BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 348: Carefree

Chapter 348: Carefree

There were so many things I wanna say, so many but the words just caught up in my throat. I was too focused on the blood stain on Dace to even think about anything else or consider my own sanity.

What happened?

Is that his blood?

Is it someone else?

What have Dace been doing here for the past week that got him like this?

And why aren’t the Rogues attacking us?

Dace closed the distance between and the next thing I was hauled on his shoulder like a bag, I yelped at the sudden course of Dace, why does he always do this?

"Dace!" I whined.

"I have to keep you close baby girl, the Rogues will need some time to get use to your scent" he mumbled as he marched in the dark like he owned the forest.

Why is he speaking about the Rogues like that?

"Dace the rogues, they-" I couldn’t finish my words because of the blood flowing to my head and I was getting dizzy.

"Hang on baby, I can’t carry you the other way because of the filth"

I think that was the least of my concern right now, so I settled by closing my eyes, but that didn’t stop the spin.

It took forever before the spin ended and I suddenly dropped to my feet. I was held by the waist as we worked into the house hidden in the woods, one of the houses that belong to Emilia and Dace.

The light automatically turns on and Dace lead me upstairs to the room, I dropped to the bed instantly and I heard a chuckle behind me.

I groaned when I felt a grip on my legs and I twirled and fell on my back against the bed.

"What’s the deal with the bags under your eyes?" he nudged with his head standing tall and strong in all his naked glory, covered in blood. I knew werelions don’t care much about their nudity, it was like second nature to them... but this was always too much to process, especially when his erect dick was inches away from my mouth begging me to take in him.

"Nothing?"

"Not sleeping?" he scowled immediately.

"You expect me to sleep when you went on a suicidal mission and sent Emilia to take me out of town?"

"You’re angry with me?"

"I’m hurt... and angry, so both"

He looked to the side with a sour expression. "There was no escaping this, if I didn’t come half of Juneau would have turned into a bloodbath"

"D-Did you do it? Control them?"

"Maybe" he mumbled, already walking to the bathroom and I got a good look at his buttcheeks. I blushed.

"You aren’t talking"

"I am," he said from the bathroom and I heard brushing sounds.

I jolted off the bed and strode to the door. "You have been in the wild for weeks"

"Hmm," he answered only, brushing his teeth.

"In your werelion form"

He spat and rinsed his mouth with the water and spat the rest.

"You were scared to shift, and your DNA..."

He turned to me with a smirk on his lips, was he even listening to me right now? He looked so carefree compared to weeks ago when he scared me with his need to kill, raging on his whiplash emotions like a wild man... All that seems like a bad dream now as I stared at his dark golden orbs filled with amusement and taking in me as if he hadn’t seen me in years, almost like he was detailing my trim form in his eyes like an artist.

It made butterflies dance in my stomach and warmth fill my chest, I have almost forgotten how that felt like, to be looked at with so much love in his eyes.

"You need to talk to me, Dace"

"We will talk as much as you want" he states. "After I shower and fuck you all through the night... my dick can’t take any more patience," he said, striding to me like he hadn’t said words that were enough to melt my insides open. My heart skipped a beat when he got closer and I thought he would hold me and kiss me but he walked to the shower instead and I released a breath.

"Saving the best for later" he mumbled behind. He was definitely holding back on purpose and the look in his eyes showed promises. I felt a shiver running through me knowing Dace was ready to be the wildest with me.

He misses me that much and I knew it and he had many ways of showing it and being the sexual creature he is, I’m certain of the way he plans on showing it.

The smile remained on his lips as he showers, washing all the dirt from the ground glued to his skin like a second layer and the dried-up blood.

"Y-Your blood?"

"Some of it... at first" he answered so carefreely and I found it hard to breathe for a second, but there was nothing to show about any wound because as the water washed everything away I got a good look at his clear skin and that eased my worry.

He backed me now giving me a view of his ass as he added shampoo to his hair and wash through, the foams coming out like clouds and trailing down his back. My sex clenching so hard at the display, watching as his sinful sight unfolded before me, observing every constrict of his muscles as his hands went into action and I just stood there like a pervert unable to look away.

"I’m curious to know how long you will stand there," he said in a teasing tone. Looking at me from the corner of his eye, with the action of him washing his hair still ongoing and it was the hottest sight ever.

I didn’t even register when I start peeling my clothing away like I need the air to touch my skin all of a sudden, I just narrowed it down to instinct or maybe it was Dace’s eye speaking volumes that got me spelled and doing what he wants, or maybe it’s what I want and I’m just finding my courage.

I unclipped my bra and took off my panties and He watched all through at the corner of his golden eyes and they devoured me the very instant I stepped closer to the shower, offering myself to the beast.