in my face. They were already onto me after what happened with Clarissa during our mating ceremony. I was already bound to face serious consequences. All I did was just speed up the process in the end. Made it all easier for them by killing myself first before they tried to," he explained with a calm and leveled voice and I reached out and touched that tiny scar in the middle of his chest with my finger, my insides twisting with pain for a moment as I dared remember that he'd actually died.

*No...* I immediately pushed myself closer and buried my face in the broad expanse of his chest, my arm wrapping around his bare torso as I huddled myself into him and held him as if I was afraid that he would actually disappear if I didn't.

No. He was here now. He was here now with me and that was all that mattered.

I pressed a small kiss on his smooth skin, right over his beating heart, my insides warming up at the sound of his small chuckle, followed by a peck on top of my head.

"So what's going to happen now, with us?" I quietly asked as I pulled back to stare up at his face.

"Is the council still going to force us to marry and bind ourselves to each other, now that we found out that we are mates and you are actually alive? Or are we going to get punished for what happened with Nate and I?"

"How is this even going to work since you and I both have magic running through our veins now? Is that binding ritual even relevant in this case?" I quickly voiced out all my worries, his hand wrapping around my shoulder before gently pushing me back against the mattress.

"We'll have to pay our family and the council a visit. All three of us. You, me and Nate. And we'll have to do this as soon as possible. I'm tired of keeping you in danger like this," he was already back on top of me as he said all that, leaning over to press a sweet kiss on my forehead.

"I am ready to take full responsibility for everything I did. I will gladly face the consequences. But I will not let them hurt you in any way or even force you to do anything you don't want to. You or Nate. I will protect you both with my life if I have to," he sincerely vowed and lowered himself further down to plant a kiss in the middle of my chest, right above my cleavage.

I mildly frowned at the sound of that, torn between pressing concern after what he just said and those fluttering butterflies in my belly as he continued his path over my body, peppering soft kisses over my skin.

"You're the other half of my very soul, Carina. The reason why I'm drawing breath again," he said after a lingering kiss over the upper part of my bare abdomen, my muscles contracting at the enticing feeling.

"You hold my heart in your delicate hands. I would die if something happened to you," he swore, his voice becoming a little rougher as he leaned over to place an open-mouthed kiss right under my belly button.

I feebly mewled out, so weakly surrendering myself to the feeling as I simply couldn't resist him, my mind clouding with desire.

"You're the light of my eyes, kitten. The object of all my desires. I dream of you, even if I know that I shouldn't. I don't deserve you, not after what I did. I shouldn't even be here, let alone be able to touch you like this, and kiss you like this..." his hand traced over my thigh into a sensual caress, beckoning me to bend my leg at the knee before he lowered himself and kissed the inside of it, making me shiver.

"I am a selfish man. A sinner. A heathen that craves for the light of your soul and the warmth of your heart," he said and then moved closer to plant a kiss over the inside of my thigh, making my breath hitch in my throat.

Fuck. I was freaking shaking. A panting and shivering mess under his loving ministrations, so helpless and at his mercy. And the very moment he averted his attention to the center of my body, his face so dangerously close to my barely-clothed pussy I nearly lost it and cried out from the unfulfilled desire, my hands tightly fisting at the sheets beneath me.

His gaze rose to find my own, dark and sinful promise glinting in his onyx eyes as he planted the softest kiss ever, right there over my needy cunt.

I nearly came right then and there.

A mournful whimper escaped me, almost on the verge of crying as I watched him move away from that sweet spot, his nostrils flaring and his eyes closing for a moment.

"Gods, kitten...Your scent is like a drug to me. The sweetest-smelling flower," he murmured with the faintest hint of pain lacing his voice, lightly shaking his head as if trying to clear it.

"You manage to bring out both the best and the worst in me so easily," he regarded me again with a little bit of wonder and awe, the corner of his lips curling up into a sexy smirk before he leaned over to plant another kiss over my belly.

God, how much I wanted him. I cursed that barely visible mark on my neck to the moon and back, mourning for all those touches I knew he would've given me had the situation been different.

He would've licked and sucked me like he'd previously expressed his desire for, made me come all over his mouth before filling me to them brim with his large and throbbing member.

Holy shit I was so horny now. I needed release. I was shaking and panting so hard, so desperately aching for his touch. His hands on my body, and mouth on my neck. His teeth in my skin and his dick deep inside of me as he fucked me with ravenous hunger.

I needed to do something. Anything.

So I released those sheets and reached out to caress his chiseled abs and pectorals with one hand, his head lowering to follow the action as he supported his weight with his arms, giving me plenty of space to see and feel.

"Do you want this, kitten?" His lust-filled eyes met my own again and I quickly nodded, biting my lower lip.

"Yes. I want it so much. I want you to fill that wet and aching space between my legs. I want you to have me," I longingly mewled out, too lost into the throes of passion to even bother feeling the slightest hint of embarrassment.

I was horny and I wanted him. So fucking much.

"I will, kitten. I promise. I will ease your need the very moment that mark fades away from your neck completely. But for now I can't give you pleasure. Not from my own hands anyway," he said and his eyes trailed over my body in a rather suggestive manner, quickly making me understand exactly what he was implying.

I bit my lip again as a trickle of liquid heat dribbled into my panties at the mere thought of it, my heart banging so crazily inside my chest.

I couldn't believe that I was about to that. But I wanted to. I was so freaking excited for it that I could barely restrain myself from the building suspense and anticipation.

Yet I willed myself to take it slow, not wanting to rush this incredibly hot and special moment.

So with a timid and shaky hand I finally dared caress the side of my neck, letting my fingers slowly trail to the slope of my cleavage.

Darius' greedy gaze followed the action, intently watching me the whole time, like a hungry predator patiently waiting for its prey to come out of its hiding.

He wanted to see this. Watch me pleasure myself and come underneath him as I used his body for visual stimulation, exactly the way I did that day in my bathroom.

I thickly swallowed and willed myself to continue, my hand moving lower before I let it slip underneath my cropped tank, gently cupping my breast.

I let out a breathless gasp and his eyes flashed golden for a moment, having to swallow himself as he watched me play and fondle with my own breast, all the while my other hand found its way lower and lower over my abdomen, gently caressing my bare skin.

"Let me see you, kitten. I want to watch you touch yourself as you pretend that it's me doing it," he roughly whispered and I pulled my cropped tank upwards and revealed my breasts, watching him lick his lips as he watched me knead the aching globe and fondle my pebbled nipple.

"Beautiful..." he murmured and I let my gaze roam over his powerful body again, imagining that it was his hand caressing my skin like that, my hand moving closer and closer to that sweetly aching spot between my legs when he suddenly stopped me, gripping my wrist in his hand.

My brows furrowed, curiously watching him sit back and bring it closer to his lips, those eyes intently watching me. Right before he placed my index and middle fingers into his mouth, giving them a thorough lick.

My eyes widened a little and I let out a small whimper at the incredibly arousing feeling of his hot and velvety tongue over the pads of my digits, mere seconds before he pulled them back out and placed my hand back exactly where it was before that brief interruption, the intent pretty clear.

He wanted me to dive those two digits into myself with his saliva still coating them. And I couldn't have felt more turned on by that. So within the following moment I did just that.

I dove my hand into my shorts, my lips parting to form a satisfied oh as those two digits found their mark, slowly tracing over that slickness that coated my pussy lips.

"Are you wet for me, kitten?"

I quickly nodded in response, letting out a small gasp as I gently trailed my fingers up and down over the fleshy slit, my body shivering from the pleasure.

"How wet are you?"

"Dripping," I breathlessly answered and his eyes flashed again, a muscle in his jaw ticking as he hungrily watched me.

I continued to tease and caress myself, producing small mewls and whimpers as I imagined that those were his fingers slipping over my clit like that and teasing my entrance, my pussy growing wetter and wetter.

"Are you picturing me touching you like that?"

"Yes," I squeaked out, my voice breaking as I finally let my middle finger slip inside, my gaze being held hostage by his the entire time.

"Do you want me to make you come on my fingers?"

"Yes!" I cried out, so overwhelmed by the pleasure as I added the second one and started to slowly slip my fingers in and out of myself, caressing my inner walls with such fervor. Picturing that it was him doing that, his fingers instead of my own. His hand fondling my breast like that. Him holding my body hostage like that.

"Then do it, kitten," he coaxed, his gravelly voice a sensual caress in my ears.

"Come for me, my little feral kitten," his eyes flashed an incredibly dark and glowing blue for a moment as he gazed down at me so intensely and I instantly came all over my hand with a strangled scream, my cum drenching my shorts and the sheets beneath me.

I spasmed and writhed beneath him, slowly coming down from my incredibly liberating high, those onyx eyes of his still watching me like the hungry wolf he was. And with slow and gentle moves he grabbed my wrist, pulling my hand out of my pants and bringing it upwards towards his mouth instead, his gaze filled with dark and sinful promise as his lips wrapped around my middle and index fingers and sucked them clean.

And I knew right then and there, that when the time came, he was going to ruin me.