BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 450: Storm Of Emotions

Chapter 450: Storm Of Emotions

DACE

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I could hear my grunts, my growls leaking off me with every pant. The feeling of the dirt beneath my paws, the vibration of the earth, the cold wind, and the heavy tightness of it as it warped around me at speed. The bloodlust was indescribable and consumed me to the point of madness.

Fueling my very power, my mind, my thoughts. The need to kill, to destroy, and wreck havoc, to rip and to eat.

I was on a trail following whatever scent lingered, it smelled so intoxicating and it only made me eager to go forward, to know this futile chase was worth every minute of it for I knew at the end of the road I would find my prey. And I won’t stop until I get my claws on it and thrill in the feel of blood when I finally get my hands on it. I traced the scent following it like a demon possessed and the more desperate I got and angry at myself if I didn’t reach it. My beast was wailing at me to hurry and get to it before it was too late.

It was always the thrill of a hunt. I was at my most high, the adrenaline pumping through my veins. I could feel my heartbeat pulsing unnaturally, too fast and every beat hurt like there’s a wound in my heart I don’t know about. The rest of my organs are fine, so I can make do with a bleeding heart. It doesn’t stop the energy of an uncontrollable hunger storming through me.

I came to a sharp halt when I spotted my prey. I growled deeply as I stood on two feet, my claws scratching the tree barks as I exercised them to rip and destroy. I zoomed in and I found my prey standing. It’s a human.

Anything will do at this moment.

I need to kill.

If I don’t, I will go insane and hopefully, it will end this bloodlust trying to rip me apart.

And I can’t get that scent out of my head, it clouds me and makes my lungs burn, I have to erase it. The smell of tears lingered as I pounced my prey and sank my teeth into it.

But it didn’t stop the bloodlust because I became insatiable.

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I blanked out after, the intense moment between us was just too wrecking. I didn’t know when darkness took me and I made sure I held her in my arms so that she wouldn’t even think of escaping, there is nowhere in this world she would go that I can’t find her. I will always find her. Fucking always.

Hotness shot down my spine, followed by a chill. The sensation of my waist snapped my consciousness back in place, my dick felt hot and wet and the sound of sweet moans echoed in my ears. My heart feels heavy but at the same time, it feels complete.

I opened my eyes and met with a sight that caused my heartbeat to momentarily stop. Emma is riding me as she pants and moans, taking her pleasure like a wildcat. I could see the imprint of her nipples through her shirt as her breasts bounced with every thrust and whatever dread I felt was gone and all I could think about was this beauty bouncing against my cock.

I have never had a female ride me before. This is the first time.

Werelions took like beasts and we controlled every turn of pleasure, we dominated even our Females. But right now having her bouncing up and down my cock was beginning to be my new favorite position. The way she takes control and works her way through me like a cowgirl. Her steadiness was amazing, it was fascinating and I was too speechless to do anything other than watch. Too numb to even move.

The drive of my cock being plunged by her milky-tight entrance caused me to grunt. She leveled her heated gaze on me, they looked dreamy and lust induced. She smiled, not just faintly or the fake ones she always directed at me. This was pure excitement and relief and it caused her cheeks to pop and I could see her freckles more, spreading across her cheeks and nose, her cheeks a cherry red from blush and whatever feeling driving her wild. Her strawberry blond hair was wild and untamed and she had never looked more beautiful.

"I had a nightmare," she announced. And I suddenly remembered the promise I made to her. I would fuck her every single day and every single time her demons haunt her. I will fuck them, burn them, and ruin them for her so that I can ruin her with my cock, in her tight pussy, in her little mouth. Mark every inch of her glorious perfect body, mold it, and make everything that belongs to this brat mine.

My brat.

My fucking sanity.

Throwing her hair back as she shook uncontrollably from her orgasm, moaning and screaming my name like a banshee, set loose completely, wrecked and entirely consumed by my essence and everything that was only me. I just want to record this moment and seal it in a part of my brain that I will never forget. Leaving it to play over and over again so that this moment never ends.

I don’t want it to.

I want it forever.

This new ethereal feeling in my chest melted for her, probably beating her too. I have never had a heart before, I didn’t need one. I needed only my brains and wits but right now I want to give her the fucking dead organ so that she can breathe life into it, drench the fucking thing and make it hers and use it as she so desires.

I grabbed her waist tightly and slammed up into her, driving deeper than ever until she screamed. I told myself to slow down but I couldn’t, the sensation was just too good to stop. Sounds of skin slapping aggressively filled the room as well as Emma’s wild moans.

I want to see all of her. Everything. Own it. Worship it.

So I ripped the fucking shirt she had on and let myself feast on her naked body. But everything seemed to slow down when I saw the hideous scar lying on her stomach, so big it almost covered most of it, reaching up beneath her breasts, like something torn through her ripping the skin off without control.

"What is this?!" I demand as my hand trailed through it, ready to instill wrath and pain. I could feel my blood pumping, my pulse skyrocketing, my heartbeat increasing. I am angry, yes. I know the feeling when I am angry and when bloodlust hits but this is different because I am not scared but why do I feel so? Horrified?

Emma pulled away from me like my touch burned her, backing away from me and it felt like I would die that very moment, the feeling so overwhelming that I couldn’t control myself needing her to be in my arms again and that if I don’t then this very air I breathe is nothing but ashes, no meaning.

She dashed to the bathroom.

"Emma!" I went after her, grabbing the door before she slammed it in my face. My heartbeat won’t stop beating so fast, it feels like it would fall off my chest if I don’t control it.

"I-I need to pee" She backed away from me and hit the island behind.

"What?" I forced my way through.

"I said I needed to pee!" she shouts at my face. I should get angry, be pissed at her. But I am not, I’m worried.

It’s happening again, my nerves are spiking and I feel increased pain and dread consuming me whole. Whatever is happening I can’t control it or tell it to stop, my body can’t handle it.

I heard rapid breathing and I snapped away from whatever suddenly enclosed me. She’s shaking like she was going through a panic attack. I closed the distance between us eager to stop it, to get rid of it and make her feel whole again. Because she looks like she’s breaking.

I held her in my arms as she trembled, she’s so cold so I gave her warmth. Does this have to do with how she died? She said she drowned, was my question a trigger to it?

Fuck!

"It’s alright, calm down," I said softly, keeping her glued to my body to stop the tremor. Running my hand up and down her head in a soothing rhythm, trying to snap her out of it with my presence, my warmth, and maybe my emotions.

Emotions.

I feel them, not anger, not hate, not bloodlust that I was always driven by. It all hits at the same time I don’t know how to describe them all. I feel something but it’s too big for me and I am having a hard time containing it.

"I won’t ask," I said. Anything to stop her from being like this, shaking and cold.

I won’t question anything about her past, even though it eats me up. For her sake, I won’t. Until she’s ready...