Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
“For the last time, that nickname is dead.”
“Nah,” I grin, kissing the tip of her nose.
Everett’s smile turns into thoughtfulness as he stands, running a hand through his white hair. “To clean and protect the Nether, we’ll need to fight shadow fiends, right?”
“I will. You four can do whatever you want. Including photography,” she adds, giving me a meaningful look.
Oh, my gods.
My mate read me like a fucking book, back when I mentioned my past passion to her in my room in the Decimus territory. My heart feels like it’s going to explode.
“I really fucking love you,” I manage.
“Not as much as I do,” Crypt grins at her. “And when our lifetime bettering the Nether ends, I’ll remain at your side until our corpses decompose hand in hand.”
Maven smiles like that creepy sentiment is the most romantic thought ever. She kisses me. I’m getting pretty damn wrapped up in her kiss until Everett nudges me toward the bed.
I get the hint.
Setting our keeper down on the bed, I continue kissing her as Crypt begins to remove her clothing gently. Silas is already stripping as Everett groans at the sight of her naked body. Maven is breathless when I pull back, her beautiful, dark gaze consuming my face with a loving possessiveness that feels like an oath. A promise. A blessing.
You’re all mine.
Hell yes, we are, I agree, kissing my keeper again.
EPILOGUE
MAVEN
I never get tired of the way Crypt loses control when he wakes up to the realization that I’ve already gotten us started.
For someone with a raging somnophilia kink, he can’t get enough of being on the receiving end. Being his muse only makes it better, because each of our subconsciouses melt together as an intimate melting pot of desire, obsession, and violent need.
“Fuck,”
I bite out, gasping when Crypt thrusts even harder into me.
We’ve been at this for an hour, and he still hasn’t calmed down after waking up to me nearly finishing him off with my mouth. Now his pace is rough and punishing, knocking the breath from my lungs with every stroke as those fucking amazing piercings rub me in all the right places.
His hand cradles my head as he groans brokenly into my neck. My feet are somewhere near my ears because he’s folding me like a fucking pretzel and fucking me like he’ll die if he doesn’t.
Feeling another orgasm building and clenching low in my stomach, I firmly guide my incubus’ face back to mine so I can kiss him as my subconscious melts into his, clouding this dream space within our own home. The intimate muse bond between us quivers as I sense Crypt’s intense pleasure building hot and fast alongside mine.
Just as I feel his control slipping, my Nightmare Prince reaches between us to pinch my clit in such a brutally delicious way that my release takes my breath away. I shake and swear, clutching him tightly as his own sharp pleasure follows mine, leaving us panting and delirious.
Gods, I never get tired of this. This obsession. This suffocating need.
I constantly have it for all of my quintet.
Speaking of…
“How much longer do you need to stall me?” I check once I can finally use words again, interrupting Crypt as he scatters satisfied kisses along my neck and jaw.
His lips curl up against my skin before he pulls away, silver-flecked violet eyes sparkling wickedly. “Am I really so obvious?”
“You’re all obvious. Especially Baelfire.”
I’m pretty sure my dragon shifter is the one spearheading this surprise, since he’s been practically jumping out of his skin anytime I’ve walked into the room while he was on his phone. Not to mention, Baelfire not-so-subtly had me sample over seventeen different cake flavors over the last few weeks.
But he wasn’t the only one who tipped me off. Everett has also been evasive as hell, and Silas has been avoiding the topic of my birthday like the plague. Anytime I’ve brought it up, he’s immediately turned the topic to the approaching Starfall Eve—something he won’t have to fail at lying about.
My poor fae. I’ve been having far too much fun watching him squirm and playing innocent.
Now that the day is here, I’m not surprised that the others encouraged me to sleep in and left Crypt here to distract me for good measure. In their defense, my incubus makes for the perfect distraction to nearly anything.
Including a surprise party.
Crypt hums and kisses me again. “Truth be told, the others have been telepathically crucifying me for the last fifteen minutes, since everyone’s waiting on us now. It’s really their fault for assuming I could possibly give up enjoying my muse at my leisure like this.”
I smile, tracing the dark swirling markings on his neck and bare shoulders. His markings are now attuned to the much smaller Gateway into the Nether, which is located off of a beach in Maine. As my head of security, Crypt is the first to know if anyone or anything with hostile intententions tries to enter or leave the Nether, because his markings will light up to tell him.
It happens often enough to keep us on our toes, but it’s calming down. Few people outside our quintet ever see shadow fiends these days. There are no legacies being sent to the front lines of the nonexistent Divide, and Everbound University is no longer a place to train for combat and possible death just for being born a legacy or atypical caster.
Instead, the world is gradually adjusting as legacies and humans find a new, equal kind of harmony. Legacies study whatever the fuck they want to prepare them for a life and career in the mortal realm, just like any other university. It will take time for things to really fall into place—but I’ve already found mine.
Here in the Nether, with my matches. Spending every second with them whenever I’m not hunting fiends to my beating heart’s content.
It’s my own version of Paradise.
Hey, Boo? Baelfire checks in telepathically, clearly trying to hide exasperation from whatever conversation he’s been having with Crypt.
How much would it bug you if I beat Crypt to a pulp for hogging you?
You hogged me last night, I point out.
Doesn’t count since all three of your voyeurs enjoyed the show. Not that I minded you enjoying them enjoying you, but this is different.
I sit up on the quintet-sized bed in the massive room they named mine inside our house. Everett pulled strings and greased hands to get this place built in record time, and I have to say, his high-end tastes really come in handy.
We now live in luxury in this house that is heavily warded by the etherium shields that used to protect the safe havens. Everyone has their own space here. My own room off the main suite is mercifully minimalistic, Baelfire’s has a studio filled with his photography of landscapes in the Nether, Silas has a small laboratory for all the spells and potions he’s constantly trying, and Everett has a fencing room he pretty much never uses anymore. He spends most of his time going back and forth between here and the mortal realm for business and for the nonprofit he started to help Nether humans.
But despite all the space and extra rooms, we all sleep in here.
And fuck in here.
Needless to say, it’s my favorite room. Even though it’s still weird to have an actual home, I kind of love it. Especially because it’s just my quintet here. We’re hardly left in peace, but this is our own bubble.
Glancing out one of the floor to ceiling glass windows, I gaze out over the plane of existence that I tied my soul to. The Nether is starting to heal itself slowly, color returning as less twisted, less gnarly plants begin to grow.
Especially in the greenhouse that Everett carefully had moved here, along with my fake headstone and Lillian’s resting place, which I visit almost every day.
Angel of Death, Baelfire prompts through the bond.
I might pick you up myself.
I can’t resist teasing my dragon.
You were all for Crypt sweeping me away an hour ago. Why the change? Is there something I’m missing?
Me, he insists quickly.
You’re missing me. Tell Stalker Boy to quit all the canoodling and come find us.
Canoodling is still a banned word,
I remind him.
Punish me for using it later and get your sweet ass over here.
Crypt sighs like this is the biggest inconvenience in the world before he helps me stand, running his hands everywhere he gets the chance as he returns to kissing my jaw.
I pull away from Crypt to sigh. “I should probably wear clothes if it’s not just our quintet.”
“Or put on a show,” he grins and then tips his head, frowning. “Although Frost might destroy the Baird quintet for seeing you naked. The Decimus family, too.”
Grinning, I kiss him one more time before I clean up and get dressed. Several minutes later, as I’m lacing up one of my combat boots, Baelfire strides into the room and punches Crypt hard in the arm as payback, which just makes the incubus laugh. My tall dragon shifter stops in front of me with a bright smile on his handsome face.
“Come on, my queen. I’ve got a little something for you.”
“She’s already seen your little something, Decimus—you’ve disappointed her with it plenty of times,” Crypt drawls, shrugging into another ripped leather jacket.
He keeps ripping those, which is why I hope he’ll like what I have stashed in my pocket void. It took me several tries to get the spell right a couple of months ago, but at least I’m starting to get the hang of fucking holy magic.
Baelfire snorts. “Yeah, we all know how not little I am, and I’m way ahead of the rest of you in that bet.”
“In your dreams,” Crypt scoffs.
I fight a smile. I know all about their bet to see who can get me to orgasm the most. While their last bet was really fucking annoying, I have to say I don’t mind reaping the rewards of this one.
Baelfire and Crypt walk with me out of our home and into the Nether. The Gateway is about a quarter of a mile from the wards surrounding our property, so it doesn’t take us long until we approach the massive, arched, mist-like wall of white. Its sides are ringed with etherium that glows with holy magic, drawing me closer.
“Ready?” Baelfire grins, taking my hand.
I nod, ready for a surprise party.
The thing is, I’ve never been to a surprise party. I can’t even picture what one would look like, since most of my birthdays were quietly celebrated between Lillian and me in the past.
Which is why I genuinely startle and nearly draw Cuttrina from my side when the second I step through the Gateway, a shit ton of people scream,
“Surprise!”
My heart pounds from residual shock as I see that Crypt was right and my quintet, the Baird quintet, the Decimus clan, and Everett’s sister, Heidi, are all here as they clap and cheer to greet me.
Everyone is dressed warmly, since it’s December in fucking Maine, but someone—probably Silas—put up warming spells to make this a cozy area. There are several tables set up on the beach with the stormy gray seas in the distance, and presents are clustered on one of the tables. Several ravens flutter to land nearby, croaking happily when they see me. No ghosts are here yet, but I know it’s just a matter of time because anywhere I go in the Nether or the mortal realm, they find me.
Everett is immediately at my side, kissing my temple and wrapping his trench coat around me for good measure. “Happy birthday, Snowdrop.”
Silas moves to join the rest of us, too, his crimson irises captivating as he smirks at me. “This year, I believe twenty-four orgasms are in order.”
“Twenty-one,” Crypt corrects. “I already got our goddess started on her birthday orgasms.”
Baelfire snorts. “If I’d been the one who stayed behind with her, she wouldn’t need any more. I mean, we’d still give you more,” he adds, grinning at me.
I roll my eyes. “You four are ridiculous.”
“Ridiculously in love,” Bael flirts, bouncing his eyebrows at me.
“May!” Kenzie squeals happily, the first guest to approach.
“Whoa,” I blurt on accident when I see her belly.
It’s been about a month since I saw her last, and I swear that thing has fucking doubled in size. I guess that makes sense, since two babies would take up more space. Kenzie sees me staring at it and bursts into laughter as the rest of her quintet waves and smiles at me from their table.
“Hey, now. Remember, you once said I’m the sexiest pregnant lady that you know. You have to stick to that because after six fucking months of this, I’m already beyond ready to get these little crotch goblins out. I want to see my feet again and not have to pee every sixteen seconds. Hey, do you think they’ll start letting legacies join professional sports teams anytime in the next few decades? Because if not, we should start our own league or something because I swear these kids think my ribs are a soccer ball and I’m ready to?—“
“There’s my favorite sister-in-law!” Cace Decimus cheers, approaching with a smile. “How’s the hunt for fiends these days?”
“She slaughters them with ease and waters the ground of the Nether with their blood,” Crypt smiles, squeezing my hand.
Cace doesn’t seem to know what to say to that, but Brigid Decimus and her quintet are right behind him, greeting me and once again gushing about the fact that Declan’s quintet is having a baby. It’s definitely Declan’s, which means that the scales Baelfire gave to Silas to work on the dragon shifter fertility problem worked. For the first time in over two decades, another dragon shifter is finally on the way.
Brigid Decimus is also thriving in her new position as the headmaster of Everbound University. She and her quintet took up residence there and are changing a lot of the old tradition and beliefs about needing to weed out weak legacies.
When the Decimuses and Kenzie return to their tables to eat pizza and chatter happily, the next person to greet me with a shy smile and big brown eyes is Heidi—no, Elise.
I keep forgetting she prefers to go by Elise, her middle name.
My ice elemental’s sister is unbelievably sweet and happy, despite the things she’s been through. She’s also been incredibly useful. After the final battle of the Nether, the type four empath let Everett know that while she was incarcerated in the Nether, she sensed people asleep far beneath the citadel. I’d never heard of anything below it, but word spread to Felix. Ever since, we’ve begun excavations to discover what or who could be down there.
Whatever it is, it’s been thousands of years since they were put to sleep. Felix, Silas, and several others have been heading the excavations, and they’re excited to finally be getting close to whatever Heidi was sensing.
Everett’s sister beams at me and hands me a small gift wrapped in sparkly pink wrapping paper.
“Happy birthday,” she chirps. “Go ahead, unwrap it!”
I do. It’s a pair of gloves. Really soft, black gloves.
I thank her and she returns to the rest of the party as Baelfire leads me over to one of the tables that has two dome-looking things on it.
“Maven’s going to cut the cake,” my shifter announces loudly. He removes the first dome-looking thing to reveal?—
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