Page 21 of Blood Legacy (Eternal Descent (MistHallow Academy) #1)

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DANTE

Staring at the intricate coved ceiling as I lie in bed, unable to sleep, I slap my hands over my ears, but it does nothing. The noise is driving me insane. I might end up alongside Tanner, restrained and frothing at the mouth at this rate. It makes me wish I was back home in the maudlin silence of a pureblood stronghold. With a groan, I drop my hands and roll over, smooshing the pillow covered in red silk into a more comfortable position. The room is under the shadow of darkness, the sunlight blocked out by industrial strength, heavy, crushed velvet curtains. I’m not impervious to the sunlight but it does make me feel tired and ill. How Gaida is prancing around under the burning sun is a fucking mystery. It shows me her fortitude, if I didn’t already know. Unfortunately, it’s showing everyone else as well. Those who feared her and her family will be even more afraid.

A soft knock on the door interrupts my brooding. “What?” I groan.

“It’s Gaida.”

That perks me up. Her pureblood in close proximity should drown out the noise. Act as a buffer.

“It’s open,” I call out.

She pushes the door open and steps into the gloom, closing it quickly. “You don’t lock it?”

“Who is going to sneak up on me and try to stake me?”

“Fuck knows but lock it in future.”

I turn onto my back and fold my arm behind my head. “Aww, you worried about me, ma reine ?”

“Excuse you. I’m nobody’s queen.”

“Hmm, that’s not how people see you around here.”

She kicks off her heels and comes closer. “My dad is here.”

“Oh, fun.”

“No, the opposite. He knocked on Luke’s door while I had my fingers up my cunt, on his request.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Oh? That’s a development I wasn’t expecting at this stage of the game.”

“Me either. But me kissing you in the dining hall was the catalyst. Should’ve done it sooner.” She smiles sadly. “He will pull away again now.”

“No, he won’t,” I say, taking her hand and pulling her down onto the bed with me. She comes willingly, resting her head on my chest. She traces the grooves of my muscles with her fingertip. It makes my cock stir under the silk. “If anything, he will be even more desperate to finish what he started.”

“He bit me,” she croaks. “It was…”

“How you imagined?” My fingers tangle in her hair. I don’t know what it is about this woman, but even when she talks about another guy, it turns me on.

“Better,” she whispers, her finger tracing lower, dipping beneath the sheet. “It was like every cell in my body caught fire.”

I groan, both from her touch and the image she’s painting. “That’s what it’s supposed to be like between compatible vampires.”

“Is that what we are? Compatible?”

Her question hangs in the air between us. I tilt her face up to mine. “We’re something, Gaida. I don’t know what to call it yet.”

She shifts, straddling me quickly. The scent of her arousal hits me like a punch to the gut. She rocks against me, her dress riding up her thighs. “I’m horny.”

“So he warmed you up, and you come to me to finish the job?” My tone is dark, seductive.

Her eyes flash dangerously as she grinds down on my cock.

“Yes,” she says boldly, leaning down to whisper against my lips. “Does that bother you?”

I don’t touch her. I want her to do all the work here. If she has come to use my cock to satisfy her libido, then that’s up to her. “I don’t care.”

She pulls her dress over her head and unclasps her bra. Her tits tumble free, and I resist the urge to twist her nipple until she cries out my name.

“Like what you see?”

“You know I do,” I reply, my voice rough with desire. “But I’m not the only one, am I?”

She rips her knickers off, an action that makes my cock jerk violently.

“Touch me,” she commands.

I shake my head slowly. “You came to me. You take what you need.”

Her eyes narrow at the challenge. She reaches between us, grasping my cock, and positions herself above it. With deliberate slowness, she sinks down, taking me inch by inch until I’m fully sheathed inside her.

We both groan at the sensation. She’s tight, wet, and scorching hot around me.

“Ride me,” I whisper. “Take what you need from me, Gaida.”

She moves, rolling her hips in an enticing way that makes her tits jiggle. Her head falls back, exposing the long, elegant column of her throat. My fangs extend automatically at the sight.

“Bite me,” she gasps, increasing her pace.

“No.”

She hisses, digging her claws into my chest, drawing blood.

The pain is exquisite, driving me closer to the edge.

“Bite me,” she pants again.

“I said no.”

“Why?” she asks, going still.

“I’m not an active participant in this. I’m just a cock to get you off.”

“That’s not true.”

“It is, but it doesn’t matter. I know you feel something for me. It’s just not as deep as what you feel for him.”

She stares at me but then rotates her hips again. “You want to define us? Fine. I love fucking you, Dante. I love how your cock feels inside me. I love how you don’t care about my feelings for Luke. I fucking adore how you let me use you for my fantasies. I love how we are the same. I love how our blood sings to each other. I want to be with you, Dante. But I can’t stop wanting to be with him.”

“No one said you had to. In fact, I said the opposite.”

She slides her hands up my chest, her claws retracting as she leans down to kiss me. I allow it, my lips responding to hers even as I keep my hands off her. The taste of her is addictive, a heady mixture of desire and power that makes my head spin.

“You’re making a point,” she murmurs against my mouth.

“Am I?”

“Yes.” She sits up, still keeping me buried deep inside her. “And I get it.”

“Do you?”

She moves again, slower this time, more deliberate. “You want me to acknowledge that this isn’t just about sex. That I’m not just using you as a substitute.”

I remain silent, watching her face as she rides me. The pleasure is building again, coiling tight in my balls, but I refuse to give in to it completely.

“You’re right,” she continues, her voice breathy. “You’re not just a cock to get me off. You’re something more.”

“Define ‘more’,”

“I don’t know yet. But I want to find out.”

That’s enough for now. I grip her hips and flip us over, pinning her underneath me without breaking our connection. Her eyes widen in surprise, then darken with lust as I slam into her soaking wet cunt, revelling in the claiming.

Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper as I drive into her relentlessly. Each thrust is a statement, a claim, a possession.

“Dante,” she gasps, her fangs extending as she arches beneath me.

I can feel her pulse racing, the blood rushing just beneath her skin. The temptation to sink my fangs into her neck is almost overwhelming, but I resist. This isn’t about blood-sharing or forming bonds we’re not ready for. This is about connection, about acknowledgement.

“Look at me,” I demand, slowing my pace to torturous, deep strokes.

Her eyes flutter open, the blue depths hazy with pleasure. When our gazes lock, something electric passes between us. Her emotions flood into me—desire, confusion, need, and something deeper that neither of us is ready to name.

“I feel you,” I whisper, pressing my forehead against hers. “All of you.”

“I thought you couldn’t with purebloods?”

My lips part as I have no answer for that. It is the first time I’ve felt anything from a pureblood vampire.

But as quickly as it hit me, it vanishes without a trace, and I groan, ramming into her with more force.

I increase my pace again, driving us both toward release. She tightens around me, her pussy clenching as she approaches her climax. The pressure builds at the base of my spine, my balls drawing up tight.

“Come with me,” I growl against her ear.

She shatters first, her body convulsing around me as she cries out my name. The sound of it on her lips pushes me over the edge, and I explode inside her, my release so powerful it leaves me shaking. I drain myself completely into her, reluctant to leave her. I leverage myself over her as my cock hardens again inside her. She giggles, and I smirk. “I wonder how other creatures manage without that perk?”

“This is why I’ve only ever been with vampires.”

“Tragic,” I murmur against her throat, inhaling her scent. “But it makes me a lucky bastard.”

“Did you really read me then?” she asks, cupping my face as I pull my hips back before burying my cock deep inside her again. Slowly, this time.

“Yes, for a few seconds. It’s gone now.”

“Did we connect on a base level, do you think?”

Her insight touches me. She is trying to understand me. “Maybe. We will have to see if it happens again. But I don’t want it to happen again,” I admit, brushing my lips against hers. “I like that I can’t read you. It’s peaceful.”

She laughs softly, her body still trembling with aftershocks around my cock. “Peaceful? That’s not a word I’d use to describe whatever this is between us.”

“Not us,” I clarify, rolling my hips slowly. “Your mind. It’s quiet. Everyone else is just noise. Constant, unrelenting noise.”

Her expression softens with understanding. “Is that why you couldn’t sleep? The noise?”

I nod, burying my face in her neck, inhaling her scent. “It’s getting worse. The severed bonds have everyone on edge, broadcasting their emotions like fucking loudspeakers. But when you’re close...” I press deeper into her, making her gasp. “It all goes quiet.”

“I’m your silence,” she whispers, and there’s something profound in those words that makes my chest ache.

“You’re my peace, ma reine .”