Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
The sexy dragon shifter stops in front of me, and that’s when I manage to draw my attention away from his incredibly cut muscles and notice the strain on his face.
“Are you hurting?” I ask, frowning as I stand.
“I’m fucking dying.”
“What—“
He steps closer, and—oh, gods. His erection is hard and huge, pressing against my stomach through the towel. Baelfire’s eyes are molten when I meet them, edged with that same animalistic obsession I saw in his dragon’s eyes earlier.
“You said the rescue mission is after midnight, right? That gives you a few hours to grind that gorgeous pussy of yours all over my face until I can’t breathe.
Please.”
Heat builds under my skin. As usual, there’s no sensation in the region of my heart, but I can feel my pulse picking up as I gaze up at him. He’s right—I have hours to kill.
And I want him, too. Badly. As if touching him now will erase the fact that I could have lost him today before I even let myself have him.
But…
When Baelfire sees my hesitation, he squeezes his eyes shut and takes a deep breath as if to anchor himself. “Okay. Got it. I won’t ask again tonight. If you don’t want it?—“
“I told you, I want to enjoy touch,” I remind him, feeling a flush crawl over my skin as I brush my fingers down his beautifully toned body.
Baelfire exhales sharply. “Thank gods. Then…can I wash you?”
Oh. Right. I’m splattered in blood. While I don’t mind, it’s probably not the best way to set the mood for Baelfire.
I start to pull my hand back. “I’ll go shower?—“
He catches my hand, shaking his head as a dazzling smile breaks over his face. “Hey, no getting self-conscious on me now. I’d fuck you six ways to Sunday right this second if you told me to cut to the chase, but I’m fucking dying to take care of my mate. Please, baby?”
Once again, my attention snags on the collar around his throat. Relying on the intoxicating instincts that seem to come so naturally around Baelfire, I reach up and tug on his collar until he’s at my eye level. His golden eyes widen.
“Fine. Wash me. And then I’ll decide whether I’ll still punish you for getting yourself hurt.”
He swallows hard, so I feel it against the collar. “
Fuck. Please punish me, baby. Holy shit, I want that so fucking bad?—“
I tug again more gently to stop him. “You can beg after you’ve washed me.”
Without another word, Baelfire scoops me up and rushes to the massive bathroom connected to my room like his ass is on fire. Pausing to set me down gently, he reaches into the sizeable glassed-in shower. He turns on the spray, testing it until he decides it’s the right temperature.
I reach for the hem of my shirt, but his hand covers mine.
“Let me. I want to do everything for you right now.”
That idea is oddly pleasing, but I raise my brow expectantly and wait.
“Please,” he adds ardently, his face pleading.
“Good boy.”
Baelfire visibly shivers, swallowing again as he gently strips off my bloodied gloves and my shirt before unlacing and removing my boots and socks. When he moves behind me to ease down my oversized pants and plain black panties, he moans.
“Do you have any idea how much I daydream about this perfect ass? Your body is so fucking mouthwatering. All it takes is you breathing near me, and I’m so hard I can’t even think.”
Feeling impish and daring, I lean forward, reach back, and spread myself for him.
He swears viciously, and then I jolt when he drops to his knees, and his hot tongue drags through my pussy. Baelfire moans and presses in deeper, clearly forgetting about the shower filling up with steam in front of me. Before I can get too lost in how incredible it feels, I step away, moving into the warm spray.
After all, I really am gross from combat training. It’s borderline embarrassing how fast the water going down the drain turns dark with blood and dirt.
Baelfire joins me without bothering to remove his towel, and the next few minutes are…confusing. Because even though he’s gentle and soothing in all his touches as he covers his hands with soap to lather up my body…they’re still hands.
On me. Skin on skin.
That familiar prickling feeling starts to crawl down my neck.
He starts washing my hips and thighs, but I step away, shutting my eyes to breathe. “Wait. I just…I need a second to?—“
“You know you don’t have to explain anything,” Baelfire murmurs, giving me the time I need to keep my thoughts from spiraling. “I fucking love touching you like this, Maven, but if it’s getting difficult for you, tell me and we’ll stop.”
I arch a brow and look pointedly at the raging hard-on that’s barely concealed under his wet towel. Because of our height difference, it’s impossible to miss right in front of me.
“He’ll calm down once your addictive scent isn’t burning me alive from the inside out,” he moans dramatically.
My lips twitch. I step closer to him, putting his hands back on my hips. “I don’t want to stop. I want you to wash me and then fuck me. But only after you’ve begged,” I add, because I think I want that just as badly as he obviously does.
Baelfire’s breathing turns staccato. “You’ll let me actually…?”
“Not until you finish washing me. I want to be nice and clean before you try to fit all of that inside me.”
“Oh, fuck.”
After that, Baelfire washes me in an almost fevered state, his rasping breath and molten gaze working together with his large hands to make me wet as hell as he cleans me thoroughly.
When he shampoos my hair, his fingertips massage along my scalp. My mouth drops open, and I shut my eyes.
“Enjoying it, baby?” he asks, his voice thick.
No one has ever washed my hair for me before. Besides Lillian, and that was only when I was very young. But bathing out of a bucket was nowhere near this pleasant.
“It feels amazing.”
“I’ll do this every fucking day for you if you want.”
He’s done with my hair, so I tip my head back to glance up at him. “Right now, all I want is the sweet sound of your begging.”
His eyes are pools of amber heat as he turns me to face him just outside the shower spray. Then he drops to his knees, buries his face between my breasts, and licks my scar there. That sends a jolt of both shock and need through me, and reflexively, I twist my fingers in his wet hair to wrench his head back.
He moans.
“You really do want to be punished, don’t you?” I breathe, tracing the wet collar around his throat with my fingertips. “You look so good on your knees like this. I just wish I’d put this collar on you myself. Only for when we’re alone, just for me to see, because we both know you’re my good little pet.”
Not that there’s anything little about him.
Baelfire is panting now, and he reaches down to squeeze his hard cock through the towel still wrapped around his waist. “Oh, gods, yes. You have no idea how much I’d fucking love that.”
“Good answer.”
I lean down to sprinkle kisses on his face. He shuts his eyes and basks in it, not caring about the water dripping on his face. It’s fascinating, pressing my lips all over him like this. I’ve only kissed lips until now.
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