Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
I can’t stop the laugh that escapes. “Or it’s your cock that’s magical.”
“Yeah, but I already knew that. That was never in question,” he grins, kissing both my cheeks and down my neck. “But what you’ve got between your legs? That’s pure paradise, Mayflower.”
“So, did we cross off anything on your list?”
I can feel him smile against my skin. “Why, Maven Oakley. Are you asking to know about my
Ways to Fuck Maven Senseless list? Because I’ll absolutely fucking show it to you as long as I can eat your pretty pussy while you read it out loud so I can taste which ideas turn you on the most.”
Oh, gods.
He starts nibbling and teasing my neck and clavicle, and I jolt in surprise when his fingers move between my legs, slipping through my pussy to push anything that has escaped back inside of me.
Is that something people do? It’s fucking hot. Maybe that’s another thing to ask Kenzie about.
But when Baelfire starts grinding gently against my side, my eyes pop back open, and I sit up, blinking down at his rigid cock.
“You already came.”
“Harder than I’ve ever come in my entire fucking life,” he sighs happily, his eyes sparkling as he sits up and kisses my jaw. “I’m so damn excited for round two. Need some water or something first? Or another shower?”
I abruptly remember a very brief conversation with Kenzie on my fourth day at Everbound. It was only so brief because I’d insisted she stop talking or I would shun her. She had been telling me that most legacies have very short refractory periods compared to humans—especially shifters. Which means that they usually spend hours, sometimes days, in bed thanks to their insane sex drives.
“Round two,” I echo slowly.
Now that I’m not incredibly distracted, my stomach is turning, and my nerves tighten in apprehension. I’m still getting over the overwhelming orgasm, so I feel torn between two extremes and glance down when I realize I’m unconsciously scrubbing my arm hard enough to scratch the skin.
Baelfire notices, too, and catches my hand, pressing it to his lips. “Nope. No more.”
“But I enjoyed all of that,” I huff. “A lot. I want more. Ignore my stupid body. If we go again, I just need to be distracted?—“
He cups my jaw, his gaze like warm honey. “I’m not fucking you when the only way you can enjoy it is by not thinking about it. What we just did was perfect and the best fucking thing that’s ever happened to me, and we’re not going to push it any further today. Okay?”
I sigh, petulant despite myself. “Fine. Enjoy blue balls.”
Baelfire throws his head back in a sharp laugh. “You’re so fucking cute. And not to ruin this moment by bringing up the elephant in the room, but…” He ducks his head and shoots me a surprisingly bashful look. “You…called me your mate.”
Now, outside the heat of the moment, knowing I said that makes my neck heat. It just sounds so official and intimate.
I just shrug, pretending it’s nothing. “I thought it might turn you on.”
His smile is blinding. “Fuck yes, it does. You have no idea.”
Actually, I do, I almost say.
Because the idea of him being mine is a siren call, something I know I should tune out…but I’m not going to anymore. As I said, I’m done resisting. The gods tempted me too far, and now these legacies will get a front-row seat to my bleak ending.
But I’m going to give them my everything right up until the end. I’ll fight for them every fucking way I can.
Speaking of fighting…
“So, where exactly did you hide Pierce?”
SILAS
When I come to, I stare down at a bloodied knife clutched in my right hand. I’m standing in my private dorm, and for a moment, unadulterated panic swirls in my gut because the only person I have ever let in here is Maven. So if I stabbed someone in here?—
But then I feel the pain scorching through me, emanating from my right upper thigh. Swearing, I drop onto the seat beside the fire, clutching at the wound to keep the blood from gushing while simultaneously drawing on it to send healing magic deep into my leg.
Stabbing myself is a new and rather unpleasant development to my curse.
He snapped out of it, one of the voices in my head complains.
Finish the job, my father’s voice hisses.
Another one of them cackles at my pain.
My head throbs, my ears ring, and for a moment, I can barely focus on healing my own leg as an overwhelming wave of paranoia has my gaze darting about my dorm in alarm.
“Who’s there?” I snap when I hear a sound come from my kitchenette.
It’s the one who stabbed you.
Here they come.
Ignoring the laughing voices in my head becomes impossible. Finally, I limp into the kitchenette, still clutching the bloodied knife, my breathing quick and labored. But all I find is a pot boiling over from when I started on the concealment potion for Maven…which, according to the clock on the stove, was hours ago.
I swear again. Slumping to the floor, I set down the blade and cover my face with trembling, bloodied hands.
I’m losing it.
How much longer do I have before my curse takes hold entirely? It can’t be long. At this point, I likely have days or weeks left. Perhaps this could have been avoided had I come to Everbound immediately after my twentieth or twenty-first birthday, as is standard…
But then, no. Maven wouldn’t have been here, anyway, and I have always been destined to suffer without my blood blossom.
The Garnet Wizard is the one who insisted I wait an additional year before enrolling at Everbound University. The Legacy Council was furious about it, but he’d dared them to try entering his sanctuary—which is more of a glorified death trap—and retrieve me themselves.
When I asked why the delay, he gave me a vague answer insisting he had an extremely valuable source who instructed him to keep me at his side for another year. I didn’t ask follow-up questions, but now I wonder if he somehow knew that Maven wouldn’t be here for me until this year.
Maven.
It’s already nearing midnight. I need to finish the concealment potion and return to my keeper as soon as possible. But before I’ve even finished healing my leg, there’s a knock at the door of my private dorm.
Immediately, my nerves are on edge.
It’s someone with a knife. They’ll attack the moment you open the door.
Gritting my teeth against the voices that refuse to leave me alone, I answer the door and go perfectly still. Because instead of Maven or any other legacy, Somnus DeLune waits with a sneer.
“Follow me, young Crane. It’s time for your interrogation.”
Damn it. This is going to end badly. And now that I know about Maven’s past, if they ask questions about her…
I can’t lie.
“Awfully late for an interrogation,” I note, trying to keep my voice light.
The incubus monster bares sharp teeth at me. “Please do continue stalling. I’m to execute any who resist on the spot, and it would be immensely pleasing to kill any of your quintet.”
My heart hammers in my chest. I glance over my shoulder at the cacophony of spell ingredients on my coffee table. “I won’t resist, but allow me to finish bandaging my wound.”
His black, soulless gaze drops to my leg, and he snorts. “Attacked, were you? Excellent. A weak quintet is fitting for him.”
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