Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee

But in large groups, they pose a significant threat to the mortal realm. All day and all night, I’ve observed more and more wisps pop into existence inside the walls of Everbound. With the no-killing ban lifted, legacies have been whittling down weak competition, and the wisps that remain can’t leave the castle thanks to…

And then he wraps his hand around himself and strokes roughly. My mouth parts as I watch him, the way he works his hard cock, his breathing increasing as pained bliss crosses his face. It’s so fucking erotic that I hold my breath, wanting to see him fall over the edge. When he does, it’s…

“And?” Vulnerability returns to his face. “I just…want you here. Please.” Godsdamn it, this cutthroat blood fae needs to stop showing me his soft side. It’s too endearing. He has a point about the Immortal Quintet, though. I don’t like the idea of being brought to them in the middle of the night, half-naked in…

Only a second has passed, and I fully plan on getting up and walking it off without drawing more attention. But Crypt abruptly materializes, grabs the girl by her ponytail, and vanishes with her. In the next second, she reappears—at the height of the very tall ceiling, screaming in abject terror before her body hits…

Yes. Disposing of bodies in mysterious ways is a fascination of mine. “Later,” I say, meaning it. “Perhaps when I’m wearing real clothes.” He hums. “Or no clothes.” Clearly, their hive mind is active right now, and it’s focused on one thing. Unfortunately, so am I—I keep recalling Kenzie’s erotic art and the newfound fantasies…

“Who?” Silas frowns. I admit it. Deep down, some petty part of me is satisfied that he didn’t bother retaining her name. I’m a bitch like that. “The fire elemental you fucked a few weeks ago,” I tell him as if I couldn’t care less. “According to her, at least.” He grimaces. “I don’t remember…

Gods. That feels so good. But that sharp pleasure recedes as Silas takes his time exploring me with his mouth, gentle and methodical in the way he licks and sucks. It’s such a slow, thorough approach, and it turns me hot all over as I continue tugging at his hair, panting as I try to…

“You think that dagger is Maven’s?” “Who cares if it is?” I snap. “Look, maybe one of the anti-legacy cultists who raised her picked up the dagger in the Divide or something. It doesn’t matter.” Silas glares at me. “Yes, it does. If Maven’s weapon is from the Nether, she’s on a mysterious mission, and…

Silas wipes the dried blood from cutting his hand earlier onto his pants, obviously not caring about ruining the poor suit. “We were arguing, and then she collapsed outside the Matched Ball. It happened out of nowhere.” I reach out and feel the back of Maven’s hand. It doesn’t feel warm to me, which is…

Crypt is oddly quiet, staring at one of the stained-glass windows. Before I can ask if he’s going to bother joining us on Earth anytime soon, Silas sighs again and scrubs his face. “Before she collapsed, Maven was trying to tell us that she can’t break our curses because…because she has no heart for us…