Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
I hesitate. Should I tell her this? It may only upset her.
“Set on?”
“Decimus,” I mutter.
Her eyes widen in shocked outrage. I was right. This is upsetting her, so I hurry to finish and get it over with.
“He was eight years old at the time and drew too much attention as the miracle child of the revered Decimus family. Which means he drew Omar Crane’s attention, too, in all the worst ways. When I discovered that, I unraveled Omar’s mind piece by fucking piece until he craved death more than anything else. Watching him drive that silver through his own forehead was beyond satisfying, and I have never once regretted it.”
Maven takes a moment as if trying to compose herself despite overwhelming emotions. Then she whispers, “You killed Silas’s family to protect Baelfire.”
How utterly soft that makes me seem. I make a noncommittal noise and study my previously injured hand. It still stings like hell, and the gradually regenerating skin is bright red, but at least it’s no longer half-melted.
“It was a domino effect,” I explain. “I only drove their keeper and Crane’s uncle insane because they were involved in trafficking. The rest of the lot killed each other or themselves on their own after that, driven by curses and such. But Crane would never believe me if I told him that. He’s much more comfortable hating me for it, so I’ve never bothered explaining.”
She nods and then sits beside me on the bed. “If Baelfire was eight, you would have been…thirteen?”
“Something like that.”
“You’re very sweet, in a fucked up way,” she informs me.
I can’t resist leaning over to kiss her temple. “I enjoy being fucked up. So do you. We’re rather perfect that way.”
Maven nods and yawns, and I realize how exhausted she is. I’ve been too elated about seeing her again to notice how heavily Limbo is weighed down around her.
“You need rest,” I say softly. “It’s the wee hours of the morning. I assume things must have only gotten worse here, so you’ll need your strength.”
“First, I have three more questions.”
“Ask anything.”
“You never told me exactly where you went. Where were you?”
I stand and take the poultices, setting things out of the way for when she goes to sleep. “Recently, there were three bizarrely large surges of shadow fiends, all within hours of each other. It threw Limbo into disarray, which led to wisps and shades breaking free and demolishing two legacy bases near the Divide. The Immortal Quintet sent me to contain the situation.”
I also used that time to get more reverium, and I tracked down a strangely colorless plant currently tucked in my leather jacket’s inner pocket. I found it in the inner reaches of the Divide. I’ll give it to Crane when he wakes up so he can see if it will help Maven’s condition, just as reverium helps me. And if that one doesn’t work, I’ll find a way back out of Everbound’s wards and keep looking, if necessary.
When I turn back to her, Maven seems deep in thought. I smile. “What is Question Number Two?”
“Sexually speaking, are you interested in men?”
My brows go up. That’s quite the subject change. She’s always so delightfully unexpected.
When Maven sees my reaction, she clarifies, “I thought Baelfire and Silas showered together. They didn’t, but I wondered whether you would want to…”
“Fuck around with them?” I grimace. “Not to insult your taste in men, love, but that’s revolting.”
She tips her head. “What about other men?”
I can tell she’s asking only out of pure curiosity. I opt for full transparency.
“I didn’t experience real pleasure with women, so after a while, I tried men. It was equally empty, and I gave up on both shortly after. Until I met you, I felt nothing of substance or genuine attraction toward anyone.”
Maven’s eyes soften, and then she hums thoughtfully. “But that’s not true. You went after those predators out of anger. You protected Baelfire. That had to come from feeling something.”
“Rage, apathy, and brief instances of vague purpose when I was destroying whoever I chose to. That’s all I had until I saw you, darling.”
Now, I feel an extraordinary amount of emotions around her. But especially obsession. I crave tying my soul to hers just as much as I crave the taste of her dreams. I’ve only tasted her nightmares so far, and their flavor turned my stomach. But I suspect that with the barest taste of her dreams, I’ll be well and truly addicted.
“Would feeding on my dreams help you heal faster?”
I jolt, blinking at her in bewilderment. Did she read my mind, or am I finally dreaming?
Maven arches a brow. “That’s my third question.”
“Yes. Feeding would allow me to heal faster. I haven’t fed in days.” Hence why my ability to heal is lagging. Everyone was too on edge to sleep in the areas where I was fixing tears in Limbo, so there was nothing for me to devour.
She nods thoughtfully. “I haven’t had nightmares with the totem you left. Thank you for that, by the way. Where did you get it?”
“Somnus.”
She pauses, and it seems as though gears are turning in her head. Her mind is so beautifully unexpected that I don’t even dare to guess at what she’s thinking. It could be anything.
But finally, she nods. “Stay with me tonight. You can feed on my dreams while I sleep.”
My mouth waters at an alarming rate, but not as alarming as the stiffness surging into my cock. Maven’s dreams, I crave.
But Maven sleeping
…
Gods above. Watching her sleep is going to be the death of me. I can’t stop the illicit thoughts now running rampant in my head—thoughts of Maven sleeping while I gently peel off her clothes, baring her to my gaze. The way her peaceful breathing would change if I were to play with her pretty nipples.
Would she make those same captivating, breathless sounds in her sleep that she did at that inn?
I bet she would. I want to make her come in her sleep. With her dream state in my grasp, I could harness her subconscious sexual desires and drive her to such pleasure that she would drench my face over and over. Then I would slide the tip of my cock through all that beautiful wetness and?—
“Crypt?”
I look away, internally cursing my painfully hard cock for taking all my blood and leaving me lightheaded with need. She’s tired. She needs rest. I must make sure she gets to sleep quickly, and I won’t push her when she isn’t ready for all the furtive ways I desperately want to worship her.
“You have no water in here,” I say, my voice barely a rasp. “I’ll bring you some.”
She looks confused but doesn’t protest my sudden offer as I quickly leave the room to force myself to calm down. I get a cup of water from the kitchen, but when I turn back toward the hall and pass the TV room, I spot Decimus. He’s sitting on the far end of the couch where Crane is sleeping. Decimus’s head is hanging, but when he looks up at me, I pause.
One thing is clear. He overheard our conversation about Omar Crane.
Damn. I hadn’t stopped to think about his shifter hearing.
He opens his mouth, looking as if he wants to say something, but then clears his throat and looks back down.
Good. Anything the dragon has to say about it, I don’t care to hear. I was going to kill Omar for his past crimes, anyway. Knowing that he was after Decimus was the last straw, but the last fucking thing I need is for these wankstains to think I’m their friend.
Without a word, I leave him and return to Maven’s room. Shutting the door softly, I set the water on the bedside table for her. The lamp is off, but darkness doesn’t limit my eyesight, so I can still easily make out the way she yawns and curls in on herself slightly under the blanket.
“Thanks for the water,” she murmurs sleepily.
Thank you for existing, my love.
I lay on the bed beside her, careful not to touch her. I try to ignore my pounding heart. I’m nearly breathless with anticipation at the thought of consuming her dreams until morning. Yet I can already tell my cock will be leaking all night. I enjoy edging, but there’s a fine line between teasing and torture.
“Darling?” I whisper softly.
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