Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
I have no idea and can only recall fleeting, foggy moments of the most intense pleasure I could possibly imagine—but I can tell the burning, mind-melting desperation of my rut is finally calming down.
Still, I can’t stop staring at Maven as she breathes softly, curled up on her side facing away from me. My attention moves to the new mark on the left side of her neck.
My mark.
My heart does a happy dance—because holy shit, I marked my mate.
I’m obsessed with the hickeys I left all over her. Her messy tangle of dark hair, the slight bruises on her hips from where
I couldn’t control my strength, the fact that she’s still dripping between her incredibly biteable thighs from the last time I fucked her rough and raw…
Godsdamn, I just can’t get enough of seeing my keeper looks so ravaged.
Unable to think through the final waves of frantic heat, I kiss my way up her bare spine. Maven hums contentedly, rolling over and stretching so I get a torturously dick-hardening view of her entire fuckable body?—
And the new emblem on her chest.
The circle of the House of Shifting laid right over the top of the others, framing the triangle and square.
Holy fuck.
Elation floods me, so now I’m both horny out of my mind and ready to shout from the rooftops.
I’m bound to Maven. To my mate.
Maven peeks open her eyes, her lips curling as she speaks into my head.
About damn time.
“Tell me about it,” I laugh breathlessly, a smile breaking over my face before I lean down to kiss all over that mark and her chest, lapping at her nipples.
Soon I’m sucking on her tits, my hands slipping down to spread her thighs so I can finally thrust back into my mate’s warm, greedy, fucking fantastic pussy.
“Gods,” I grit, trying to take it slow. “Fuck, you feel so damn good.”
She moans.
Nope, that’s it. Can’t do slow. I’m way too keyed up knowing I’m bound to her.
I look into Maven’s eyes, loving the way she watches me as I lift one hand to tease her clit and start to fuck her harder. My keeper wraps her arms around me, gasping.
“So tight,” I pant, kissing her neck.
I accidentally kiss right where her unhealed mark is, and her breathing catches. I slow immediately, trying to combat the burning need pumping through me.
“Sorry. Damn, I bit you a lot, huh?” I grimace.
She laughs. “That’s fine. I bite back.”
Then she bites my neck.
I immediately see stars, slamming into her as I come so hard I can’t fucking breathe. As soon as my cock stops jerking and the relief washes over me, I wrap myself around her, her ass to my lap.
Holy shit, I groan through the bond.
Maven is breathless, smiling over her shoulder at me—and gods, that smile.
Still my favorite thing.
“You like it when I bite you.”
“
Like is a fucking understatement,” I laugh.
Gods, I feel good. Better than I ever have, actually. My head isn’t splitting, there is no growling and snarling interrupting my thoughts, and I’m not so on edge that I want to spit fire.
Instead, my inner dragon is just as ridiculously happy as I am. He feels…different, somehow. I don’t want to get my hopes up, but maybe he’s not the asshole he was before…now that my curse might be broken.
I realize Maven is studying me thoughtfully. I trace her jaw, unable to stop touching her. Which reminds me…
“So, how many times did you have to freeze my ass with magic so you could take a beat without me mauling you?” I check, anxious at the idea of making my mate uncomfortable.
“Thrice, but one of those times was to keep you from killing the others.”
I blink. “They were in here?”
She shakes her head, amused. “In between fucking, you got fussy about taking care of me and went to get food and water in the middle of the first night. They were waiting outside plotting your death for holding me hostage—their words, not mine. I explained this was my idea and that I’d blocked them out on purpose. Then you carried me back in here over your shoulder, caveman-style.”
I blink and sit up, noticing the small collection of protein bars, water bottles, and other random snacks on my desk.
“Oh, fuck. I don’t remember any of that.” Then I pause, her words sinking in. “Wait, first night?”
“It’s been two and a half days.” She studies me. “How do you feel?”
To be completely honest, for the first time in my life, I feel disappointed that my shifter system heals so damn fast. I reach out to gently feel where Maven’s mark is scabbed over on her neck.
I frown, thinking. Then I grin when I realize the simple solution.
It’s my first time doing this, but I try to push the thought to the right person.
Can you bring liquid silver to me?
Why the fuck would I have liquid silver? Everett demands telepathically.
And if I find out you’ve been fucking our keeper for two days straight without giving her a rest, I’m going to
?
—
Nah, wrong one. I block out Snowflake and try again.
Si?
“What are you doing?” Maven asks, arching a brow. “Are you blocking me out on purpose?”
“Not on purpose, I just don’t get how this telepathy shit is supposed to?—“
Silas’s reply cuts me off. Somehow, I can tell he’s speaking only to me and Maven.
Look who finally decided to join us.
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