Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
“But it’s such fun.”
“Oakley, I’m being serious. I want to help you get whatever you need from the black market, and the people I know are trustworthy in their own way.” He pauses, frowning as the perfectly intact snowflakes on his hair and skin glisten in the moonlight. “By the way, what are you trying to get?”
I wrap the blanket tighter around myself, walking around a taller snowdrift. “Etherium.”
“Isn’t that like…glass from Paradise?” Baelfire asks.
“You’ve heard of it?”
He shrugs. “My caster dad, Ivan, loves to study rare magical shit. He’s mentioned etherium once or twice but said that substance is always confiscated by the Legacy Council as soon as it turns up, so he hasn’t gotten to learn much about it.”
I nod. “The dealer I need to contact is notoriously elusive. It’s said he has a significant stash, but otherwise, everyone is incredibly tight-lipped about him.”
I’m going to loosen Melchom’s lips, one way or another.
We walk silently for a moment, and then Everett huffs grouchily. “At this rate, our keeper will wind up with frostbite. It’s far too fucking cold for her out here.”
“If only we had an oversized fire-breathing egomaniac around to keep her warm,” Crypt muses, feigning shock when he turns to spot Baelfire. “Oh, wait.”
Bael glances down at my snow-covered boots and promptly scoops me up. “On it. I’ll keep her nice and toasty.”
“Nope, I’m walking,” I say firmly. “My feet are fine. Carrying me is overkill.”
“But your cute little toes are cold.”
“Boo fucking hoo for them. Put me down, Baelfire.”
He tips his head from side to side, debating. “Mmm, nah. I’m carrying your sweet ass all the way there. That way, when we go back to acting all monogamous around the humans, they’ll figure
I’m your man, and Snowflake will just have to fucking deal with it.”
Gods. This dragon is something else. I fight a smile as Everett looks heavenward like he’s supplicating the heavens for patience.
It’s not that I mind being in Baelfire’s warm, deliciously corded arms—but even with shifter strength and endurance, he’ll be pushing himself harder than necessary, carrying me six fucking miles in deep snow, and we’re already poorly rested. Not to mention, I don’t know if my haphephobia will rear its ugly head out of nowhere.
So I’m going to walk my own ass into Tall Pine.
“Last warning. Put me down.”
He flashes a bright, flirtatious smile and dips his head to kiss along my jaw, sending pleasurable tingles over my arms and legs. “Yeah? Or what, hellion?”
“Or I’ll make you.”
When he ignores me and licks the crook of my neck, where shifters mark their mates, I jolt in surprise and immediately twist his nipple through his athletic shirt as hard as possible. He yelps and loosens his arms, so I slip down easily to escape.
I adjust the blanket again, pretending like my neck doesn’t feel warm—but it does. Gods, they all affect me way too fucking much when they get flirtatious.
“So cute, yet so mean,” Bael sighs dramatically, but the way he leans down to kiss the top of my head as we start walking tells me his ego is as unharmed as ever.
“You four had plenty of warning on that front,” I point out with a smirk.
“Touché.”
EVERETT
I slip inside through the front door of the tiny cabin, adjusting the paper bags in my arms so I can force the door shut against the pressure of the howling wind.
The shit weather outside tonight is a sharp contrast against the cheery holiday music playing from Baelfire’s phone in the combined kitchen and living room area. Baelfire is brushing snow off a short blue spruce tree he just brought in. Festive holiday-toned fae lights twinkle around the windows and above the fireplace, which is crackling with blue fire.
I squint. “How the hell did you make the fire blue without shifting into a dragon to light it?”
“Trade secret,” Bael grunts, wandering into the little kitchen to check something baking in the ancient-looking oven.
With how hectic things have been since First Placement, we almost lost track of what day tomorrow is. We’ve been in Tall Pine for nearly two days, and Baelfire wasn’t shitting us when he said this town didn’t have much.
Which means it was really fucking hard to find decent gifts for Maven for Starfall Eve.
Still, I think I managed.
Since arriving here, we’ve slowly recovered from recent events under the thick cloaking spell Maven and Silas put up on this little cabin. Our quintet has spent most of the last thirty-odd hours sleeping or fucking.
I mean—I’m not having sex.
Obviously.
But it’s been the only thing I’ve thought about ever since the others gave me unsolicited advice and insisted it may keep Maven safe from my curse.
To make things a hundred times worse, I walked in on Maven sitting on Baelfire’s face in bed this morning. She was completely naked, leaning forward to tease his cock while his muffled moaning made him sound like a very happily dying man.
Now, I can’t stop fantasizing about being in his place.
Last night, she was with Silas—and Crypt did something with her in the shower this morning. I know because I overheard her pretty little gasps as she came.
They all keep wringing those fucking perfect sounds out of her.
It’s like listening to a heaven just out of reach.
I don’t mind listening. Or watching. In fact, I can’t seem to get enough of seeing my keeper come undone if I happen to be in the same room—which keeps happening because these assholes are intentional about when and where they pounce on her. They’re trying to drive home their point that I should be trying to bond with her.
All day, I’ve been flushed and distracted.
Gods above, I’m barely holding it together through how much I want her.
What if the others are right, and the best way to protect her is by trying to bond with her as soon as fucking possible?
But wait. What if I finally get to worship Maven, and that finally triggers my curse?
Or—shit, what if there is literally nothing I can do to protect my keeper? What if I’m still risking everything I’ve ever wanted just being here with her?
My head hurts.
“Careful, Frosty. I hear that if snowmen stand by the fireplace too long, they melt,” Baelfire snarks, picking another holiday song on his playlist.
I blink, realizing I’ve been frozen with anxiety for way too long just inside the door of the cabin. My attention drifts to the closed bedroom door. There aren’t any sex sounds coming from inside. I’m both relieved and bitterly disappointed.
And still really fucking horny.
“What’s in the bags?” Bael asks.
“Gifts for Maven,” I mutter, rubbing my face.
“Better include a sex toy you plan to use on her to finally fucking test the theory,” he says chipperly, mixing something in a baking bowl.
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