Blood Legacy Chapter 35: 35. Visions

I blew out another tired sigh, my hands shaking with nervousness as I could feel it on me, trailing all over my face as I kept trying to ignore it and concentrate on the task at hand.

"Can you please not look at me like that?" I muttered with annoyance, my gaze still trained on the middle of his chest as I refused to meet his and have him distract me even more.

"Like what?" He innocently asked but I could absolutely hear that hint of mirth and jest lacing his tone, daring me to just raise my gaze and look at him.

"Like...Ugh!" I growled with aggravation as my gaze slipped and before I could even try to stop myself I was already staring right back into his glimmering eyes, noticing that openly tender look he kept giving me.

"Dude, I'm trying to focus in here! Come on!" I whined, lightly pushing at his chest.

"I'm sorry but I can't. I can't stop it," He simply said with a dimpled smile, his head tilting.

"I can't help myself. You're too fucking beautiful, and sexy and incredibly adorable when you make that face,"

My lips parted open, feeling my cheeks heating up for the hundredth time that day, yet I refused to let myself get affected too much by his words. So instead I narrowed my gaze at him, taking a small cushion from the couch and hitting him with it a few times.

He easily blocked or dodged every oncoming blow, laughing like a maniac as I kept trying to get a good shot at him for a few times more until I finally gave up with a frustrated grunt.

"You're so fucking-" I tried to shove him away again, pressing my palm against the middle of his chest as he kept laughing, barely managing to do anything when his hand suddenly wrapped around my wrist and pulled me down with him.

I let out a startled squeal as I had no way of stopping myself from falling on top of him as he went down on his back, my hands planting themselves on the couch either side of his torso as I fortunately managed to stop myself from colliding with his chest at the very last moment.

Angrily blowing away a few rebel strands from my face, I sat up and threw him the nastiest glower I could muster, about to throw some ugly profanities too when a sudden and completely unexpected torrent of sensations flooded my body, forcing a strangled and loud gasp past my throat.

Reality evaded me as I could feel myself becoming weightless, surrounded by darkness and completely lost for a single second before I found myself browsing through a memory that never even happened.

*I could see ourselves completely bare, bathed in the warm and natural glow of soft sunlight as I sat in his arms, his lips sensually trailing over my skin...*

*I could hear his heavy breathing, caressing the shell of my ear as he held me in his hot embrace, my lips escaping pleased sighs and tiny mewls as he gently guided me up and down, feeling his hard and velvety member slip in and out of me at a slow pace, making me feel so incredibly good...*

My throat tingled, realizing I'd just let out a small mewl as my eyes opened, finding myself thrown back into reality as I looked up at Nathan, surprised to notice that I was no longer sitting on top of him but rather underneath him, safely cradled in his arms as he gazed at me with worry.

I audibly swallowed, pushing myself away from him as fast as possible, still so shook as I sat on the back of my legs at a relatively safe distance, eyes wide as I stared back at him.

*Oh my god...What...the fuck was that...*

Why did I see that?

Was he the one imagining all those things?

"What did you see?"

I could only blink in response, my insides though still tingling from those very intense sensations as I looked at him, reminiscing the sounds of his worked-up breaths and the feel of his skin against my own.

"Carina, please tell me what did you see?"

I didn't really need to try and tell him as he looked for another moment at my face, no doubt noticing that redness painting my cheeks and the sound of my fastly beating heart, his emerald green eyes shifting to that bottomless black as he took a generous inhale.

*Shit.*

We didn't move as we continued to stare at each other, too scared that if we did something would definitely happen as I could notice the way his hands balled into tight fists at his sides, his veins popping from the forced restrainment as he shakily exhaled, closing his eyes at the same time.

"This was a mistake. I shouldn't have brought you here with me,"

What?

I didn't even get to utter a single sound in reply as he grunted out with a seemingly tortured voice,

"Please go and lock yourself up in a room,"

"W-why?"

"Just do it. And don't come out until I say so,"

I didn't wait for him to tell me again as I could see the way his body lightly trembled, his eyes still tightly screwed shut. So I got up, throwing him one last scared and confused look before I ran into the first room I could find, slamming the door behind me and turning the lock in two fast moves.

My breath came out in rapid and laboured puffs as I pushed myself away from the door with shaky and unstable limbs, thoroughly freaked-out by what just happened.

What the actual fuck!

What the hell was going on?!?

I anxiously paced around the room, entirely lost and confused as I didn't even know what to do next. So I just walked back to the door and pressed my ear against it, closely listening in as I thought that maybe I could at least hear what was going on out there.

Sadly, no sound could be heard as I waited and waited for a while, my muscles starting to feel a little stiff as I stood there for what felt like an eternity. And with a frustrated sigh, I finally gave up and made my way towards the small leathered couch I'd noticed earlier upon entering the room.

Unceremoniously plopping my butt on it, I absently looked around the small office room as I kept thinking about what happened, failing to find a logical explanation for any of it.

Were those his thoughts after all or not?

Did I actually manage to tap into his emotions like he said I could?

But if I did, why did I have visions too? Did I fucking read his mind or something?

Was that why he seemed so pissed all of a sudden?

But if he was pissed indeed, why did he get turned on too?

"My god this is so fucking confusing," I said to myself, blowing out another sigh as I let myself fall back on the couch and closed my eyes as I could feel my head starting to hurt after so many confusing thoughts, choosing to just stop thinking about all that and rest for a little while.

It wasn't like I could do anything at that very moment anyway.

So I made myself a little more comfortable as it seemed that I was going to be in there for a while, and let myself doze off for a little while, at least until he would come back to tell me that it was all okay again.

It slowly started as a mildly warm and uncomfortable sensation at first, stirring me from my peaceful slumber.

I didn't bother opening my eyes, turning on my side as I continued to lay there, just waiting for it to pass.

Unfortunately, that didn't happen.

Instead it only continued to increase, making me finally open my eyes and sit up, passingly noticing the absence of daylight as I focused on that nagging feeling.

I could feel my skin and insides getting hotter and hotter, robbing me of that peaceful state as I eventually got up to my feet, sick of feeling that annoying leather against me.

I walked towards the generous window and took a casual glance at the sky, noticing it was a full moon tonight.

*Huh. I did doze off for quite some time.*

I was about to open the window as I was craving for some fresh air when that all-too-familiar stabbing pain in my lower abdomen suddenly stopped me from performing that action, scaring the hell out of me.

*Oh shit.*

My eyes widened, afraid to make another move as I simply stood there, waiting to see if it went away or got worse.

A whimper forced its way past my throat as another, much more powerful wave of pain shot right through me, bringing small tears at the corners of my eyes.

*Oh crap. Oh no no no no.*

I didn't waste another moment as I knew that it was only about to get worse from then on, and with a bout of newfound energy and adrenaline I went straight for the door, not even giving a shit anymore about what happened earlier today as I got out of the room and started searching for him through the house.

I needed to find him. I needed him to make it go away.

*I can't go through that again.*

I quickly looked through the living room first before moving on to the kitchen, internally starting to panic as he was nowhere to be found.

*Where the hell is he?*

"Nate?" I tentatively called, looking around through the dimly-lit ground-floor area, and before I even knew it my feet were already carrying me to the staircase.

I took two steps at a time, desperate to get to him as soon as possible as I was so afraid to feel all that sickness and crappy sensations again.

Shit. What if he's not even home? I started to panic even harder as that grim thought went through my mind, bursting through the door of what I assumed to be his room like a total lunatic.

"Nate?"

The sound of the shower running was the first thing I could hear as I cluelessly looked around the eerily darkened room, tentatively taking a few steps towards its center.

"Nate, I'm-" I let out a frightened gasp at the sudden feel of another, much larger and intimidating presence standing right behind me, shuddering at the feeling of his hot breath on my shoulder.

"What are you doing in here, little mate? Aren't you afraid of the big bad wolf?"