Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
Maven gasps abruptly. Her pussy squeezes me so fucking tight that I can’t breathe as her orgasm claims her. Slamming deep and finally releasing her neck, I grit my teeth as I find my own release. The sharp wash of pleasure only cements my eternal need for her.
The newlybound buzz of voracious arousal eases slightly between us. As soon as I catch my breath and begin to think with clarity, I grimace at the sight of Maven’s neck.
I lost all control, I lament in my head.
I hurt you again.
My keeper smiles, her eyes alight with satisfaction. “I like it when you lose control. But if it bothers you, give it a try.”
She means…try to heal her.
Licking my lips clean, I pull out and can’t help the surge of satisfaction I feel watching my cum begin to leak out of her well-loved pussy. Refocusing takes a moment, but I move my hands over her neck and mutter the necromantic healing spell I memorized from forbidden books long ago.
The words taste acrid. Bitter cold sweeps through my body as my blackened fingertips tingle—but the bite wounds on Maven’s neck begin to close until there are only streaks of her delicious blood remaining.
Maven’s alluringly dark essence deepens, and I examine her for a moment, again trying in vain to understand what I’m sensing from her. Whatever it is, it compels me.
My keeper nods knowingly. “The necromancers used to say I emanated death. That’s what you’re sensing. You’ll pick up on it more around fresh kills like I do. But now that you’ve fueled…”
She looks at the door meaningfully. My heart pounds as I raise my hand and try the handle again from this distance. To my astonishment, it slowly swings open through a crimson swirl of red blood magic.
I blink down at Maven.
“You’re a hybrid caster like me now,” she deduces quietly, frowning.
Clearly, she’s right. But how? Is it because my keeper is so powerful? Is that what has given me this ability, or was it some other fluke of nature? Is this a flaw that will create problems for us later?
I was more than willing to sacrifice my magic for her. I was prepared to lose it all, never to open my eyes again so long as I knew she remained alive in this world—let my renowned blood magic be damned.
So, is my magic really not affected? How…anticlimactic.
Utterly strange, yet also thrilling.
A buzzing sound from a nearby dresser draws our attention, and my succulent keeper slips out of the bed to pick up an old flip phone. She checks the number.
“It’s Kenzie. I tried calling her earlier to make sure her quintet is okay. She probably realized this is my burner.”
When she regards me as if debating if she should leave me alone again, I put her mind at ease. “I’m capable of fending for myself, sangfluir. Apparently, more so than ever.”
I’m still pissed at you for trying to sacrifice yourself for me, she sternly says through our link.
Tell me to atone with apologies between your pretty thighs again, and I will happily do so.
Her eyes flash before she slips her shirt and panties back on and leaves.
SILAS
I redress in the same pants I awoke in—from my combat attire which is burned and stained from First Placement. Walking out of the bedroom, I glance over to see three glares of pure hatred pinned on me.
“Jealous?” I smirk.
“Taunt me right now, and I’ll snap off every finger you laid on her,” Crypt warns from where he appears to be rolling cigarettes at a small table.
“All of them, then,” I taunt anyway.
Baelfire flips me off from the couch. “The only reason I didn’t break down that door and toss you out to give it to our keeper the right way is because Maven deserved a moment alone with you after all the worry and shit you put her through.”
That gives me a pause of guilt, knowing my keeper was so worried about me.
“I can’t believe you couldn’t keep yourself from mauling her immediately when you look and smell like that,” Everett adds, completely revolted as he turns back to glare out the window that is not-so-mysteriously hazing with a slight frost.
Bael stands and folds his arms, regarding me. “Huh. Thought you’d look different as a necromancer. Like a skeleton or something. So how the hell can you use both kinds of magic?”
Of course, he overheard. I look down at my hands and my slightly numbed, darkened fingertips. Perhaps I’ll need to start wearing gloves as Maven does.
“I’m not sure. More importantly, how long was I out? Where are we?”
Everett crankily grumbles a short explanation—that it’s been three days since First Placement, and we’ve been hiding out in Kenzie’s hometown while they waited for me to recover. There has been no sign of us being followed yet. Still, apparently Asher fucking Douglas and countless other bounty hunters were assigned to look for us.
That means it’s just a matter of time.
Once he’s caught me up, he glances over his shoulder. “So… it’s really gone?”
The other two stare hard at me, and I realize we’re discussing my curse. How oddly relieving it is that I can now look at these three without seeing inevitable backstabbers out to annihilate me. Not that they’re pleasant to look at still, but at least I’m no longer in danger of losing my mind and killing one of Maven’s other matches.
Or worse, hurting her yet again.
“It’s gone,” I confirm.
They all look away, and it gets unusually quiet, except for Maven’s muffled voice from the suite’s other room. I suspect Baelfire can hear every word she’s saying on the phone.
“I have a theory,” Crypt muses.
Bael begins to pace. “I do, too.”
“That makes three of us. Are we sharing these theories, or is it every man for himself as usual?” Everett asks.
Crypt answers by disappearing into Limbo.
Baelfire shrugs. “Let’s not make another stupid fucking competition out of it, but Maven will be wearing my emblem next.”
Everett rolls his eyes and returns to brooding. I mull everything over in my head as I shower and clean up. If we’re being hunted, it will be difficult for Maven to go after the Immortal Quintet. I can’t say that bothers me. Knowing that assassinating them would mark the end of her purpose and, therefore, the end of her life fills me with unspeakable anger. Although she plans on leaving one alive in her complex plan to free the humans in the Nether, I’d much prefer to spirit her away, far from anyone who wants to harm her.
But Maven made a blood oath to free those humans. I’ll help however I can, so long as it doesn’t put her at even more risk.
I’m just stepping out of the bathroom when Maven emerges, her lips pressed together. She looks painfully good in only panties and that shirt, the wide neckline of which shows off the top of my emblem. Seeing it makes my mouth water all over again.
“We’re leaving tomorrow,” she announces.
Baelfire is immediately at her side, shooting me a glare as he tries to wipe away the remaining dried streaks of blood on her neck.
“Leaving to where, Raincloud?”
“That, I haven’t decided. Somewhere more rural than this.”
Baelfire kisses her temple. “My family’s territory near the Purcell mountain range is nice and remote. Only a fucking moron would try to trespass on Decimus land to get to you. My mom would roast them alive—not to mention, I’m sure she’s been dying to meet you.”
Maven hesitates. “The eyewitnesses who escaped along with the faculty have probably been running their mouths. She’ll know by now that I’m the telum. My identity isn’t a secret anymore.”
Everett swears. “Damn it. You’re right.”
“My parents won’t care,” Baelfire confidently insists.
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