Blood Legacy (Rewritten)

22. So it's either sex with you or no sex at all?!?

"I'm what?" I stifled a laugh as I couldn't help but think how stupid that sounded, watching his expression remain unchanged as he repeated with a sober tone,

"You're going into heat,"

I started laughing, obviously having a hard time even trying to take into consideration what he was saying.

"Eww. First of all, that actually sounds gross," I continued to laugh, taking ahold of his shirt as that dizziness was starting to creep up on me again.

"You mean like some damn animal or something?"

His eyes narrowed at me, remaining silent though as he waited for me to sober up.

"How are you so sure though? I'm just a human, in case you forgot. Maybe I just have a random virus and you're wrong," I countered back. I didn't believe him. Not a single word. He wasn't making any damn sense anyway. Heat. How the hell could I ever get into heat? I'm not a damn fucking cat for Christ's sake!

"I am sure because I can smell it on you,"

"What? How the hell-"

Okay, time to start feeling concerned, I thought as I quickly remembered that he was a supernatural being after all and they all seemed to have these crazy heightened abilities anyway, so maybe there was something actually wrong with me that he'd managed to pick up.

My lips parted as I stared up at him, barely even noticing the feel of his hands on the back of my thighs as he effortlessly hoisted me up on the marble counter right next to my sink, his gaze flittering over my body as he added with a grungy voice,

"It's coming out of your every pore,"

What? Eww! Does that mean that I stink?

I discreetly tried to sniff myself as he slightly moved to the right and started rummaging through my cabinets, not really feeling anything other than perhaps my vomit breath.

Ugh.

"And how does this heat manifest in humans? What's gonna happen to me? Am I going to die?" I curiously asked as I watched him come up with a pack of makeup-removing wet wipes, his gaze passing over my features as he placed his hands either side of my thighs at the edge of the counter, pausing for a moment.

"No, you're just going to feel very sick and hot unless..." He trailed off, simply gazing into my eyes as I closely waited for his answer, his momentary hesitance invoking a sense of frustration within me.

"Unless what?" I pressed on, my brows raising.

"Unless we go through the mating ritual, meaning that we will have to have sex,"

"WHAT?"

"Yeah, it's either you have sex with me or get through this excruciating phase for a week," He casually said like it was the easiest thing in the world, proceeding to pull out a few wipes as he started removing that smudged makeup off of my face all the while I simply stared back at him, entirely baffled.

What the fuck?!?

"You're lying," I voiced out the first thing that passed through my mind as I took ahold of his arm, putting a halt to his actions.

"Why would I?" He expressed a small shrug.

"Because you've said it yourself; you want to have me. You want to make me yours by any means necessary," My gaze narrowed at him, trying to gauge his reaction as I had basically just called him out.

He did say that at the dance. I could clearly remember it, even if I was currently feeling like shit.

"I can easily assure you that I'm not. Not in this case. You can go and ask your dearest David if you don't believe me," He spewed out that last sentence with a rather mocking tone, giving me a pointed look before resuming to his previous task of removing any makeup left on my face.