Blood Legacy

4

After everything we’d been through, finally, Liam was coming around.

If the both of us could handle the pressure of the council, there was nothing that could get in our way.

"Then, I'll tell him yes." A small smile spread on her face. "I'll come up with something to tell Dad." She waved her hands around.

The front door swung open as Liam entered the room. His face was tense, and his jaw ticked, which was a sign of him being royally pissed off.

"I take it things didn't go well?" There was always such turmoil around and involving the two of us. I hated that we couldn't just be happy.

"No, but he'll learn to deal with it soon." He walked over to pull me to my feet and into his arms.

"Dad?" Bree stood beside us and arched an eyebrow.

"Yeah, he wants me to reject her." He ran his fingers through my hair. "I told him he could go to

Hell."

"I never thought I'd see the day when you would challenge the council." She headed toward her room. "I have a feeling I don't want to see what comes next." She slammed her door.

As soon as we were alone, his lips were on mine.

It bothers me that I'm causing so many problems for you. Even as I said the words, his lips were making goosebumps climb my skin.

You've made me the happiest I've ever been, and I'm not giving you up. He grasped my waist, lifting me up, not missing a beat while continuing to hold our kiss.

I wrapped my legs around his waist as he headed to my bedroom. Within seconds of slamming the door shut with his arm, he was on top of me on my bed.

He placed his hands on the blood-red comforter on top of my bed to hold himself up and kissed down my neck, scraping his teeth against where he'd already marked me. One hand slipped under my shirt, and I raised myself slightly as he pulled it from my body.

I winced as my shoulder twinged with pain from the movement.

"Dammit, I tried to be careful." He threw my shirt on the ground, and his eyes zeroed in on my injury. It was only scabbed on the surface, but the tissue Simon had bitten through was still healing internally.

"It's fine. I'll be healed by tomorrow or Thursday." I lifted up and kissed his lips, wanting to get his focus back on me. He’d refused to have s*x with me until I was better, so this wasn't going to go in my favor if I didn’t get his attention elsewhere.

"Then, we can wait until then." He started to pull away from me, but I wrapped my legs around his waist, forcing his body forward.

He caught himself at the last second, trapping me within his arms.

"No, not allowed. You don't get to deny me this morning." I pushed him over and rolled on top of him. My lips slammed onto his, and I reached down, rubbing my hand along him over his pants.

I never thought I'd enjoy being dominated, but dammit, it turns me on. His hands wrapped around me, easily unclasping my bra. I removed it, tossing it over the side of the bed.

He raised his hips as he unbuttoned his jeans and removed them and his boxers in one movement.

Within seconds, he was peeling the rest of my clothes away, removing all barriers from between us.

As I sat straight up, I guided him inside, and soon we were moving in synchronized movements. It had only been days, but it felt like a lifetime since we'd connected like this. The last time had been the night we claimed one another.

He sat up, brushing his lips against my breasts, making my head dizzy with more desire. I upped the pace, and within seconds, pleasure exploded throughout my core.

A low growl sounded from his chest as he rolled me over so he was settled on top. "Now, my turn,” he said, his breath hitting my face.

Then, he thrust, hitting just the right spot once again.

I wrapped my arms around him, digging my fingernails into his back. He groaned with pleasure as he began moving harder and faster.

It wasn't long before both of us moaned in pleasure, connecting us in both mental and physical forms.

When it was all over, he plopped beside me and wrapped me in his arms. I love you.

My heart picked up a beat. He’d never said those words to me before even though I knew he felt them. His admission rang clear between us. I love you too. Then, my eyes grew heavy, and I drifted off to sleep.

THE NEXT MORNING, Liam walked me to Pre-Calculus.

“I better get going to class.” He lowered his lips to mine, kissing me almost borderline inappropriate for the hallways.

“See you soon." I winked and turned on my heel, heading into the classroom, Tripp's jade eyes met mine.

"Someone looks awfully happy." He gave me a sad smile. "Especially now that Kai is hurting."

That wasn't fair. "You knew Liam was my true mate." I met Tripp the same day I had met Kai. We were both freshmen getting a tour from an older academy student. So, to say Tripp became friends with both Kai and me at the same time wasn't an understatement. "It's not like I'd asked Liam to show up that night. I had intended to be with you all the entire night."

"You still could have tried harder." The corner of Tripp's eyes tightened. "I really thought you'd be more considerate than you were."

"I tried to make it work with Kai, but the bond is kind of overwhelming. I couldn’t keep lying to myself or lead Kai on anymore. If you ever meet your fated mate…you will understand." If he thought I was going to let him get away with being an ass, he was wrong. I didn't deserve this. In fact, I had been struggling with how I felt and cared about both Liam and Kai just as bad, if not worse, when all this s**t went down.

He sighed. "Maybe." He shook his head and glanced at the front of the class. The happy-go-lucky friend I knew wasn't here. "But at the end of the day, Kai is hurting. Maybe you do deserve your fated mate…but don’t forget all the ones who got hurt along the way.”

"If you’re expecting me to apologize, it’s not going to happen. I hate that Kai is hurting and that you are stuck in the middle, but I can’t deny fate.” I unzipped my bag and pulled out my notebook. "The problem is you’re only seeing Kai’s side and not putting my best interest at heart. It's great to know I had such a good friend. I won't make that mistake again."

His body tensed as he kept his eyes glued to the front of the class.