Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
When he licks where he bit her earlier, she inhales sharply and squirms. Decimus groans again about how delicious the scent of her arousal is. Frost is already kissing her again as he lifts her to take her into the bathroom for a shower.
I grin to myself as I follow. I’ll have to meddle like this more often.
MAVEN
The next time I wake up, I’m surrounded by three gorgeous, naked legacies, all fast asleep around me with their delicious muscles on display.
I’m turned at an angle on the massive bed. Everett is on one side of me, looking utterly angelic as my head rests on his subtly rising and falling chest. His heartbeat is a steady thrum under my ear, and the steadiness of it makes me sigh softly.
Despite what I told Silas, I miss having a heartbeat.
Silas’s face is nuzzled against my neck on my other side, one arm thrown over me, and Baelfire has my naked legs flung over his, snoring softly near the foot of the massive bed.
Even in their sleep, they can’t seem to let go of me.
Woe is me.
Grinning, I carefully leave the bed without waking any of them. As soon as I’m standing, I notice how sore I am between the legs. My body isn’t used to oodles of sex, so going a few rounds with four ravenous legacies in the wee hours wasn’t my best idea ever.
Or was it? No regrets here.
Crypt slips out of Limbo to hug me from behind, kissing the back of my neck. “Morning, love,” he rasps. “No wake-up exercises today?”
“First Placement will be enough of an exercise.”
Plus, oddly enough, I didn’t wake up feeling like a wired bomb. I feel almost relaxed.
Glancing at a clock on the wall, I realize it’s only an hour and a half away before the assembly that marks the beginning of First Placement. These guys are all still sleeping off our intense sex romp, so I should really get them up and going.
But first, I pause to gauge my body’s reactions once again. I wouldn’t put it past my stupid fucking body to have an extremely delayed response to all the touching from last night. Yet I still don’t feel nauseous or like my nerves have been dipped in acid. Beyond feeling sexually sated and sore, I feel…mostly normal.
Crypt seems to sense my shock and hums against my neck. “You’re getting used to our touch.”
Not breaking out into a cold sweat at the slightest touch will be really fucking nice. I turn my head to kiss my Nightmare Prince, but when he immediately reaches down to slip his fingers through my bare pussy, I jolt and shake my head.
“That needs a break.”
Crypt frowns, and to my mortification, he crouches directly in front of me. I jolt again when he reaches up to spread me open, scowling softly at how reddened I am down there. The rest of me is covered in Baelfire’s love bites, tiny puncture marks from a handful of places Silas fed, and dried cum.
“We were all too fucking rough,” he mutters. “Are you sore, darling?”
I ignore the question and bat his hands away, my face a thousand degrees from his thorough examination when I must look like such a fucking mess.
“I’m going to get ready. Could you wake them up for me?”
He smirks and slips into Limbo. Half a second later, all three legacies on the bed wake in a blind panic. Everett shouts as spikes of ice bloom around him, Baelfire falls off the bed, and Silas’s red magic flares through the room, crashing into one of the walls and knocking off the clock.
When Crypt reappears with a wicked smile, I give him a sardonic look. “I meant nicely.”
“That was me being nice.”
“Fuck you,” Baelfire groans, throwing a pillow toward the Nightmare Prince.
Twenty minutes later, I’m dressed and sitting at the kitchen table while Everett and Silas take showers. Crypt sits across from me with wet hair and not one stitch of clothing on as he twirls Pierce around on the table where I set it earlier. The markings on his arms, sculpted chest, and neck are mesmerizing, and I find myself staring again at his nipple piercing.
That had been very useful in working him up into a frenzy last night.
Baelfire, who showered with me and failed epically at keeping his hands to himself—not that I minded getting the life fingered out of me while he begged me to come for him—sets a bowl of mushy something in front of me with an unhappy sigh.
“It’s just oatmeal. Basically adult baby food. You’re going to fucking hate this shit, but we’ve run out of all other food here. The university stores are closed, and we don’t have time to go to the dining hall. But I swear that as soon as the Immortal Quintet lifts the wards, I’m going to Halfton and buying you a shit ton of different ice cream flavors. Any flavor you want, Hellion—especially anything you’ll want to lick off my body,” he winks.
I tip my head. “Hellion? What happened to Raincloud?”
“You’re a hellion in the sheets, so it’s what I’m calling you now,” he winks, sitting beside me.
Silas sits at the head of the table, and Everett joins us. We’re all an odd mix of extremely satisfied from our early morning shenanigans and nervous about what today holds.
I notice that Everett’s subtle, compulsive habit of fixing his clothing is far worse than usual this morning. He’s not looking at me again. Last night, he was incredibly sweet, but he never fucked me. He seemed to enjoy watching and kissing, aside from when I demanded to suck his cock.
Was he so hesitant to join because he’s still wary of his curse, or was it something else?
Silas is stirring his food around with a heavy frown. He’s seemed quieter today, and when I see the flash of guilty misery cross his face, I know he’s still beating himself up over his curse getting the better of him yesterday. I’ll have to reassure him later, yet again, that I’m perfectly fine.
Everett glances at the front door with a huff. “Faculty members are supposed to drop off the standard combat uniforms for each quintet to war into the test today. They’re running late.”
They seem to be getting more and more on edge, so I decide to change the subject and glance at Crypt. “I know you eat dreams, but I’ve seen other incubi eat normal food.”
“They do, but I’ve got more monster in me than most.”
“So you don’t eat, or you can’t eat?”
“I can and I have eaten your pretty cunt,” he smirks. Then he surprises me by reaching out to dip his finger in Everett’s oatmeal, licking the food from his finger. “Mortal food is tasteless and offers no nutrition, but I can eat it if the fancy strikes me.”
Everett looks revolted as he pushes his bowl away. “I fucking hate you.”
“Yet you didn’t hate watching me spread Maven’s legs for Baelfire to take last night.”
Heat suffuses my neck and cheeks.
Baelfire grins. “Nope, Snowflake liked that. We all did. Especially our little Hellion. She just loves canoodling with all of us.”
Oh, my fucking gods. “New rule. No sex talk for the rest of today. We can’t afford to be distracted.”
“She’s right,” Silas sighs, rubbing his temples. He looks much better after the last couple of nights of sleep, but I’ve seen how severe his curse is getting now, and I know he’s just trying not to show how much the voices in his head are bothering him. “We need to have a strategy.”
“How can we strategize when we have no idea what First Placement will be like under the rule of those immortal motherfuckers?” Bael asks, making a face at his own oatmeal.
I’m not sure why he hates it so much. It’s basically what I ate my entire life until the last couple of months.
I turn to Everett and Crypt. “What was First Placement like when you were here before?”
“Hellish,” Everett grumbles. “Unmatched legacies fought to the death. But the quintets had a different test, so I have no idea what it’ll be like today. Even the faculty hasn’t been let in on the Immortal Quintet’s plans for today, only their hirelings.”
“I skipped mine,” Crypt shrugged. “Seemed boring.”
Silas squints. “Now that you mention it…did you ever officially graduate Everbound?”
“I attended very few classes and spent my time tormenting instructors,” the Nightmare Prince grins. “They gave me official legacy documentation anyway because the Legacy Council didn’t want their bounty hunters chasing someone they knew would be a perpetual drain on their resources.”
Why am I not surprised?
The more I learn about Crypt’s past, the clearer it becomes that he’s never given a fuck about anything. Since he’s already sharing, I decide to ask something I’ve wondered about ever since hearing all the rumors about him.
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