Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
Which just makes me want to pamper her sweet ass even more.
After a few minutes of traveling through white nothingness, Maven slows, eyeing the emptiness in front of us.
“Something is about to happen.”
Silas nods. “We’re about to pass through the first wards once I use the key spell.”
“What’s on the other side? A fight?” she asks, sounding hopeful.
“Possibly. The security of the exterior ring is constantly being changed out, so it may be a dangerous terrain, guards, monsters, shadow fiends…still, to gain entry into the next layer of—” He cuts off, like his voice has just stopped working, and sighs. “It’s a blind risk we must take.”
Maven’s cute nose wrinkles. “I don’t do blind risks. Hang on.”
We watch as Maven steps away from us, removes her gloves, and makes the same weird symbol with her hands as she did when we were hunting the changeling—which feels like fucking forever ago. Darkness swirls around her, climbing up her legs and waist as she whispers magic words I don’t understand.
And then, just like when we were hunting the changeling, she falls into some kind of trance.
“What the fuck is she doing?” Everett whispers like he doesn’t want to interrupt.
“She’s about to sacrifice you to dark spirits,” I offer. “Probably because she was wildly disappointed by your first time with her, but hey. Don’t feel too bad, Professor. I’m a tough act to follow.”
He glowers at me. “You’re a damn idiot.”
“Yeah, but I’m her favorite idiot.”
Crypt snorts, brushing snow off the shoulder of his leather jacket. “Not even in your dreams. Everyone knows I’m the favorite.”
“And yet you’re still not bound to her,” Silas smirks.
Dick. He doesn’t have to keep rubbing it in our faces.
But on that note…
“So, what’d you do?” I ask, turning to the ice elemental.
“Excuse you?”
I wave him on, impatient. “When you popped your frozen cherry with Maven. What exactly did you do to make the bond snap into place? And did you listen to the stuff we told you about?”
Everett’s face turns red. “It’s not your business, so fuck off.”
“Bonding with Maven is our quintet’s business, actually,” Crypt drawls. “So is her pleasure. If you didn’t treat her right, we’ll leave your body buried in the snow just here.”
“I treated her right,” the Frost grumbles.
Silas arches a brow. “Really? Tell me, did you last long enough to get her to finish, or did she have to do that part all by herself?”
Everett’s glacial eyes flash with insult, and he lifts his chin. “Not all of us fuck and tell like you and the dragon, so if you’re looking for a play-by-play, you can go fuck yourselves. And it was really obvious that Maven had never squirted before with any of you assholes, so you can all shut your fucking mouths.”
Crypt’s brows go up, and Silas blinks in surprise. They’re not the only ones.
“What?” I blurt in excitement. “You’re kidding. My mate is a squirter? Fuck, yes. Okay, but how the hell did you get her to squirt? Was it some trick with ice, or—actually, scratch that. Instead of telling me, you’re going to show me as soon as we find privacy and a bed for her. Gods, I can’t fucking wait to see Maven squirt.”
Too late, I realize the others have all started miming cut-it-out motions and shaking their heads because…Maven’s done with her trance, and now she’s staring at me with one dark eyebrow arched.
I grin. “Hey there, my pretty little Angel of Death. Don’t mind us. That was just guy talk.”
She rolls her eyes, but there’s a definite flush to her cheeks before withdrawing her favorite dagger.
“All right. Let’s do this. Leave the fight to me because I know what to expect.”
“What? How?” Everett asks, baffled.
Maven ties her black hair up in a ponytail as she speaks, which tells me shit is about to go down.
“When it comes to death, battles, or misery, Amadeus can sense the future and change his tactics accordingly. It makes him incredibly difficult to outmaneuver. When I’m close to death, I can tap into that ability. I assume it’s a side effect of the heart he crafted for me.”
Hang on a fucking second.
“That spell was for you to grow close to death?” Silas grits, equally upset as he puts it together.
“Calm your tits. I’m fine, and this fight will last less than five minutes. Ready?” she checks, her dark eyes sparkling as she twirls her dagger skillfully.
I love that my mate enjoys combat, but fucking gods, this fearless woman is going to be the death of me.
Silas sighs but turns and whispers a spell, motioning with one hand.
It’s like a door to nowhere opens up right in the middle of the cold Alaskan wilderness, and we all blink at the lush green field and massive maple trees in the distance. The sky is still dark from the polar night, but we may as well be looking at a scenic summer.
“Fuck,” I manage, peeking into the door.
But as soon as I do, I see them. Three figures in black clothing standing several yards away. They immediately send a flurry of spells hurtling toward us, and my hair stands on end as my inner dragon snarls in warning.
I’m no magic expert, but even I can sense that these three are powerful casters.
Maven lurches forward into the green area, lifting one ungloved hand. Dark tendrils erupt from her palm, shattering the incoming attack spells. Ominously dark, crackling energy buzzes around us as more magic flares to life around her bare hands.
The grass dies beneath her feet, blanching to an unnatural white.
Huh. I guess our keeper can draw from plant life in a pinch. Good to know.
One of the attackers starts to make another move, but Maven is already on him, snapping his neck and immediately sending a far stronger blast of dark magic towards the other two.
Each move they make, she clearly knows in advance. For a moment we all stand transfixed as she gracefully dodges a physical attack before taking down the caster with a few expert slashes of her dagger. The last one drops dead a moment later, his magic fizzling to nothing as his slit neck gurgles disturbingly.
Three powerful casters, and it was a fucking cakewalk for her to rip down their spells. She was right—that took less than five minutes.
When Maven turns back to face us, she’s smiling. Gods, I love her smile. It’s still my official goal in life to see it more often. Seeing Maven smattered in blood, her eyes sparkling from fresh kills, looking like a dark fucking queen…
Gods, I’ll be her throne any day. She’s my fucking queen.
“Impressive,” an accented voice says.
We all glance over to see a middle-aged man with dark skin amble onto the field with a shining gold walking stick. He’s dressed in brightly colored clothes that look like they were fashionable two hundred years ago, complete with a burgundy waistcoat tucked into weird pants, a cravat, and even a top hat.
I instinctively step in front of Maven to keep her out of sight, but his attention is all on Silas as he walks closer. The man notices the fae’s blackened fingertips and scoffs.
“To think my very brightest would turn to necromancy, of all things. As if your magic was not strong enough. If it were for more raw power, one might understand, but to sacrifice such an unparalleled gift for no apparent rea?—“
Maven steps out from behind me to get a look at the stranger, who cuts off as he looks her up and down. He glances down at the dead grass, looks questioning at the sky for some reason, and then barks out a laugh.
“I take it back—I certainly see why you made such a career change. Now, moving on. You ought to have written, you know,” he turns back to Silas. “You do know what I do to unannounced guests.”
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