BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 498: This Is Not a Game

Chapter 498: This Is Not a Game

"Okay," he said, and I stared at him nonplused. Just okay? Isn’t he going to question me further? I should be relieved he didn’t press the issue, but I found it hard. Dace is usually someone who doesn’t let things go easily.

I’ll just play along then... because I don’t want to push it either. It’s best if we’re just in our heads. I need time and for Dace to believe nothing is going on.

I want him to feel I’m still mad at him, that’s why I’m pulling away and acting like a brat. I’m still mad though.

My hand brushed against his lower abdomen, feeling the hardness of his muscles beneath my fingertips. I traced the ridges of his abs up his chest, letting each fingertip memorize every line of ink my eyes followed. His tattoos always amazed me they weren’t like something you get at a regular tattoo shop, they were otherworldly and alluring. My hands always itched to trace them all the time.

"I’m still angry at you" I voiced, hoping he didn’t get the idea that what he did was up in smoke. He needed to account for his actions, even though I knew he wouldn’t.

"You won’t be angry for long" he replied and I quickly brought my eyes to him. The exact words I knew he would say, there was not a single remorse in his gaze, he still thought he did the right thing by keeping me away from my family.

"I decide how long I’ll stay mad at you" I pressed, knowing I’d hurt him at least a bit, he needed to feel the same sting I did.

A slow, wicked smirk curled onto his lips. He leaned to me, our noses almost touched, tilted his head, and said. "I love this game"

"This is not a game, Dace"

"But it is..." Something flashed in his eyes but before I could understand it was gone. "Stay mad at me all you want, it’ll change nothing"

I slapped him, hard. His face tilted to the side by the force, and I noticed my nails scratched him too, the red liquid trailing down his cheekbones was enough to heighten my bloodlust.

"I knew you were dying to do that" he mused unaffected by my actions. I slapped him again but it felt like he was enjoying my tantrums instead of stopping them.

Is he trying to make me feel better? Or borderline gets me more pissed?

I slapped him once again. "That’s for hurting my mom and lying to me!"

"Are we done now? Had your fill?" he licked his lips, precisely the blood that got them.

This handsome bastard will be the death of me, I grabbed his neck from behind and forced his lips to mine. Our mouths moved in perfect sync, hot and hungry like we couldn’t seem to get enough of each other.

My hand swept over his neck, down his back, and across his chest in less than a second, heat shooting up my spine. Our kiss became more mouth-watering as our tongues fought for dominance.

However, I grabbed the back of his hair and yanked him from me. "Have fun sleeping alone in bed"

His shocked expression gave me the opening I needed. I seized the moment, slipping out of the confined space and attempting to rush out but he grabbed my arm forcibly and pulled me back,

He growled in my face, primal and menacing. "Wrong move, baby girl"

His next actions were too fast to keep up with, I felt my back against the cold surface, and the air was knocked out of me. Before I could speak I felt his mouth cover my nipple, a throatful groan escaped me especially when he bit down hard. They are going to be fucking sore!

"Dace!" I yelped wriggling in his hold but I was properly pinned on the counter at his mercy. He did the same treatment to my other nipples until they were swollen and hard, the hot air creating a sensation that caused me to jolt.

My lips parted for a soundless moan, tears leaking at the corner of my eyes, my core clenched painfully, needing friction so I began grinding against his abs but he stopped me by placing a hand on my lower abdomen.

It was torturous as he kept attacking my poor breasts for no reason, I wouldn’t be surprised if he drew blood and licked them off while smirking in triumph.

I shivered profusely when he licked my sore breast and I hissed by the sting. He rose, a smirk plastered on his lips, his lips red. So I did bleed.

"You didn’t play fair, baby"

"I-I’m not in the mood to play your game, let me go!" My attempt to sound angry was covered up by the lust in my voice. I’m hot and bothered and all he wants to do is push my buttons to no end. I bet he wants me to beg for more.

"Is that what you want?" he asked, irritation laced his tone. "Push me all you want baby girl, I’ll just keep taking every piece of you until you’re melted into my skin and then..." he placed a hand on my throat and leaned further, our raspy breath from our heated session mixed in the air and made everything hot. "...Eternity awaits us"

My heart tugged at his words, I wanted to reciprocate but feared I’d break in his arms, but the moment I did that, Luther would take everything from me.

So my response was looking the other way, my lip trembling along with my body. I squeezed my eyes and mouth his hand around my neck moved but I only heard his retreating footsteps.

I forced my body to sit, I felt numb and the pain in my breasts was hellish. He had ripped my sweater to shreds, I didn’t even know when.

Each pain was a reminder of how much I had hurt him as much as I did myself. This is exactly what Luther wanted, he’s creating a rift, it almost felt like he’s playing two games at the same time.

Luther is jealous. He’s using my will not to tell Dace the truth to hurt him.

~

I stepped under the shower, my mind reeling over the breakthrough I had last night. I could be wrong but that would only mean I’m stupid not to see it. Luther has feelings for me, and he sure as hell is making it obvious. The more reasons I needed to speed up my plan, feelings or not, he threatened to hurt my family and I’d make him regret it.

I hissed as the water found my sore nipples, it hurt so bad that I could cry, this was a fucking reminder of Dace’s anger last night.

After turning off the shower, I quickly got dressed and left the penthouse. The elevator chimed as I stepped out, and I hurried down the stairs, only to find Singe making his way up.

"Hey"

"Lioness"

There was no way I could stop him from saying that, can I?

"Where’s Dace?" I asked because I didn’t see him this morning. Last night he left me alone in the penthouse too. It hurts and it was hard to get a shut eye but I just figured it out however I could. This torture will end the moment I stop Luther, I just hope I don’t break our relationship more.

We’re both breaking it, in many ways ever since the Cabin and dinner.

"He’s in the office, been there since, I guess the Alpha is back on duty there’s so much work to be done"

"I see," I nodded. "I’m going out, I need a car"

"Oh you can just take it from the garage" he pointed a thumb behind him.

I narrowed my eyes "Only Dace have asses to that"

A smirk found his lips. "Well not anymore"

~

I placed my finger on the scanner, and the garage doors slid open. "You have access to his personal space now," Singe explained. Warmth enveloped me, but all I could manage was a simple smile.

"So which one?" he asked.

There are limitless options but I needed something subtle not to draw too much attention. My driving skills aren’t exactly great but I know my fair share.

"The Audi A8 will do," I said pointing to a black car.

Singe chuckled. "Great choice"

I slipped on my shades as I walked to the car and got in. The interior carried Dace’s scent, and I paused for a moment before driving out of the garage.

I drove to Night School, I remember the road just like yesterday, it didn’t take long before I saw the familiar building. Not much has changed but it is safe to say it got bigger. They expanded it and the atmosphere made it look more like a college than a simple school.

A lot of work had been done and I was proud to see it. I packed my car and stepped out, the wind blowing around heavily. I took off my shades, taking a look around the environment, mostly at the woods, it didn’t feel like anyone was watching me but that doesn’t mean I should be less suspicious.

I walked closer to the building, there were fewer people around, but seeing everyone in black reminded me of my little time here, it wasn’t the best memory but this was the place where I became a true witch. I asked a student where I could find the headmaster’s office and she led me to it.

The secretary gave me a go-ahead and I stepped into the office.

Owen was buried in papers and didn’t even notice when I came in. Maybe he did but he’s too caught up in work.

"What can I help you with?" he asked without looking away from the papers.

My eyes automatically scanned the office, it had been customized to his style but I could see remnants of his father’s things. The memory of sitting here and making a decision of what to choose gripped me. But I pushed it aside and voiced my goal.

"I came for the library of the first"