BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 58: Can You Handle Me, Baby?

Chapter 58: Can You Handle Me, Baby?

"Tell me baby... can you handle me?"

The truth is I don’t think I can, should I say too hot to handle? I was overly distracted by his thumb constantly stroking my cheeks and making my insides rage in heat, our faces were so close and I felt our nose touching right now, I really wanted him to kiss me so damn badly, THIS was what I couldn’t handle, it was always foolish to play with fire or even touch but why did I want him to burn me? Like I’m at the edge of a cliff and why did I want to jump?

"You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into," he said breathlessly and his breath washed upon my face with heat, I subconsciously went on my tiptoes, I wanted his lips to taste mine, I think I might lose it if I didn’t, should I tell him to kiss me? Maybe I should.

I felt his hand on my waist bringing me down and my eyes flick open, maybe I misread this moment.

"Don’t play with fire" he said like he was restraining himself, I opened my mouth to speak but he was off me the next.

"You know my family owns most of the tropical areas right?"

I just nodded like a lost puppy.

"There’s a reason for that... we own it because...we hunt there"

Okay, I was confused. "H-Hunt?"

"Yes"

I shivered.

"Remember our class about animal behavior?"

"Y-Yes"

"The lion"

"What are you-"

"The lion, Emma"

I gulped. "Wait, you don’t mean..."

He rested his hand on tree bark. "We hunt just like lions, we aren’t called wildlings for nothing"

I think my heartbeat slammed heavily in my chest more than I could bear. I didn’t know how much silence but I think it was enough to finally find my voice.

"R-R-Raw?"

He backed away and I felt this panic feeling again when he walked away, and once again being crazy as I was, I followed him.

"We survive on flesh, but that doesn’t mean it should be raw"

I felt a relief washed upon me.

"The meat holds what we need, the protein within them, just as how vampires live on blood, we leave on those animals"

I gulped. "I-I-If it’s meat then why not the grocery store?"

He barked a burst of laughter and faced me with amusement swelling in his eyes, I licked my lips.

"I just said I’m a beast that lives off flesh of animals either raw or boiled and you ask that?"

So the raw was still among them? Oh my god!

"Relax Emma... the raw is old fashion, as you know my family can be... classy"

But that still didn’t wipe the shock off my face.

"And to answer your question.." he walked toward me and I remained like a deer in highlight. "The thrill of running in the woods, feeling the breeze..." he leaned and my heart hammered. "...the dirt on our paws and the stalking of our prey..." he gave me those eyes again like I was the prey and it made a deep shiver run through me. "...and then mount it for the kill, is everything, other than driving to a grocery store, the old fashion way is better, I’m a werelion baby, and I hunt" he emphasizes on the word ’hunt’

"I-I-I-I’m a prey to y-you?"

"Yes"

I froze up but what I saw in his eyes wasn’t a lion about to kill his prey but something way deeper than that... should I be worried?

"I wanna devour you, Emma, bit by bit until..."

I gasped faintly when his hand grabbed my waist and applied pressure there and I felt like I was being kissed by flames. "...I’m satisfied" I saw it, a deep savage lust within his orbs, deep and ardent and I must admit it scares me, I wasn’t so such anyone has that amount, well a guy has never looked at me like this so I couldn’t tell the difference of much and little but this... was definitely too much to handle.

"I’m scaring you further, ain’t I?"

I gulped.

"You’re shaking"

I was shaking but I didn’t know if, from fear or the thrill that Dace was having lustful thoughts directed at me, it made me think of our slightly intimate session back in class with the video, I haven’t had the chance to dwell on that but right now that was the foundation, the way his finger rubbed against my thighs and how badly I hoped the jeans didn’t get in the way.

"So not fear then..." Dace mused as a grin crossed his lips. "...But aroused"

I think my cheeks got redder than ever, how the fuck does he know? Seeing my shocked expression he spoke in that baritone voice of his. "I have a strong sense of smell"

Does it mean all this time? Because anywhere with Dace I was always... I think my whole face just turned red and I used my palms to cover my face, I could hear his heartfelt chuckle.

"D-D-Does it mean... L-Lucas, E-Emilia?"

"No angel" He took my hands off my face and flicked my glasses properly. "It’s a special trait I have... Just like how Emilia’s a psychic who can read minds aside from the link"

I was about to ask further because questions were now flooding in my head but next, I felt my back against a tree.

"Every single time with that wonderful spring scent of yours mixed with your arousal is making me lose my mind"

My hands placed on his stone chest move and grip his shirt tightly... like my life depended on it, I think it does... after those words he just threw at my face made me hotter than I was previously.

"Fuck!" he growled and I tensed at the sound of it rumbling from deep within his chest.

"Why do you smell so goddamn good?"

Like he was still trying to find that same answer himself.

Our noses brushed and any words I wanted to speak were lost when his hands straddled my waist around and I bit my lip when my jacket slightly raised and I felt his skin to mine, I think a moan escaped me that very moment and at that sound, I think I unleash Dace’s beast.