Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
My attention sweeps down to where I have pushed up her loose T-shirt, and I admire the love bites I left all around those dusky, peaked nipples.
Sating Maven as she sleeps is sending me into a state of intoxicated bliss.
And knowing that I am bound to her now—that she carries my emblem and I am hers
…
Your existence ruins me in such glorious ways, my love, I whisper to her through our bond, knowing it will not wake her since I’ve lulled her into uninterrupted rest.
But deep in her delectable subconscious, I ensured she knows precisely what I’m doing. She knows that I’ve been taking my time adoring her body, kissing and teasing and losing myself in this twisted obsession that fuels my existence.
When I thrust again, slowly, the breathy whimper that escapes my resting darling sends heated madness down my spine. I’m forced to bury my face in her neck as I try for the seventh time to fend off the acute pressure and need to fill her.
But when Maven moans ever so softly in her sleep, her intimate muscles fluttering and clenching tightly around my throbbing erection, the boundless euphoria breaks free and rushes through me. I edged and refused myself so long throughout the night that the nearly violent release leaves me breathless.
The other members of my quintet are still fast asleep in this ridiculously oversized bed, secure in their dream states thanks to the additional incubi power I dosed them with so I could worship Maven to my heart’s content tonight.
I roll over, carefully adjusting my obsession until she lies comfortably half on top of me. I can sense her contentment in Limbo, and I’m tempted to go there to savor more of her dreams.
But if I do, I’ll lose this moment to hold her.
So I stay.
Besides, her dreams will soon taper off as the morning quickly approaches. It won’t be long before they all start to wake.
At long last, when the morning is waxing strong outside the window, Crane is the first to rouse from the deep sleep I put them in. He immediately sits up to check on Maven, and I don’t miss the stark desire that floods his expression when he sees the well-fucked state she’s in.
I wholly expect him to get pissed off and accuse me of taking liberties with our keeper, but the previously insane fae surprises me when he gets up to shower without a word.
Oh, dear. Does this mean we’ve reached a new level of trust? Is our quintet going to have fewer hearty spats now that we’re all growing…gods forbid, closer?
What a horrible concept. I’ll have to think of more ways to stir the pot before they all get too comfortable with me.
Decimus grumbles sleepily, rolling over to blindly reach for Maven. I smack his hand away before he can touch my leg. He peeks an eye open before closing it again, smiling.
“No wonder I’m hard as godsdamned steel. Smells so fucking good in here. Gods, I love her pussy.”
I could have sworn Maven was still asleep, but she must have caught that last part because she slides her arms more securely around me.
“No more
L
-word,” she mumbles.
Frost laughs quietly, slowly waking up to this exchange. “So damn stubborn.”
Maven starts to say something else but then opens her eyes in surprise to peek between us.
“I’m leaking.”
I kiss her forehead, speaking through the bond.
That would be our combined pleasure between your thighs, darling. You come as beautifully in your sleep as you do in the waking world.
That earns a deliciously sinful smile from her.
Do I? Interesting. One day, if you sleep while I’m your muse, I’ll return the favor.
My heart forgets to beat for a moment.
I had no idea I wanted this taboo desire reciprocated until now, but
Scyntyche’s scythe, I need that from her.
But I didn’t miss her use of “if.”
Maven sits up, adjusting her T-shirt and undoing her dark, tangled braid as she yawns. It’s astonishing how captivating she can be with such a simple act as waking up. I watch her at my leisure, ignoring when my pale markings light up insistently.
Frost checks his phone, probably for any updates about our little side mission. Meanwhile, Maven glances at the ground and frowns.
“Weird.”
“What’s weird?” Decimus mumbles, still half-asleep.
“I don’t feel like exercising my ass off,” she mutters.
“Good. I like your ass right where it is.”
“Perhaps your morning restlessness was curbed,” I suggest with a smile. “Sleeping cardio, and all that.”
She grins, speaking only to me through the bond.
What a useful kink you have.
I will never tire of hearing her voice in my head.
“Hungry?” Decimus asks, checking on our keeper through half-mast golden eyes. “My family’s a bunch of busybodies. They’ve probably already eaten, but we could have breakfast in here.”
Maven nods absentmindedly, too busy curiously watching Frost as he finishes sending out some messages. Clearly, it still bothers her that we haven’t fessed up about our plans.
He slips into the bathroom just as Crane emerges to search for a shirt. This grandmother’s suite, as Brigid called it, is a small, cozy apartment built off one side of their house. It doesn’t have a kitchen, but it’s otherwise outfitted with any necessities—and finally, a bed size fit for a quintet.
The Decimus home has always been a novelty to me. Being back here is strangely…pleasant. I suppose I somehow built up a fondness for this place despite being utterly numb for my entire childhood.
My visits here had been strikingly different from the endless, secret-riddled mansions of the Immortal Quintet. My life consisted of bouncing about from continent to continent, overhearing endless screaming matches, witnessing servants being killed off and disposed of, the constant beatings for speaking out of turn or running away to hunt down predators, and countless other unpleasantries.
In contrast, I was left in peace whenever I was brought to the Decimuses.
If any of the other Decimus family members were wary around me, Brigid scolded them and insisted I was always welcome. I once even watched from Limbo as a young Baelfire lost his temper and got in a fistfight with one of his visiting cousins for calling me a leech.
“Are they hurting?” Maven asks quietly.
I blink, drawn out of my thoughts and into her orbit once again. “Pardon, love?”
She traces some of my markings, and I realize they’ve lit up. But as it has been ever since we bonded, I barely feel the same painful tugging and aching of my curse calling me to action. I can sense that Limbo is in disarray in distant places, but the agony is so dulled that I can tune it out far easier.
I take Maven’s hand, kissing her fingertips.
How could I feel anything but pleasure after enjoying your delectable body all night? I ask telepathically, ensuring only she can hear me.
She smirks.
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