Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
There it is—the triangle of my House upon her lovely skin. It nearly lines up with the Elemental square, with the Arcana line straight through the middle on top of her scar.
It’s beautiful.
She’s beautiful.
“We’re bound,” I rasp, relief washing over me.
Maven glances down and breaks into a smile, tracing her new emblem.
So we are, she murmurs…inside my head.
And just like that, I’m ready for her all over again.
Darling.
Yes?
I pull her back down for a kiss, allowing my hands to explore everywhere as she inhales sharply and begins to rock against me.
Her deliciously devious fingers again brush up my chest to pinch and tease my piercing.
Gods above.
Allow me to worship you again, I groan telepathically, rolling once more to kiss down her neck and lick the place my emblem now sits proudly on her pretty skin.
Gods.
“Yes,” she whispers, delving her hands into my hair as we begin again.
Every whisper of her voice in my head, every touch, is excruciatingly perfect. But I need more. I groan and position myself at her entrance, sliding the tip of my cock through the wetness seeping out of her from my last orgasm.
Maven moans, arching her back to add to the friction as I continue to tease her, a desperate madness beginning to buzz through my veins.
“Fuck—those piercings,” she gasps.
I thrust hard into her, gritting my teeth against the onslaught of pleasure.
Fuck.
Yes. Fuck. Now, she replies, only heightening the frenzy building between us.
I swear and press her legs back until her knees are beside her head. Her mouth drops open at the stretch before I slam deep into her. Pleasure sparks down my spine, tightening my balls and sending me into a mindless haze of lust as I fuck Maven with abandon, giving us what we both need once more.
Her nails dig into my back, scraping. The slight bite of pain makes me hiss through my teeth. I grow rougher, losing any remaining control.
“So tight,” I grit. “So wet. So—fucking—
mine.”
I slam deep between each word, making her cry out.
“Crypt,” she whispers, chanting. “Crypt, Crypt…fuck, I need?—“
I will always know what she needs. Cursing as I further unravel, I brace one arm beside her and reach between us to pinch her clit ruthlessly.
Maven swears as she comes, squeezing her eyes shut as the most beautiful, decadent bliss sweeps over her face. Feeling her perfection tighten and gush around me proves too much, and I moan as I bury my face against her neck. My cock pulses once again with release.
Gods. I fucking love your cock, Maven thinks in a daze.
I smile against her skin, kissing it. “My dark little darling, did you just confess your love for me?”
“I distinctly said your cock.”
“Last I checked, that’s part of me. I’ll have to tell the others that you officially professed your undying love to me first. Hopefully, it leads to a gloriously violent altercation.”
She rolls her eyes, but I sense the satisfied sleepiness that is slowly weighing her down. My pretty newlybound keeper is going to need more rest before we leave tomorrow to hunt her prey.
I kiss the tip of her nose and gently pull out of her, trying not to groan at the sensation. I scoop her up and begin walking back to the cottage.
“I can walk,” she protests through a yawn.
“I much prefer holding you.”
She hums and slips into tranquil unconsciousness. A few minutes later, just as I’m nearing the cottage, Frost’s panicked voice floods the bond.
Maven? Where are you?
Crane is right behind him.
Are you all right, sangfluir?
What happened? Where did you
?
—
I scowl when Maven begins to rouse from sleep due to their stupidity. Sending the softest ripple of my power through her, I lull her back into a deep rest.
She’s exquisite as always, so don’t get your knickers in a twist, I tell them telepathically just as I open the door of the cottage.
Their shocked expressions are priceless, made even better because they both squint like idiots, unable to see me well in the dark.
Decimus sits up groggily. “What the fuck’s going on?”
I hush him and lay Maven gently beside Crane once more. “Shut your mouths. She needs sleep.”
“Were you just fucking her outside?
” Frost growls quietly. “Out in the dirt where anyone could have seen? She deserves the comfort of a bed at least, you?—“
I roll my eyes and touch his leg to send a much less gentle pulse of sleepiness through him, quickly giving Crane the same treatment. But when I turn to Decimus, he’s not making a fuss like the others. He’s longingly watching Maven sleep.
“So what’s it like? Being bound to her?”
“Like beautifully fucked-up puzzle pieces falling into place,” I murmur and then sigh. “Don’t pout. You’ll be bound to her soon enough.”
He lays back down, staring at the ceiling. “Yeah, I really fucking hope so.”
I slip back into Limbo, leave the cottage to gather our clothes, redress myself, and quickly return to wait for Maven to begin dreaming again.
But Decimus isn’t falling asleep. Just as I’m debating putting him out, too, he sits up.
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