BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 521: Her Wish Is My Command

Chapter 521: Her Wish Is My Command

DACE

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"Take your cock out, Alexander"

I almost came in my pants right there. A cold chill shot from my spine to the back of my head. I had no idea where that bravery came from but I hope it fucking stays. I was not designed to follow any command, I was born an Alpha and climbed the stairs to authority as my birthright. No one commands me.

But for her? Her wish is my command.

I leaned back on my seat keeping my eyes on the Ipad on the table, I undid my belt and unzipped it, allowing my rock-hard cock to spring out like a morning wood. The thick veins around it felt like it would implode. I felt like I would. With all the teasing and the view she gave me, it was heaven, a fresh breath of new air that made my beast roar in oblivion. We’re hungry for our mate, the bond that dulled over the year was suddenly reconnecting again.

Unfolding and in ruin was this divine creature before me, made and born for me, capable of making me snap out of control.

She had no idea how much power she had over me, how much I would go down on my knees for her. This wasn’t about fucking emotions but what was already designed into my system, into my blood, what had already been engraved in my chest.

When her call first popped up I already anticipated it. I had been watching her every move, from her discussion with Hayden to the moment they used alcohol to ease the mood making them both wasted. It seemed like they both needed it or else I would have stopped it before it happened.

The more I saw the drunken side of her the more I was able to see through her mind. Her confession about not wanting me to leave but she couldn’t stop me. She called me names, cursed at me to oblivion and I just smiled through all of it.

It was a lovely display, especially from my baby girl. Watching her bratty attitude surface, compared to how tense she was yesterday. It felt good.

When she decided she needed more drinks I was confused about how she intended to get upstairs without tripping. I pondered if I should tell Samuel to step out. He’s loyal but the thought of having her close to any male other than me disgusted me to the core and when I am I feel like killing something or ripping things apart.

When she crawled up the stairs I almost came in my pants, she had no idea how much she was enticing the darkness within me, calling to it like a beacon of desires. It made me lose my fucking mind.

Her anticipated call came and when it did, it wasn’t just about the call or the drinks. It was something more, something the alcohol in her blood dared her to do. Her hand moved places, I was already hard by the sound of her voice... the soft tone that awoke my demons. I respected her privacy enough but now I’m about to ruin that rule. Why did I even have such a rule before?

When she touched herself, led by the sound of my voice, came from it. I envied those fingers that brought her release because I wished I was there, I wouldn’t have made it easier for her, I would have made her cry and beg until she knew nothing but the torturous year I had to endure without her.

Because dear God, my restraint was about to implode, the moment she straddled her pillow and commanded me.

"Alexander" she teased, still sounding tipsy but must be half sober. I expected her to retreat and push me away the moment she got her release but she did otherwise. She fucking got a rise out of me.

"Yes, baby?" I kept my voice controlled enough not to sound like an animal.

"Have you taken out your cock yet?" she giggled, grinding her ass on the pillow. I have never wanted to be a pillow in my entire life until now. The camera angle wasn’t helping either, it gave me a perfect view of my ass as if begging me to bite and spank the fuck out of it until she was red with my hand imprint on it.

My mark would love so fucking good on her.

"Yes," I replied.

"Good boy" she purred.

Jesus fucking christ! I growled, fisting my cock on the verge of exploding.

"You sound like a beast" she teased and a giggle followed.

"You have no idea" I forced out. She had no fucking idea. If she knew the gravity of what she was doing to me then she would stop but she had always been a brat wanting to push my buttons every single time. Wanting to slap me on the face with that look on her face that dared me—dared me to do unspeakable things to her until I was turning her world upside down.

"I need you, babe" she whimpered desperately.

"Are you sure about that?" I mused, eager to hear it again. I feel nothing but the thought of her needing me made my blood hot. "Repeat that"

"You heard me"

Fucking brat! I subconsciously gripped my cock.

"Can you see me right now?" She moaned, applying friction to the pillow, humping the poor thing like she would do me. That pillow doesn’t deserve this grace.

"Yes," I inhaled, rubbing my cock at the same pace. "I can see everything, your little ass grinding that pillow like you would my face"

Her breath became raspier, vibrating from my phone speaker. I wish I had more here so her moans would blast through my office.

"Would you like to ride my face, baby?" I rasped, increasing my pace as she did.

"Nooooo" she whined. "I want your fat cock inside of me!"

Fuckkkkkkk! I came hard—like a school teen having his first wet dream.

"You cameeee!" she pouted and I wanted to punch myself for doing so.

"I’m sorry baby, what can I do to make it up to you?" I sighed, rushing the rest of my release, my cum coating my hand and leaving behind a mess—a worthy mess.

"My cum is going to waste, baby girl, what are you gonna do about it?"

"Nothing, deal with it yourself!" She dropped to the bed exhausted. I wish I were there, she would be knocked out because I won’t be done with her yet.

"That makes the third time"

"Third, what?" She moaned sleepily.

"You’ll see" I grabbed a wipe and cleaned myself before forcing my semi-hard cock back into my pants. "Sweet dreams, baby"

~

"Dace"

I forced my gaze back to Emilia, who waited for me to say something.

"What do you want me to say?"

"Anything" she breathed. "Anything would do"

I leaned back in my seat completely clueless, nevertheless I spoke. "When will she arrive?"

"Soon"

"You signed the papers?"

"Of course, I signed the papers," she said like it was obvious. She raised an eyebrow and then gave me that pissed look like she was about to punch the light out of me.

"I’m the oldest, you should have asked me first"

"Really? I need to do that first before I sign for our Mother to come home?" She sounded hurt so I guess I must have said something wrong but I still needed to state my point.

"Yes"

"Fuck you!"

"Watch your tone" I warned with clenched teeth.

"I signed it and she’s coming home whether you like it or not"

"I’m not against it," I said with narrowed eyes. If that’s what she thought then she’s wrong.

"Right... of course! You’re more worried about protocols, typical" She rolled her eyes at me. I’m used to her attitude but it was more problematic the past year almost like she’s channeling Emma.

"I understand you want this so much" I voiced.

"Yes... I do, more than anything. She’s better now and that’s all that matters"

I stared at the medical report sent through my email one more time before bringing my gaze back to her.

"As long as you’re happy"

A knock came through distracting us and Singe walked in. "She’s here"

Emilia took a few breaths preparing herself before walking to the door. "Coming?" She asked before stepping out.

My silence was the answer she needed before the door slammed shut behind her.

I stayed in that position. My eyes were on the laptop before I rose and walked to the window. A black car came through the compound and packed just within sight.

I observed the whole thing as the door opened and my mom stepped out, letting her eyes roam the estate like the first time, a smile on her lips. Her smile grew wider when Emilia came into view.

They embraced. My mom, breaking into a feat of tears as she hugged Emilia tightly.

I stood there watching until they broke apart until our eyes met but the moment they did I walked away.