Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
Her voice is hoarse. “What just happened?”
“We lost your dream to that bastard again.”
She’s disoriented as she gently disengages from Crane. He’s out cold, sleeping extremely soundly as he has ever since his curse was broken. I suppose he must catch up for all the sleep he lost as a paranoid madman, though it is a shame I don’t see his eye twitch nearly as often.
I grasp Maven’s hands in the dark to steady her as she leaves the bed.
“Gods,” she breathes, shuddering slightly. “I need to get rid of this awful energy.”
I nod. “Shall we, then?”
We leave the cottage, but we only make it a few steps before I realize she’s only in an oversized black T-shirt and the deliciously scandalous pair of dark red panties that came with the lingerie I gifted her for Starfall Eve.
She looks edible. Though she may not be cold in this temperate Sanctuary, my attention drops to her bare feet.
“I’ll get your boots,” I offer.
“Don’t bother. The grass is nice.”
Maven takes a deep breath, tucking her hair out of her face and taking in the midnight blue sky. Tiny streaks of the aurora borealis have begun to wind their way through the heavens, creating an ethereal scene as we walk away from the guest cottage out into a seemingly endless, surprisingly well-maintained field of grass.
My keeper is quiet for a long time as she walks off her restlessness, but the silence is companionable. Finally, when the cottage is nearly out of sight, she stops and turns to study me curiously.
“Food is optional for you, but is it possible for you to sleep?” she asks.
“Only after I take my muse.” I tip my head. “When shall we schedule the ceremony, by the way?”
“Ceremony?”
“When an incubus takes a muse, they can only do so through a ceremony in one of Syntyche’s temples.”
After all, the goddess of reaping is also the goddess of fate, dreams, and time itself.
Maven considers that. “What would it mean for me to be your muse?”
Everything.
To me, at least.
“We would share dreams while asleep and sense one another more keenly,” I murmur, brushing my fingertips through the dark hair framing her face. “I would be incapable of feeding on anyone’s dreams except yours, but that is already my preference. And…my psyche would be open to you, just as yours is open to me in Limbo. It’s said to be an extremely vulnerable, intimate connection unlike any other.”
Precisely what I crave when it comes to Maven.
She studies me thoughtfully before winding her arms around my neck. The press of her lithe body against mine sends excitement coursing through me as her lips brush over my jaw.
“How many muses can an incubus take?”
“One.” For eternity.
Again, precisely what I’m craving with her.
She pulls back slightly to examine me. “And if your muse dies?”
Dark anger flickers inside my chest. I give her my most warning look. “You won’t.”
“I expire all the time.”
Is that all she means? It had better be. “That’s not a true death.”
“But if it were?”
I sigh, ready to move on quickly from even the notion of losing her. “Incubi die when their chosen muse does. It doesn’t go both ways, so if Crane, Frost, or Decimus ever tried to do me in, you’d be perfectly safe.”
Maven snorts. “That won’t happen. You’re all softies for each other.”
What a horribly disturbing sentence that was. Decimus is all right, but I’ll need to rough those other wankstains up more often if she thinks we’ve gotten so chummy.
Then her expression falls, and she peers up at me. “Would me becoming your muse help your curse in any way?”
It’s a beautiful kind of agony, knowing that she also hurts over the idea of losing me. I wish I could reassure her and promise a lifetime of this sordid obsession, but all I can do is shake my head, kiss her temple, and let go of the topic that is causing my keeper pain.
“What’s your answer?” I whisper, my hands skimming over her sides. I curl my fingers in the sides of her panties, grinning when it makes her shiver.
Maven’s gaze is trained on my mouth now. “My answer?”
“Will you be my muse, darling?”
When she meets my eyes, there is a depth and emotion I can’t decipher.
“You’re mine, you know,” she whispers. “Bound or not, your muse or not, whether I get you for years or only days…you are fucking mine. If I ever speak to the assholes in Paradise again,
I’ll have to thank them for finding other souls just as twisted as mine. Your broken edges match mine perfectly.”
CRYPT
My heart races at Maven’s words. I press my forehead to hers, pulling her tighter to me.
“You still haven’t answered my question, love.”
“If we survive the next few days, I’ll give you an answer,” she promises, pressing her lips against mine.
That’s all it takes before we’re kissing frantically. Her tongue slides along my lower lip, teasing as my fingers tangle and twist in all her glorious hair, tipping her head so that I can deepen our exchange.
Finally, my keeper breaks away, fighting for air. “Why are you still wearing clothes?”
That is an excellent question. I quickly remedy this newfound problem, stripping and tossing my clothes off to the side. Before I can pull her back to me, Maven gracefully gets to her knees, tracing one hand over my chest as she goes so she can teasingly tweak the piercing in my left nipple. I exhale harshly at the delicious sensation before she wraps one hand around my hard erection and pumps it slowly.
Her touch is both relief and torment, yet something about her on her knees doesn’t sit well with me. My darling is a powerful, dark, dominant force of nature—sovereign of my entire existence.
She should kneel for no one.
Maven smirks up at me as if she knows just what has me frowning. “I’m doing this because I want to. Next time, you’ll be on your knees for me.”
I smile, tracing her lovely face. “The perfect position to enjoy every moment of your pleasure.”
She returns the smile before leaning forward, her soft lips sliding over the head of my cock to wet it. It feels divine, and then I jolt, gasping when she uses her teeth to gently tug on one of my piercings. The sensation sends raw need dancing along my spine while Maven looks up with that glimmering, mischievous gaze I can’t get enough of.
She licks slowly around the tip, exploring further and further until I can no longer hold back my groans of bliss. Then she pulls back to murmur, “I want to feel you in my throat.”
Fuck me.
I nod and tangle one hand in her hair, desperately trying to keep my wits about me so I don’t snap and become too rough with her.
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