Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
When he lowers me, I make sure to slide against his thick bulge on the way down, grinning when he shudders.
“That’s my good boy,” I murmur just for him.
Baelfire braces himself on his knees like he’s trying to contain himself. “
Fuck. You’re so mean. Please don’t ever stop.”
I laugh and fall into step beside Crypt, who wraps his leather-clad arm around my shoulders and kisses my temple. Silas and Everett are already waiting by the gas station’s entrance.
Everett opens the door for me, grimacing at the handle. “Ugh. I probably just picked up some incurable disease for you. You’re welcome and please don’t touch anything unless it’s necessary.”
“What about you? Because it’s starting to feel necessary to touch you guys,” I inform him honestly.
Silas smirks as he follows me and Crypt through the door. “Thank gods for that.”
Once again, thank me instead. They’re useless, I send through the bond.
Everett sighs.
You know, they really do smite people for blasphemy, Snowdrop.
“In that case, I hereby dare the gods to strike me dow—” I start to say, raising my voice dramatically.
Everett clamps his non-door-holding, cool hand over my mouth, shooting me a warning look. I hold his gaze and lick his palm sensually, making him jump and flush all over.
“You are such a menace,” he grumbles when I grin.
We all follow as he goes to find the cleanest-looking mini table in the attached semi-restaurant. The place is empty except for a bored-looking employee on her phone behind the counter next to a glowing display of various rotating meats.
Baelfire finally joins us inside and scowls when he glances at the menu behind the counter. “Not many vegetarian options.”
“That’s fine. I’ll eat potatoes again.”
He sighs. “My sexy mate, Angel of Death, love of my life—they are called fries.”
Again, with the
L
-word. I try not to make a face because I know it will just inspire more of their neverending teasing about this topic. So, instead, I shrug.
“I admit. That’s not a terrible nickname.”
“None of my nicknames are terrible,” he grins.
“Well, we all know that is a fucking lie,” Silas rolls his eyes.
Everett’s cell phone rings as the others examine the menu. He makes a face, rejecting the call to send a text instead. He’s squinting a bit, which reminds me that I want to see him in his reading glasses someday.
When the elemental catches me looking, he gives me a frosty look and tilts his phone away so I can’t try to read it.
Meaning, it’s about whatever the fuck they were doing while I was ending Del Mar.
“Just tell me what you four are up to,” I insist.
“Nope.”
“You’re being petty.”
Everett tucks his phone away, adjusting his jacket. “Yeah, I am. But like I said, this is what you get for leaving us out of the loop and scaring the shit out of us.”
How is it both aggravating and attractive that he’s being so fucking stubborn about this?
I sigh. “I already promised to be better, so cut the shit and…”
I trail off as an unusual chill runs down my spine, alertness washing over me. It’s not the same as when shadow fiends are near, but I still know what kind of Nether spawn to expect when I glance at the arriving newcomers.
I just don’t expect to make eye contact with Melchom, who sweeps through the door first.
He’s in the middle of saying something to the demon beside him, but when he sees me, he freezes, going ashen-faced.
“Fuck me seven ways to hell,” he grimaces and tries to back out the door. “Ah, now, maybe we should just?—“
“Shut the fuck up. This was the place I saw, so quit being a pussy about it. In you go,” a demoness says, shoving him inside.
She’s tall and stunning for a demoness, with dark hair in dreadlocks, a skull-patterned bandana obscuring her horns, electric blue lipstick, and piercing black eyes that immediately swing to me.
She breaks into a bright grin, showing off pointed teeth. “There she is! The telum herself. All the humans on the news are calling you Mav?
—
“
I’m in front of her in an instant, pressing one of my new knives against the flesh of her throat.
“Don’t sully my name with your mouth,” I warn evenly.
The demoness’s eyes widen before she tosses her head back in a booming laugh. I sense my matches behind me, tensed in case these demons mean trouble, but they don’t try to intervene or stop me.
There are four demons present—Melchom, this one who is still laughing like I invented comedy, and twin male demons who look like they’re on a mission to discover how much of their tattooed skin they can cover in piercings.
The demoness arches her brow at Melchom. “You didn’t describe her nearly well enough, dick-for-brains.”
“More like you just didn’t hear me over all the wailing your little fuck pet does whenever you’re pegging the hell out of him, you slut-faced bitch,” he scowls.
I look between them, deducting. “You’re Melchom’s girlfriend.”
The twin demons hiss in disgust at me using their pal’s name so freely, but she only grins.
“Tell you what, telum. I came here looking for a word with you. So, to show I mean you no harm, how’s this? The name’s Eisha.”
Melchom sputters, scandalized. The twin demons hiss again, and Everett sighs and mutters a prayer to ward off the gods’ punishment for demonology.
I study Eisha. I can’t think of a single fucking reason she could want to have a word with me. It’s much more likely that she’s competitive like most demons and wants to try her hand at taking out Amadeus’s scourge.
“Do I get to make good on my threat now, love?” Crypt asks in a deceptively calm tone, his murderous glare pinned on Melchom.
My other three matches look fully on board with that idea.
Melchom gulps loudly. “W—whoa! Hang on here, studs. Look, my airhead girlfriend just got really fucking excited when she saw the telum on the news. Claims she was one of Amato’s allies back in the day, which is complete unicorn shit if you ask me?—“
Eisha rolls her eyes. “How would you even know, micro-dick? You fucked up, lost your horns in ’97, and didn’t respawn for over a decade. Missed all the fun.”
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