Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
“Gods help me, you’re so fucking warm. I can’t get enough of you.” When he looks back at me, his pale blue eyes are pools of longing again. “Do you have any idea how much I want you? It’s been torture since I saw you on that stage. I fucking ache to be yours. If we can just circumvent my damn curse so I know I’m not going to hurt you?—“
I capture his lips again. “You won’t hurt me. Just kiss me.”
Everett moans and gets rougher and more daring as we kiss in the steam-filled shower. His lips skate down my jaw, and he peppers kisses along my neck, scooping me tighter against him so he won’t have to bend as much while his hands slip to my ass and squeeze hard. I close my eyes, dizzy from the lack of oxygen and the blissful hum of desire in my veins.
For someone with no experience, he is incredible at this. I’m so consumed by him that it takes a moment to hear the slur of words.
I’ve memorized these…yes, sir, three vials of ogre blood…two pinches of stardust…
I stiffen and pull back from Everett. He’s breathing just as heavily as I am as he tries to get himself under control, but lucky me, he can’t seem to remove his hands from my ass. He rolls his forehead against mine with a soft, tortured groan.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to get so?—“
“It’s not anything you did,” I say quickly.
A strange emotion floods me as I realize that while I’m in here getting a taste of my ice elemental, my fae is still in terrible shape.
I think they call this emotion…guilt.
“I heard Silas in my head. I should check on him,” I explain.
Everett nods as I back out of the glass shower—but the residual hunger on his face leaves me breathless. He licks his lips and drags a hand through his hair, which looks silver when wet. His glacial gaze traces every exposed inch of me, and my mouth parts as I watch his free hand slide down to slowly stroke his wet, straining erection.
Gods. I should be reaching for a towel to cover my wet nakedness, but I can’t tear my attention away.
I meet his gaze, determined to get what I want before I go.
“Faster. I want to watch you finish.”
Everett’s breathing hitches. I expect him to argue, to keep resisting this. Instead, the chillingly beautiful man braces one arm against the glass of the shower and starts stroking himself in earnest as the steam continues to billow around him.
It’s so fucking erotic seeing him like this. Dripping, a blush on his cheeks and neck and shoulders as he chases his release, with those crystalline irises pinned on me.
“Maven,” he whispers, his gaze still on my body.
“Close?” I murmur, watching his fist fly over his thick cock.
He nods, panting and groaning. Gods, I love seeing him like this. Flushed and overwhelmed, on the brink of pleasure. All that careful, icy composure from when we first met has melted away, leaving this sinfully handsome creature coming undone under my gaze.
“Dear gods, your body,” he moans. “And…fuck, I love you watching me.”
That makes two of us.
I had no idea I liked watching this much—not that it’s a shock when he’s so ludicrously attractive. But it’s clear Everett enjoys an audience.
I wonder what else he likes. When we get to it, I do want to make his first time special.
My own first time was quick, painful, pleasureless, and ended with the slightly less fun version of strangulation. I didn’t get to explore what I did or didn’t enjoy with a trusted partner—hell, I only had sex with Gideon out of morbid curiosity and to get him to shut up about his imagined feelings.
Now? I want to explore much more with all of my matches.
“You’re gorgeous,” I whisper, letting my hand steal down to brush through the new wetness between my legs. I can’t help moaning slightly at the pulse of pleasure that sends through me.
Everett swears softly. I watch in rapt fascination, my pulse pounding eagerly as his cock jerks and his cum paints the foggy glass shower wall between us. He’s shuddering and breathless when our gazes meet again, but his gaze is now so full of emotion that it pins me in place.
“No holds barred, Oakley,” he whispers. “I mean it. If we can avoid my curse, nothing is going to stop me from finally fucking belonging to you.”
Too late. He’s already mine, whether he’s prepared to accept it or not.
I finally break out of the incredibly sensual trance I’ve been stuck in for the last few minutes, wrap myself in a big white towel, and hurry out of the bathroom.
It’s hard to steady my breathing, and now
I’m the flushed one.
But when I slip into the room where Baelfire put Silas, my lingering arousal and building hope fizzle to nothing. He’s still unconscious, fighting to breathe with a damp cloth on his forehead.
Silas, I try again.
Seven dried ghost orchids…two vampire fangs, his voice slurs back.
It’s nonsense. He’s completely out of it.
But at least I can fucking hear him again.
Taking a deep breath, I grab a towel and bowl of water so I can at least make sure he’s clean while I wait for however long it will take to get my fae back.
SILAS
The voices are gone.
Once the endlessly harrowing, paralyzing agony fades away, I lay marinating in dark silence. It’s bizarrely serene. For the first time since childhood, mine is the only voice inside my head. Paranoia is not shredding me to pieces, there are no taunting whispers, and keeping my eyes closed for longer than a blink no longer fills me with that ominous, unspeakable dread.
Is this what being sane feels like?
Thank the gods, I think.
Those idiots are useless. Thank me instead.
My heart stutters.
That was Maven.
Murky memories and realizations slowly piece together as I pull myself out of a dark depth unlike anything I have ever experienced. My debilitating paranoia is absent, I’ve been hearing my keeper amid the murky hell I just passed through, and…I feel different.
Not bad. Only different.
Perhaps even stronger.
I open my eyes and stare at an unfamiliar ceiling. The bed I’m lying in is also unknown to me. I’m still puzzling out where I could possibly be when Baelfire’s face appears above me, breaking the quiet when he slurps loudly on the straw of a milkshake.
“Welcome back, Si. Thought you wouldn’t make it for a hot second, but it’s nice to see I didn’t have to carry your fevered, deadweight ass around for no reason.”
Prick.
But he’s nudged aside, Maven’s face appears in my field of vision, and everything else in the world promptly disappears except us. There’s something different about her, too. It’s something I can’t put into words, as if her presence has a rich darkness that draws me in.
Her enchantingly dark gaze holds me hostage. When her fingers trail gently over my face, I stop breathing momentarily as it sinks in.
We’re bound. Maven is mine.
Mine.
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