Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
We will handle it. Utilize us, Maven. Allow us to redeem ourselves. We lost you once because of our own ineptitude. You have my word that we will be much more useful monsters for you now.”
SILAS
“Who gives a fuck about useful?” Maven murmurs before capturing my lips with hers.
My head starts to spin, and whispers crowd my ears, but I ignore it all in favor of enjoying the way my blood blossom coaxes me with her delicious mouth.
She’s divinity laced with sin, and I’m pure madness ready to worship at her altar.
But my stark madness becomes difficult to ignore when a scalding, tar-like wave of paranoia rakes across my skin, tensing every part of me so that even my fangs descend. Before I can pull away to try to get control over myself, Maven’s teasing tongue flicks intentionally against one of my fangs, pricking it.
Her fucking irresistible flavor slams into the back of my throat, and a groan breaks from me as I lick more deeply into her mouth, eager for more. She hums, pleased with my reaction. My blood blossom is so fucking perfect for me. I crave her ability to claim every part of me—my darkness, my madness, my worship, my never-ending hunger for her.
And her blood.
Gods above, I want her blood.
When one of my hands moves to stroke the side of her throat, her lips curl against mine before she breaks our heated exchange to arch her beautiful, olive-toned neck in offering.
It’s not right to bite her when I lack all control when it comes to her. I could harm her. But then again…the others who are watching know to stop me from truly harming our keeper.
And I need this blood. It soothes me unlike anything else in the world.
She soothes me.
Drink, drink, drink, drink, the voices in my head chant, an ode to the addictive perfection that is Maven’s blood.
Without another thought, I bite into her neck, my fangs descending into her carotid artery. I can no more stop the moan that breaks free from me than I can stop the way my cock begins to ache, hard and desperate for this woman who puts my insanity to shame.
For a handspan of euphoric moments, I feed from Maven as the tension in this room builds with the carnal desperation of my quiet quintet members. My blood blossom became our center of gravity months ago—and now that she’s here, gasping and clutching at my arm as I drink from her…
“Si,” Baelfire says thickly, clutching the side of his head before a growl escapes like he can’t help it. “We’ve all been fucking starving for her.”
Don’t let them near. They’ll kill you. Trust no one, someone hisses in my head.
But no. The dragon is right.
Feeding from her is heavenly, but I want more.
Releasing Maven’s neck, I lick up the last mouthwatering traces of blood from her neck before sliding my fingers down, dipping them below her pants and panties until I can feel how fucking soaked she is.
“Naen mahk,
” I whisper in fae against her throat as my cock throbs.
Good girl.
Maven is still panting from the pleasure-feeding. Crypt moved to the end of the bed at some point to get a better view, and now his mouth curls up, his violet gaze wicked upon our keeper.
“What divine sounds she makes,” he whispers.
“Fucking perfect,” Everett agrees.
I can only nod, taking in the artwork of my keeper’s flushed face. There’s a large snake slithering beside us on the bed, but since no one else has noticed it, I decide it’s another trick of my mind as I continue to focus on Maven.
Crypt hums and moves closer to brush her hair from her face, his voice silken despite his markings lighting up continually. “Let us worship you again, love.”
Maven smiles. “As if I’d stop any of you.”
I smirk back at her, loving the sound of that. “Then perhaps we should bind you to this bed and worship you until dawn, ima sangfluir.”
Her smile fades slightly, and she shakes her head. “No bondage. It brings back memories.”
That’s all our sexually adventurous keeper needs to say for us to realize how traumatic those memories must be. Now I cannot stop remembering the glimpses that I got of her past within the dreams in Crypt’s memories. Bound to lab tables, chained in onyx cells, her wrists and ankles tied until they bled…
Everett tenses, swallowing hard. “Is that why you shut down when I was carrying you out of that combat zone, and I…”
Whatever his question is, he trails off, looking horrified.
Maven isn’t having it. “I just don’t want to be restrained. Don’t make a thing out of it. I’m still waiting to be worshipped,” she adds teasingly.
Everett moves quickly, scooting toward the middle of the bed and reaching to pull Maven away from me. She’s suddenly between his thighs, leaning back against him as he strips her shirt and bra off in one smooth movement before roughly cupping one of her tits as his other hand wraps lightly around her neck.
My blood blossom gasps and arches her back, enjoying the sensation as I watch, palming my hardness.
“So fucking beautiful,” Everett murmurs.
“And so fucking clothed. Why are my pants still on?” she asks us, arching a brow.
“You’re so fucking right,” Baelfire groans, moving until he’s between her legs. “Fuck, your scent is driving me crazy. I just need a taste, baby. One taste of that fucking perfect pussy. Godsdamn.”
As soon as he drags off the rest of her clothes and laps at her beautifully wet entrance, they both moan. My mouth goes dry as I watch, my heart pounding from the sheer beauty of Maven being pleasured.
Her moan is delectable as each one of us falls deeper under the spell her now-naked body is putting us under. Crypt scoots up the bed to play with Maven’s other tit as he gazes at the gorgeous sight of her undone and so godsdamned needy. I’m equally transfixed, drowning myself in the sight of my keeper alive and basking in the pleasure we were always meant to give her.
“Gods, you taste so fucking good,” Baelfire growls.
The feral dragon shifter grows more aggressive, groaning as he tries to press her thighs wider, desperate to lap up more of our keeper’s delicious wetness.
But Maven’s next cry is mingled with pain just as the scent of her ambrosian blood crashes into my nose.
“
Decimus,” Crypt hisses, shoving the shifter off the bed with murder in his voice. “Too far.”
Bael is reeling as he gets to his feet and stares down, eyes widening in horror as he realizes what he just did. I move closer to see that in his fervor, he left claw marks on the insides of Maven’s thighs that are already starting to drip blood.
Our keeper is trying to catch her breath to reconcile the pain with the fading pleasure. When she tries to move her legs closed, I quickly nudge Baelfire aside and slip between them to stop her.
Dipping my head, I lick away the blood as gently as possible.
Gods above, it’s potent every time. I will never not crave this flavor. It’s a haunting heaven that drives me to lick her other thigh, too, my own pulse crashing in my ears as raw need dizzies me.
“S—Silas,” she manages, one of her hands tangling roughly in my hair.
It’s the twinge of pain in her voice that reminds me to lift my hand, calling forth a simple healing spell to mend the broken skin I just licked clean. When I’m done with her other thigh, I heal that, too, and then I cannot stop myself from dragging my tongue through her soaked pussy.
Maven gasps and arches, hand tightening in my hair. Everett hums from his position behind her, murmuring something in her ear that makes her writhe again.
“Gods, I’m so sorry, Mayflower,” Baelfire rasps, gripping one of her knees to spread her better for me as he looks like a kicked puppy. “Just can’t fucking get enough of you.”
“I—I want—” she begins.
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