BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 527: My Dace

Chapter 527: My Dace

Dace came too, his cum filling my insides until they spilled, causing a mess, even so he kept going, as if forcing his cum back into me.

My eyes rolled at the back of my head when another mind-shattering orgasm overtook my body.

If I hadn’t wrapped my arms around him, I would have fallen off.

My raspy breath filled the room, my body in sharp quakes trying to recover.

Dace let me down; my legs were like jelly as they met the ground.

But then he spun me around and bent me over, my hands braced against the glass.

He thrust into me without warning, but he didn’t make any attempts to move, and I got needy, shifting my hips back to do the needful.

"Fucking brat," he amused, smacking my ass.

I giggled, doing it again, and it earned more hits.

My teeth sank into my bottom lip, each impact sprang my body alive. The delicious sensations were strangely satisfying.

"You’re such a bad girl," Dace groaned. "You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?"

"Yes," I confessed, groaning when his hands massaged my ass.

"And here I thought you didn’t tolerate pain."

"When it comes to you, I can." I swallowed a thick breath when he thrust slowly while he rubbed my stinging cheeks.

I felt his other hand clutch my neck and force me up until my back met his solid chest.

"You have no idea what that does to me."

"I do."

He released a sharp exhale. "I don’t think you do, don’t assume for once that things are gonna go back to the way they were, Emma."

He raised my chin so that my eyes met his. All this while, he hasn’t stopped his teasing thrust, and I was close to another ecstasy.

Dace’s dilated pupils told me he was close, too.

"You’re my wife, baby girl, and from now on, I’m never going to let you go."

Tears streamed down my cheeks as my lips came apart, I came so hard as did Dace, and he filled me up once again until there was nothing left to give.

But Dace was not calling it a halt. He took me again against the glass until my insides got sore and messy. On the bed, too, until the sheets were dismantled from our activities.

It was a long night, but it wasn’t coming to an end either. The moon still hung up, and it made me wonder if Dace was ever going to stop.

He was going beyond my speed limit.

I broke a sweat until the sheets were drenched with it, the heavy scent of sex filled the air too, making my senses dull.

But it was overpowered by Dace’s strong cologne, with the mix of smoke and aftershave.

As I breathed deeply into his fragrance, I suddenly didn’t want the night to end or the sun to ever come on. I wanted to be trapped in this time loop with him. Forever.

"Dace," I moaned, my hand tracing his wide back as he thrusted in and out of me, slowly, making love to me.

We fucked, made love and everything else intimacy was all about. I think I have explored what that had to offer in a few hours.

Dace was a beast. Not that I’m complaining, I just feel sorry for my lady bits.

"Fuck!" He swore as he came close again, hands snatching my hips as he quickened his pace, but his body froze instantly, and my eyes flew open.

"What’s that?!" He demanded when he seized my hand and turned, his eyes traced the mark.

My face drained of color. How did that get there? It looked as if a monster had clawed on it, it was just a little imprint, that would eventually heal but it seemed as if I had been marked.

My mind suddenly travelled to that dream I had when that strange guy held me. Did he mark me in real life, too?

"They already made their move."

My gaze moved to Dace. "What?"

Dace looked to the side, his hazels giving a strange glow and I could tell he was mind linking his pack.

"Dace, what’s going on?" I asked, suddenly frightened.

"There’s no need to be scared, baby girl."

But that doesn’t answer my question. I tried to speak again, but I was already in his arms as he carried me to the bathroom.

My feet found the cold tiles, but I held onto him as he turned the shower on.

Thankfully, it was warm.

"You have to give me more than that," I said, ignoring the fact that he was washing me up.

"What did you dream about?" he asked.

Really? A question?

I opened my mouth to speak, but he interrupted me.

"Be honest with me, baby girl."

I swallowed a lump in my throat, leveling my gaze to my feet, but he placed a hand under my chin and raised it gently.

"I remember what happened at the party, it may have just been a dream, but—"

"You think it’s real."

I nodded. "It’s like I was dream walking or maybe I was just truly reliving my lost memories and that of Tessa."

"Go on," He urged, pulling some of my wet hair behind my ear.

Warmth found my chest at his action because it wasn’t like how he faked emotions just to speak with Tessa’s mom. He does this like it was natural for him.

How could I have been so blind? I was so focused on thinking about what I had lost. The Dace I used to know had always been here.

He may have lost his emotions, but he will always be my Dace.

"When I tried to reach for Tessa and Wendy, something stopped me, I don’t know what. His eyes were—" I gulped, shaken by the memory, but having Dace hold me made me feel like I could handle anything. "Soulless and—"

"White," he finished for me.

I narrowed my eyes. "What do you know?"

"The little time I’ve kept my distance, we have been investigating. Let’s say Tessa’s death opened my eyes to other things. That thing you saw? It’s a Wendigo, and they prey by feeding on supernaturals and humans."

He turned off the shower and reached for the towel. "I did a meeting with the council too, and it has come to my knowledge that more supernaturals are coming out of hiding, the world is changing." He wrapped me with a towel.

"Changing?"

"It’s only a matter of time before humans discover that they are not alone."