Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
Crypt smiles darkly, without humor. “Enjoy it while you can. You’ll have to sleep eventually, and when you do, I’ll be there.”
What a creep.
Maven laughs at the face I pull. The sound is pure heaven. I move her onto my lap and grin like an idiot when she pecks me on the cheek.
I’m going to spoil the godsdamned soul out of this woman.
I’m all yours, you know that? I tell her telepathically.
Like I said. No holds barred. I know I’ll never actually be worthy of you, but I’m sure as hell going to try my best. Now that I finally get to love you the way I’ve been needing to
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I’m interrupted and shocked when Maven actually blushes and covers my mouth with one of her hands like she’s trying to stop the words.
You know this is in our heads, right? I check, laughing.
All of our heads, actually, Silas’s voice inserts, making us both blink. He’s not back at the cabin, and I suddenly wonder how far the telepathic bond goes.
Not to make it a competition, but my proclamations of love are much better. Aren’t they, sangfluir?
Shall I let Everett know how much you enjoy sweet confessions whispered to your head?
Quiet or I’ll block you out, Maven sends back.
Crypt mutters something under his breath and pulls out a lighter and reverium cigarette, igniting it despite my protest as he stalks toward us. “Enough with the telepathy.”
He sits and promptly pulls our keeper out of my arms and onto his lap instead, kissing her before taking a drag from his cigarette.
“Don’t get that fucking smoke on her. And everyone knows newlybounds need to stay close,” I scowl, pulling her back onto my lap.
He resists, wrapping an arm around her waist. Maven smirks up at us when she winds up halfway on his lap and halfway on mine, her newly-marked chest on display right as Baelfire pushes through the front door with a gust of wintry wind. The dragon shifter is stark naked, covered in dirt, melted snow, animal blood, and a surprising amount of ripped-up feathers.
He halts, blinking at the scene in front of him.
“Holy fuck. Snowflake finally got laid? Damn, that’s a lot of hickeys.”
I flush, but it’s not like I have any regrets—especially not when Maven smirks and reaches up to brush one of the marks she left on me.
Baelfire brushes snow off his shoulders. “Okay, Angel of Death, I have a very serious question for you. Was his jizz normal, or was it cold like a?—“
“Shut the fuck up, dragon,” I cut him off with an eye roll.
MAVEN
Starfall Eve is nice.
Once Baelfire is in the shower, Silas returns and gifts me a new concoction he’s been working on—an elixir I can drink to fend off my next episode.
Which means no more fucking needles.
Thank the universe.
Baelfire’s gift is a mouthwatering dinner and several new ice cream flavors to try, which is how I learn that vanilla really is my favorite. Crypt got me a beautiful, scandalous dark red lingerie set that I am one hundred percent sure he stole from a store somewhere in Washington. He also got me a graphic T-shirt with a coffin on it that says, “Get in bitches, we’re going to the Beyond.”
I found it fitting and hilarious, even though Everett told Crypt his sense of humor was more fucked up than he is.
All the gift-giving was great, but it also made me feel shitty. I had no idea gifts were a thing on Starfall, so I have nothing for them. Silas picked up on my frustration and teasingly insisted that kisses counted as great gifts.
Still, I’m going to get them all something as soon as I get the chance.
Now, the fireplace in the little bedroom is flickering softly with pale blue flames as I listen to Baelfire sleeping softly to my right. He tried curling up around me, which was great until I started to break into a cold sweat and couldn’t breathe right after about thirty minutes. He noticed and backed off, instead resting my hand on his chest so I could feel the steady, soothing thrum of his heartbeat as he drifted to sleep.
Apparently, my stupid fucking touch phobia is going to be a bitch to get rid of entirely.
On the other side of Baelfire, Everett looks like a contentedly sleeping angel, the faint blue firelight casting an almost eerie wintry glow to his white-blond hair. I smile when I glimpse some of the hickeys I left behind on his neck, others hidden under his pajama shirt.
Silas is quietly sleeping in the chair in one corner of the room. He fell asleep reading a book he pulled from his pocket void earlier.
Crypt is watching me in Limbo. I’m sure he’s waiting for me to fall asleep.
That makes two of us.
I’m not ready to admit out loud to him or the others that sleep eludes me the more I think about Gideon being here in the mortal realm to hunt me down. Not to mention the looming threat of falling behind on my tasks as the telum. I haven’t even found etherium yet, let alone hunted down another member of the Immortal Quintet. Melchom hasn’t answered calls, and while I would gladly track down another demon to wring answers out of, I can’t risk getting found by a multitude of enemies who would waste more of my time.
Still…even with the dread hanging over me like a cloud, I can’t help tracing the thin, square House of Elementals emblem now decorating the center of my chest like a delicate rune.
I’m officially bound to Everett Frost.
That painfully gorgeous, conflicted, brooding, adorably awkward, perfectionistic snow angel is all mine.
The rightness of it makes me smile, and finally the Nightmare Prince appears. He’s sitting on the hardwood floor, arms folded on the edge of the bed beside my pillow as he rests his chin on them to gaze dreamily at me. There is also an undeniable edge of lust in his silver-flecked purple eyes.
“Restless, love? I’m happy to send you off to sleep. The only thing I ask in return is that you let me slowly devour that sweet little cunt of yours while you bask in sinful dreams.”
Heat floods my neck and pulses between my thighs.
Gods, he’s silver-tongued—and I wouldn’t mind indulging my somnophiliac as much as he wants. The last time he played with me while I was unconscious, I had the most fantastic sex dream and woke up to all of my matches delirious with need.
It’s one of my favorite memories.
Still, I hesitate. “I was with Everett earlier.”
He hums in agreement. “Are you asking me to wake him up to join? If so, I’m for it. I hardly mind sharing when watching you come undone in so many ways is so delectable. Anything you like tonight, my darling, so long as I get to taste you as you dream.”
Fucking poetic incubus. Now I’m really flushed.
I try to play it off by rolling my eyes. “I meant, he finished inside me.”
I showered afterward, but still.
His lips turn up devilishly. “Lucky him. What’s your point, love?”
How is he not getting it? “My point is, you don’t want to go down on me after he’s…”
The Nightmare Prince’s grin widens, and he leans to whisper against my ear on the pillow.
“Don’t I?”
Oh, gods. That raspy voice, his accent, his sweet leather scent, and the way he slowly kisses down my jaw…
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