Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
“Fuck, baby. Anything you want. Just please fucking use me until I can’t control myself anymore.”
I study him, twisting my fingers into his damp, dirty blond hair so I can guide him to look up at me. His eyes are hooded, and he’s still shivering slightly as his rut builds—but knowing how badly he wants me in charge is…really fucking hot.
“Stand up.”
He obeys, and I’m glad he’s so tall because sitting on the edge of this bed gives me a good enough height to begin slowly stroking his already-leaking erection. Baelfire tenses, his hands balled into white fists at his sides as he struggles not to move without my permission.
Leaning forward, I lick the heady, hot wetness from his tip.
“My mate tastes so good,” I sigh.
“Fuck. Fuck,” he pants, shutting his eyes.
I slowly lick around the head of his cock, enjoying each tremor and swear as I take his incredible thickness into my mouth and begin to lavish it. I really fucking enjoy this—teasing and sucking as his desperation grows. I try to take more and more of him into my mouth and down my throat, enjoying the sensual sensation of his slick hard erection gliding deeper until I nearly fucking choke while he moans.
It’s so good that I start to squirm, becoming aware of the greedy throbbing between my legs.
Finally, he can’t stop the instinctive little thrusts of his hips.
“
Maven,” he gasps. “Gods, baby, please?—“
I pop off of his dick, licking my lips and looking up at my needy shifter. “Crawl to the other side of the bed and lay down for me.”
He swallows hard, holding my gaze as he lowers to his hands and knees. I watch the gorgeous muscles on his body work in tandem, smooth and tantalizing, as he obediently crawls to get on the bed and lies down on the other side of me.
His golden gaze is deliciously pleading as he waits to see what I’ll do next.
I slowly straddle his stomach, tracing the powerful contours of his chest as I admire my mate. Then I slide back until I can feel his hot erection against my ass.
Gods, he’s so hard that my stomach flips with anticipation.
“Such a good pet for me,” I murmur, leaning down to kiss his warm lips.
Baelfire moans into my mouth, kissing me back ravenously as I cup his jaw. He’s trying to rub himself against my ass, panting in gloriously frustrated desperation.
When I feel the slight trickle of blood on the crook of my neck from him biting me on accident, I break away from the kiss, an idea crossing my mind.
“Bite me again,” I order gently.
He’s so far gone to the lust clouding around us that it takes a moment before he can focus on the bite wound. He shakes his head, fisting the sheets beside us to keep his hands to himself like a good boy.
“You’re already bleeding. I don’t like that.”
“I want your claiming of me to be intentional. If you don’t bite me again on purpose, we’ll always remember it as an accident.” I kiss his chin and turn my head so he has better access. “Make it real, Baelfire.”
He’s gentle at first, dragging his lips against the injury on the left side of my neck until he finally bites me again—hard.
Claiming me.
It’s a sharp pain and pleasure at once, but nothing like when Silas bites me. This isn’t feeding—it’s marking. It’s meant to leave a beautifully savage scar I’ll carry to show I’m his mate.
“Just like that,” I praise.
Baelfire’s hands go to my hips as he laps the sting away from my neck, his breathing growing more uneven. His cock glides against my ass through my pajama shorts again, more insistently.
“You’re mine,” he growls. “All fucking mine.
My mate.”
I nod and try to kiss him, but suddenly, we’ve flipped. Baelfire pins my wrists over my head, his expression ferocious and lust-filled before he begins licking and kissing his way down my throat.
Sensual adrenaline spikes inside my veins when his teeth close around my jugular for a moment. He doesn’t draw blood, but the primal gesture is startling enough that I gasp.
“Bael,” I whisper.
“Why the fuck are you still in clothes?” he demands hungrily, dragging his face against my chest before sitting up and literally ripping my loose pajama shirt off of me.
Before I can try to wriggle out of my shorts to speed this process, he rips those off, too—along with my panties.
Then his tongue drags roughly against my dripping pussy, making me arch and cry out in surprise. He holds my hips in place as he devours me, his fingers pressing almost painfully hard into my hips.
He’s losing control.
I’m fucking loving it.
“Bite me again,” I demand, twisting his hair hard in my hands as I grind against his face.
Bael growls and turns to sink his teeth into my inner thigh. My mouth drops open at how brutally delicious it is. And when I look down to meet my mate’s gaze, I see it—golden pools of violent, animalistic need as he’s lost to the rut.
Baelfire might like me in charge, but right now, his beastly instincts are calling all the shots—and those instincts drive him to flip me over before he thrusts so deep and hard into me that I scream into the mattress. His cock pounds into me without mercy as he swears and snarls, spreading my legs wider.
He places a big hand against my upper back, pressing me further into the mattress but keeping my ass high as he savagely takes what he needs from my body, rutting like an animal. I moan and swear into the blankets, so awash with sharp, relentless pleasure that I’m not surprised when an orgasm sweeps over me out of nowhere.
“Fuck me,” I gasp, pushing back into him as my insides clench and my toes curl. “Yes, gods, fuck
?—“
Baelfire snarls and pushes deep one more time, coming hard. I startle at the sensation of his warmth filling me, but I barely have a second to catch my breath before he flips me over again, kissing a path up my stomach.
Then he slides into me again. He pins my hands to the bed, moaning as he thrusts slow and really fucking deep, setting a pace that is both languid and demanding.
“Bael,” I rasp, my pulse still humming as I still haven’t come down from my release.
He bites my lip, licking away the pain as he grows rougher—pressing one of my legs up until my knee is next to my head. I groan at the new angle while he growls savagely and fucks me harder, clearly unable to stop ravishing me even for a moment.
Oh, gods.
This rut is going to be brutal.
I smile.
BAELFIRE
I think I just woke up in Paradise.
Gods, Maven is just so fucking pretty. And she smells like heaven.
In fact, my entire room is perfumed with her sweet, dark midnight scent mixed with the mouthwatering fragrance of her arousal, which makes sense because we’ve been in this room for…
Shit. How long have we been in here?
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