Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
I’m buried momentarily in sheer cold, unable to breathe as exhaustion from whatever the fuck I just did with holy magic kicks in. Finally, I work my way partially out of the snow drift to cough and grimace in pain, brushing snow out of my face with my good arm to blink blearily at the dim, sinister forest in front of me.
Already, the dragon has shrunk down into?—
Baelfire.
I would recognize that naked, golden-tan, muscular body anywhere, but right now it’s collapsed on the forest floor, unmoving.
Distantly, I hear ravens cawing loudly as they approach. Ice crackles up the trunks of the nearest trees as snow starts to swirl through the air despite no clouds overhead.
I ignore all of that as I drag myself out of the snow to Baelfire’s side, dropping beside him. He’s in horrible condition. I’m trembling with the urge to touch his warm, smooth skin, check him for harm, and see his contagious smile.
“Bael?” I whisper, hope clogging my throat.
But when his head turns, that hope hardens and sinks into my stomach.
His eyes are still the slitted, amber eyes of a dragon. There’s no recognition there as he hisses like an animal and snaps at my fingers, barely missing them.
This isn’t my mate. It’s still the feral thing that’s replaced him.
“Maven!” Everett shouts somewhere nearby.
A second later, he comes to a sharp stop at my side. For a moment, he stares in shock at Baelfire in human form. It’s not hard to gather that this is a first since I “died” six months ago.
The large raven I gave the order to flutters over and settles on my shoulder, pecking almost playfully at my torn sweatshirt.
In the cold moonlight, I catch a flash of loathing on Everett’s scarred face before he lifts his hand toward the raven to freeze it.
“Don’t,” I tell him. “I sent it to get you.”
He goes still. “You…” Then he looks at the raven again, looking unexpectedly sick to his stomach. “You mean…you’re the reason for all the ravens? And the whole time, I—gods, I’ve been…”
I’ll talk to him later about my apparent connection to ravens. I barely have time to swerve away when Not-Baelfire tries to bite me again. That snaps Everett out of his miniature existential crisis, and he promptly freezes the shifter from the neck down.
Not-Baelfire snarls and hisses, saliva dripping from his mouth as he gnashes his teeth and struggles uselessly against the ice. When it’s clear he’s not making progress, he makes a strange coughing sound deep in his throat before breathing pure blue fire into the air, nearly singeing Everett’s soot-streaked coat.
“Fucking asshole,” the elemental mutters.
But he can’t fool me. There’s more sadness than malice in his voice.
Seeing my mate like this is making me doubt. Maybe I’m too late. Maybe he really has been replaced by this beast. I needed to return sooner to rescue Baelfire from becoming this, and I don’t even know why I was held up in Paradise for six fucking months.
If I had just?—
“Stop,” Everett says gently, crouching and cradling my face so I’ll look at him. He appears as exhausted as I feel, but his pale gaze is earnest. “We’ll get him back, Snowdrop. We’ll get all of them back.”
I breathe out shakily, straightening my shoulders. He’s right. Panicking is a waste of time, and I’m too fucking exhausted to spiral further.
“How is the stronghold after the attack?” I ask.
“They’re still putting out the fires, but the worst of the damage happened when he took you. Obviously, we won’t be staying in my old professor’s apartment anymore. We’ll stay in our quintet’s apartment.”
I hesitate. “People saw me.”
“Anyone who saw you was frozen when the dragon took you. By accident,” he tacks on, but it’s clearly an afterthought.
“Did Douglas survive?” I grimace as I shift my broken arm slightly.
Everett’s attention zips to my injury. He swears and glares murderously down at Not-Baelfire. “Yeah, he’s alive. I’m taking you back to be healed as soon as fucking possible. Then I’ll come back for Baelfire.”
“We’re not leaving him like this.”
“The hell we aren’t. This feral asshole just tried to kill you.”
I gesture with my good arm at the ice encapsulating him. “Might as well leave a sign on him that says
Free Shifter Popsicle for the monsters craving a midnight snack.”
My ice elemental groans and rubs the unscarred half of his gorgeous face. “Okay. I’ll unfreeze his legs and freeze his mouth. You’ll need to help me drag him through these creepy woods. But so fucking help me, if something attacks us and you get any more injured, I’ll?—“
“Freeze me from the neck down and lock me up,” I repeat his earlier threat as I get to my feet. “Fair enough. But we need to figure out how to keep him from shifting back. I don’t know what I did to him, but it may not last.”
Everett glances at Not-Baelfire with a sigh. “I know how we’ll keep him from shifting, but you won’t like it.”
CRYPT
There’s no escape.
Only, caught in this moonlit, lust-drenched memory once again, escape is the last thing on my mind.
My tongue traces up the side of Maven’s neck as she rolls her hips again, mercilessly riding me toward that brink of perfect pleasure as her divinely wet cunt squeezes my pierced cock. Her breathless sounds compounded with the groans of the others as they watch make for a sinful symphony.
We’re all frenzied with need for her, thanks to the show Frost put on, preparing her. He’d spared no effort eating her out, toying and teasing until, for the first time, I got to see my keeper drench the sheets of this Sanctuary abode.
Frost hadn’t lasted through that sensual performance, which was lucky because now Decimus and I get to worship my dark darling together.
On cue, just before I can reach that tantalizing peak, Decimus pulls Maven from my arms and into his lap. Thrusting up into her, he captures her mouth with his so he gets to taste the beautiful moan that elicits.
I will never tire of the sight of my keeper like this. Flushed and overwhelmed, her dark hair tossed over her back as her sinuous, smooth, olive-toned body moves like pure poetry. Her euphoric expression leaves me breathless as I watch her chase her release, clinging to Decimus as we all adore the view.
They fall together over that brink of pleasure, but I’m not done with her.
Maven gasps when I immediately pull her away, rolling and pinning her to the bed before plunging my aching cock back into her wet warmth. Somewhere nearby, Frost swears brokenly and Crane mutters something under his breath, but I’m too far gone to take note of it.
I’m so fucking desperate for her.
Desperate to have my emblem on her—to be bound.
This powerful, beautiful, stunning woman is going to be my muse if it’s the last godsdamned thing I do. She swears, her fingertips dragging down my back as I fuck her like I’m dying.
But then again, I am.
Yet these moments of unadulterated obsession embed themselves inside me so deeply that no matter what becomes of me, there is no going back. And as her pleasure rises again, I bite down on my own tongue to try to fend off my release, tasting blood but needing to give her everything I can.
I wanted to give her everything I could of myself, right until the end.
The fact that my obsession drew her last breath before I did is an agonizing realization that seeps into this memory, pounding at my skull.
In this cycle, even the beautiful moments have become brutal.
Finally, Maven’s gasp of pleasure graces my ears before I feel her clench around me—and I’m lost. I shout, burying my face into her neck as the pleasure crests, and at long last, I’m left holding her close.
“Gods,” Maven laughs breathlessly, kissing my jaw.
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