Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee

I heard a raised voice. Maybe you should break the door down again, Silas deadpans. Do it, Everett says, taking that suggestion completely seriously. Oh my fucking gods. You four need a hobby. I have a hobby, Crypt sighs wistfully. But I can’t enjoy it properly with those damned dreamcatchers up. Stalking doesn’t count as…

Everett frowns. Why the hell are you here instead of keeping an eye out in the castle to let us know when Maven is coming, like I told you to? Did you? I must’ve tuned that out along with most everything else you say. Crypt— Everett starts, frustrated. “He’s not going to just prance around…

Kenzie’s mouth drops open. “How did you?—“ “You’re experiencing stronger emotions,” I point out as my heart pounds in that strange, unfamiliar way. According to my quintet, that means I’m either anxious or excited. “You said you were going through something big and unexpected, and your quintet is far more protective than normal. Also, your…

He’s right. Better to get this over with. I look him in the eye. “If you hadn’t sent me on errant missions to fill my time, I would have made it to the Beyond far sooner to look for her there. So, th…” I trail off and sigh, trying again. “You have my th…” Frost…

Obediently, I get to my knees, which puts me just barely below her eye level because I’m a big motherfucker and she’s the perfect size for me in every single way. I’m already getting hard in my shorts, but I don’t dare take them off without her permission. The tenting only gets worse when Maven…

— Not making another sound is impossible, so I bite my fist, ignoring the taste of my blood. I’ve never fought an orgasm this hard before, but I almost choke on the next wave of unbearable pleasure when she swallows around me again, massaging my cock in simultaneously the best and worst way possible. My…

“Maven,” my mom says, interrupting our telepathic exchange as she disengages from the Decimus family huddle and approaches my gorgeous mate. My mom is ten times more observant and intuitive than I ever hope to be, so I’m not surprised when she doesn’t try to hug Maven. She must have picked up on how uncomfortable…

And then there are the human reporters. I know they’re reporters because of all the cameras they’re holding, but also because Lillian stands out there in a light jacket. It’s obvious that she’s asking them to leave as nicely as she can. One of the photographers says something and flips her off. The others laugh….

“Maven Oakley!” one of them shouts. “Over here! Give us a smile!” Again, with the smiling shit? I look at that one, ignoring the flashing cameras as I let him know with my expression just how stupid he is for making that suggestion. He flusters and hides behind other reporters who call for my attention,…

I like the leash, too. They make me feel more like I’m yours, as long as no one else sees them. Besides, with the newlybound urges so fucking bad this time around, I think it’s helping to calm me down since I can’t have you naked in bed for a little bit longer. His newlybound…