Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
But not hers. No, Maven tastes like she’s mine.
It’s beyond all description as her magic lights up my entire system beyond any other power I’ve ever experienced. I moan and grind desperately against her. All of my instincts are dialed up to ten as I lose control.
When she groans and bares her neck, I eagerly sink my teeth there, eyes rolling back as her flavor floods my mouth.
I could live like this.
I could die like this.
She could control me with just one drop. I’m utterly captive to my need for her and wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Silas,” Maven breathes finally, the soft rasp of her voice cutting into my frenzied state of heaven-struck bloodlust.
I force myself to unlatch from her neck, lapping gently at the puncture marks left behind as I try to catch my breath. I can barely speak.
“Godsdamn you.”
“They already have, but what is it for this time?” she laughs breathlessly.
I groan and continue licking and kissing down her neck. Feeding has never aroused me before, but my cock is throbbing in my pants as I try to come down from that overwhelming experience.
“Why would you reward me for hurting you by allowing me to hurt you further?” I demand, finally looking up at her.
But there’s no sign of hurt or even discomfort on my blood blossom’s face. Instead, she looks nearly blissed out. For vampires, pleasure feeding is typical, but it occurs very rarely in blood fae. We feed for magic, which is usually very painful for anyone we bite.
Yet, in some cases…
I lick my lips of all traces of her, needing every last taste. “It didn’t hurt?”
Maven’s smile is wicked. “Maybe slightly. But I prefer it that way.”
Then her expression sobers, and I immediately realize I’ve been all over her without checking in to see if her aversion to touch was bothering her. I apologize and try to remove myself, but Maven wraps her arms around me and shakes her head.
“I was just thinking. How can we fix your curse?”
“There’s no cure.” Aside from breaking my curse by binding my heart to hers…but hers is in the Nether.
She seems thoughtful for a long moment before tipping her head. “Would Baelfire’s dragon scales help somehow? Is that why you wanted them so badly?”
The reminder of how terribly I’m failing at getting those scales makes me sigh. I move to lay beside my keeper, pulling her close again. It’s selfish, considering everything that just happened, but I need her close.
“No. The dragon scales aren’t for me. I want them for two things.”
She waits expectantly.
I study her and sigh. “The main reason, I’m not at liberty to say. I promised to keep it a secret.”
But Maven is exceptionally sharp, so it only takes her a moment of thought. “You have no close family left. The closest person in your life is most likely…the Garnet Wizard, your mentor. Are the scales for him?”
I can’t say a word, but I can nod.
“His quintet died,” she goes on. “I overheard that weeks ago when I was studying in the library, and two faculty members mentioned him in passing. So, if his keeper is dead, then his curse returned. It must be a nasty curse since he’s believed to be very powerful. Do you want scales to help him with easing his curse?”
I nod again. “I’m running out of time to help. He’s been my only semblance of family for ten years, and his last letter read like a goodbye. If I don’t get scales to him soon, he—” My voice cuts off as my fae promise keeps me from saying anything else about it, and I sigh. “By the way, you would make a decent detective.”
“Just as you make a decent caster,” she snarks, the same insult she used after seeing me fight for the first time.
I narrow my eyes at her, trying not to smile at her playfulness. “Minx.”
“I take it you promised him not to tell a soul, which must be why you resorted to betting on my pussy just to get what you want from Baelfire.”
I flinch. Fucking hell, I’ve been the worst match in the world to her, haven’t I?
“I’m sorry for that. I’ll always be sorry for that.”
She shrugs and examines her hand, which is still bleeding lightly. “It’s in the past. I forgive you. But I’d like to know the other reason you want dragon scales.”
The sight of her injury turns my stomach, despite how my mouth waters again at the sight of her blood. It’s such a paradox.
“I’ll get bandages,” I say hoarsely.
But when I try to move, Maven again stops me and seems almost…nervous. I realize why when she softly chants in necromancy. Just like when we were searching for the changeling, the air chills and my own magic tingles with wariness in my veins at my proximity to such a twisted, dark craft.
I watch in fascination as Maven’s skin starts to heal and the bruises fade. But her fingertips blacken, and her skin becomes paler than its usual olive-toned hue.
When she’s done, she looks at me. “Well?”
“Forbidden though it may be, I find your necromancy beautiful.”
Her lips twitch. “Thanks. But I meant, what’s the other reason?”
Ah. I grimace. “Don’t tell Baelfire. Or the others. They’ll think I secretly have a bleeding heart.”
Again, she waits, and finally, I huff and sit up to magically clean up the mess I left on the floor earlier. As my magic works, I mutter, “The last family of dragons are infertile. In another generation or two, they’ll go extinct. I’m developing a potion to reverse their troubles, but it requires golden dragon scales.”
Maven stares at me before sitting up and tilting her head. “You’re…trying to help Baelfire’s family procreate?”
I wrinkle my nose. “Phrasing it that way makes it sound obscene. But yes, basically.”
“But why wouldn’t you tell Baelfire?”
“The Decimus family is extremely proud. They get unbelievably testy about the fact that none of his siblings has had children if it’s brought up. Baelfire would probably rather eat shit than ever ask for help, let alone from me. If I told him I wanted scales for that, he would think I was freakishly invested in his pedigree, which I’m not.” I shrug. “Also, I was going to sell the fertility potion to his family at a ridiculously high price.”
“Because why be altruistic when you can be rich instead?”
“Precisely.”
She snorts and shakes her head. “You idiots are all so determined to pretend you hate each other.”
I lean forward to kiss her. “We’re your idiots.”
She smiles back at me, which twists my heart into delighted little knots, but then her expression shifts quickly to something heartbreaking.
“You deserve to have your curse broken. I want to find a way to help, but…” She clears her throat and looks away, seeming pained. “It’s not too late for you to find a different keeper?—“
“Not this again,” I sigh. “The answer is no, Maven. Absolutely fucking not.”
“But if someone else who has an actual fucking heart can keep you from going insane?—“
I kiss her again, forcibly this time to keep her words from coming out. Pulling away, I shake my head. “My curse isn’t your burden. If it goes unbroken, then that’s my fate. I still want you, ima sangfluir. The descent into madness will be much sweeter with you at my side.”
Maven looks as if she’s about to argue more, but we both hear the sound of a door closing somewhere else in the apartment. Her face lights up, and even though I can’t stand the rest of our quintet half the time, I swear on the gods, I could hug all three of those bastards for getting that pained expression off our keeper’s face.
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