BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 248: His Prey {2}

Chapter 248: His Prey {2}

What do you do when you’re at death’s door? Many never know how it feels because death comes when they least expect it. A loved one is taken from you in a snap and then you feel like you have lost the whole world and it’s impossible to take hold of it. I have never experienced what it means to lose someone but it already seems like I do... Grayson could be dead and it was like a part of me was already dead too...

And here I am in the face of death itself. I think it would have been better if it has just taken me quickly but no... this is torture... I think this is worse than death itself because I was seeing the very person who stole my heart lost in his senses, he doesn’t recognize me and I don’t either, I don’t even know who’s on top of me, I don’t know who roars at me and worse I can’t even read his eyes, I was always fascinated by his true color of eyes, his golden orbs but now I was scared because this very eyes that looked down on me hold nothing but death and the taste for my flesh.

I will die by his hands, I don’t think my fate can change this... I’m partly broken to the point I couldn’t move and icy tears are leaking uncontrollably from my orbs as I watch him baring his canines at me that will soon taste my flesh and rip me apart. What happened to you? Why can’t you sense me? You said you could identify my scent from even a mile away, you said you were addicted to it and it was the only thing that would keep you going... that would keep you calm whenever I was close to you... then why isn’t it working?

Why are you seeing me as nothing but a meal for you to have, why did you attack me? Why are you roaring at my face, why are you making me scared of you all over again, why does it feel like a hurricane of pain was storming my very body that I felt I would die from it before your fangs reach me?

I closed my eyes accepting my fate, it was for the best right? Because there was nothing I could do, Dace was far gone to the point he couldn’t recognize me. All I could do was just lie there waiting for his teeth to grease my skin but it took too long because I was forced to open my eyes and locked gaze with his dark golden orbs.

He growled at my face watching me, the hunger was present and I knew he was dying to taste my flesh, he looked blinded by it and it made me think just how much he is suffering. This cyclone of pain crashing in my body like a thousand tempests wasn’t just mine, it was his too.

"Dace" I mouth hoping to reach him. I was foolish to think that this was the end but he didn’t give me much of a choice. It was the very feeling of his suffering that made my senses fall back... that made my very soul reach my body again for it felt like I lost it.

"Dace... it’s me"

Nothing absolutely nothing, he just looked at me with his animalistic features and his parting fangs beneath my face.

I whimpered in my breath when his tongue rolled off and took a long clean lick on my face. My breath shuddered because I knew what he was doing right now, I knew my zoology very well... lions have a reputation for playing with their prey before killing it, he was doing that right now, but I don’t know how long he intends to play because I knew after his wet tongue grooming my body... and I did I mention I was getting turned on by it... I know it was sick of me to feel that way right now but I can’t help it, what he was doing right now stimulated me.

He stopped and I knew his teeth would taste me next but yet he looked at me again. It was faint in those hungry eyes of his, confusion... and I noticed his nose flapping as he took a whiff around me. Wait a minute... does he smell my arousal?

I yelped when I felt his claw hand on my waist, thank god for my thick coat because he would have torn my flesh with just this grip. Let’s hope he doesn’t sink in deeper. He growled again looking down below and I blushed because I knew where and then his orbs drift back to me. I know... don’t blame me! I should be peeing myself from fear but rather I was aroused.

I was just still as he watched me, I knew he was still hostile and he could attack any moment, he might have scented me now but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t still hungry.

"Dace," I said again, I was trying to convince myself that if I kept saying his name just maybe he would identify it, and maybe my voice. He leaned back down and I held my breath, squeezing my eyes shut because this closure was impossible.

I heard him sniffing now as well as working his tongue all over my face. I whimper, turning my head to the side because it was harder to breathe in this closure. I panicked feeling his hot breath on my neck and then he licked again.

Was he still playing with me? The wait was killing me because I knew he would have tasted my flesh by now but rather it felt like he was more focused on licking my skin. His grip ducked on my waist tearing my coat, any further now he will rip my skin.

I didn’t like this.

Dace, please stop, because this is torture.