Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
She squeals and claps like her day has just been made. “Okay, shoot.”
My face feels hot, and I fidget with my gloves. “Don’t laugh at me.”
“I’ll totally laugh if it’s funny.”
That’s fair. “Is it normal to want to lick abs?”
Kenzie blinks. Then she bursts into the dreaded laughter. “Oh my gods! Maven fucking Oakley, you’re so cute. Lick all the abs you want, and I promise they’ll love it. Are your other questions about sexy stuff? Are you finally having your sexual awakening? Girl, if you’re asking for a crash course in sex education, I’m so down to help! Keep the questions coming.”
I do, and our visit lasts far longer than I expected. But half of the time, I’m distracted by Kenzie’s earlier question about whether or not my guys know.
I have a delicately balanced plan for how the rest of my mission is supposed to go. Now that I’ve decided to stop fighting my quintet and give in to temptation, I should include them in those plans and explain my blood oath.
And then, before all hell breaks loose, even if they can’t bind their hearts to mine…we’ll find a way to offset their curses together.
CRYPT
I’ve consumed countless dreams, but never have I been so sated.
As daylight dawns outside the drawn curtains, my keeper’s room is dim and quiet aside from her soft breathing. In Limbo, I lay on the bed beside her and savor every second I can soak in her aura like it’s the only balm for my shredded soul.
Knowing what little I do about her background, peace must have been virtually nonexistent in Maven’s life, as evidenced by the night terrors that cling so tightly to her psyche anytime they can. With the totem and my presence, she’s finally resting.
And gods above, she’s utterly fucking delectable in her sleep.
I sigh as I adjust my inappropriately hard cock for the hundredth time. If she knew how deviant my desires for her are, I wonder how she would react. She might be disgusted.
But then, my beautifully twisted little darling is always taking me by surprise, so perhaps if she knew…
Maven’s dream that’s been perfuming Limbo around me for the last couple of hours fades abruptly, and she opens her eyes to squint at the window. She glances in my general direction as if to acknowledge that she can sense me before rolling out of bed and dropping into a set of wide push-ups.
She did this the last time I fed on her dreams all night, too. I admire how driven she is, but I also must assume this is a habit she was taught in the Nether. She’s so on edge in the mornings. Decimus gave me an extremely fast rundown of what Maven shared with them about her past while I was away, and if I ever meet the bastards responsible for making her feel like nothing but a weapon, I’ll hang them with their own intestines.
I’m also quite petulant that I missed out on seeing her torture a changeling. It must have been quite the sight.
Finally, I slip into the mortal realm, ignoring the familiar flare of pain in my limbs that says I’ll need to smoke more reverium soon.
But it’s far easier to bear than usual, thanks to feeding on my keeper’s dreams all night. I grin down at her.
“Hello, love.”
She finishes her last reps of lunges and stretches, giving me a mouthwatering glimpse of her lower stomach before she moves toward the large bathroom. “How did my dreams taste?”
“Heavenly.”
Not to mention, I spent quite a bit of time gently detangling touch from panic within her dreams. Maven’s psyche is irreversibly scarred from trauma. I suspect she will never willingly share a lot of her dark past, but even if I can’t see what memories are hurting her, I can try to ease the pain in her dreams.
“Care for a hand in the shower?” I ask, trying to keep my voice light and teasing. Not pushing is difficult, especially when my cock has been achingly hard all night.
My heart flips in on itself when she smirks over her shoulder. “If you’re offering.”
Gods save her from me.
I’m immediately at her side, enraptured as she strips out of her pajamas and steps under the water. Watching how the moisture flows over her perfect, naked skin, curling over her curves, trailing over her breasts, dripping between her thighs…
It’s beautiful, but I envy that water far more than I’m proud to admit.
She tips her head back to wet her hair, arching a mischievous brow at me. “Are you watching or joining?”
I remove my clothes and step under the warm spray of the shower with her. Maven’s eyes widen, and I laugh as her gaze slowly moves over my heavily patterned arms, chest, and legs. She seems fascinated by the extensive, swirling markings I’ve never been without—but it’s glaringly apparent that she’s avoiding looking at my cock, which is jutting out like a steel pipe.
Instead, her attention catches on the diagonal barbell piercing in my left nipple.
She tips her head. “May I?”
“Never bother asking to touch me, darling. I always want your hands on me.”
Gingerly, she reaches out and traces the piercing. When she twists it ever so slightly, I shudder as it sends a spike of pleasure through me.
“Intriguing,” she murmurs.
Yes, it is. I grin. “And how do you feel about the rest of them?”
My words have their intended effect, and eager need rushes through my veins as Maven’s eyes finally settle on my cock and the three dydoe piercings around its head. Her gaze heats, and she swallows hard.
“That’s…”
“It’s called a king’s crown. I thought it befitting my royal status since evidently, I’m the Nightmare Prince,” I manage to joke despite the arousal making it impossible to tear my attention away from her extremely fuckable body.
I got the piercings years ago after hearing the moniker. I’d hoped they would finally make sex pleasurable for me, but it was useless. But now, when Maven trails her fingers over the piercings, a shudder wracks my spine. It feels unbelievably good, to the point that my cock head already beads with precum.
Still, if Maven doesn’t like them, I’ll have them removed. Anything for her.
“I like them,” she murmurs without me having to ask a single thing.
Thank the gods. She’s painfully perfect for me.
Leaning down, I capture her lips and groan when she immediately presses against me. In two steps, I have my obsession pressed against the shower wall as our mouths tangle and my tongue brushes teasingly against hers. She makes a soft sound of pleasure, and I smile against her lips before letting my hands wander down her devastating body.
Her grip twists into my hair, adjusting my head’s angle as she kisses me back. The exchange is making me dizzy because I need her more than I need oxygen, but finally, she breaks away to gasp for air while I kiss down her jaw and neck.
But before I kiss lower, I pull back and gently trace the pale scar between her beautiful breasts with my fingertips.
“What happened to your heart after it was taken from you?” I murmur out loud…
Like an absolute fucking imbecile. Less than a second later, it registers that asking her this just ruined any chance of delicious shower sex. The question just slipped out before I could help it, and now I want to kick myself.
My darling looks away, her hands sliding from my neck. “It doesn’t matter.”
I take her chin to make her look at me because this is the second time she’s uttered that bullshit in my presence. I won’t stand for it.
“Try that again, darling.”
Maven’s dark eyes flash, and for a moment, I think she’s going to tell me to go fuck myself. But instead, she slips out from between me and the wall and begins shampooing her hair. She speaks nonchalantly.
“Amadeus preserved it with magic. It sits on display on his mantle.”
On display.
Like a damned trophy.
Fury floods my system, and I spend the next five minutes lost in especially violent machinations within my own head. I’ve never seen the Entity, and I have no reason to believe I ever will—but imagining skewering eyeballs and carving skin slowly calms me down until the water droplets from the shower are no longer hovering around us from lack of gravity.
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