Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
Thank the fucking universe.
Warmth.
“Come here,” I tell Everett, not caring that my clothes are now sopping wet.
He’s still breathing too fast. He readjusts his ripped shirt several times before stripping it off entirely, taking a tentative step closer, then away again. In the dim light and through the fog of glass, I can barely make out the big scar traveling down and across his torso until it stops over his right hip.
Finally, Everett demands, “Are you still hurt? Did Asher heal you?”
“Only one way to find out.”
Right now, my elemental is in a state of shock. I need to get him to focus on something until he can breathe fully and think straight. I’ll just have to be the something this gorgeous legacy focuses on.
Oh, woe is me.
Through the glass, he holds my daring stare for a moment before swallowing and removing the rest of his clothes. I didn’t turn on the light in here, so the only light comes from the lamp’s glow through the bathroom doorway. It’s still enough light that I can make out each of Everett’s small, anxious ticks as he steps behind the glass with me.
As soon as the hot spray hits his cold skin, extra steam clouds this space—but it doesn’t freeze, thanks to the magic that I suspect my meticulous elemental hired someone to put on the plumbing.
I take one of his hands, guiding it to my wet coat. Everett hesitates for only a moment before gently stripping me out of the wet clothing. I don’t miss his shaky exhale of relief when he doesn’t see an injury on my shoulder or ankle, but he immediately grabs the nearest soap and loofah to clean the dried blood off of me.
My attempt to calm him down is working. With each second that ticks by, his breathing stabilizes until he’s wholly focused. He doesn’t argue when I reach for shampoo to use on his hair. When my fingers tangle in the silvery wet strands, Everett moans softly, letting his forehead drop to mine.
His voice is ragged. “Even if it’s not hurting you, you shouldn’t touch me. You have no idea how much I’m not worthy of you. Now more than ever.”
“Shh. You’ll get soap in your mouth.”
“I failed you. I failed all of us. And I know I’ll never deserve your forgiveness, but I need you to know that I’m so fucking sorry and?—“
While his mouth is still open, I slip two shampooed fingers inside. Everett recoils, gagging and spitting out the taste of soap. He sputters at me in indignant confusion, successfully ripped out of that spiral of self-hatred that I plan on never hearing again.
“Your mouth was spewing shit, so I cleaned it out for you,” I inform him, reaching for the body wash next.
“Maven,” he whispers. “I’m serious. I…changed. I did things I’m not proud of.”
I pause, finally considering what unpleasantnesses that might encompass. “Women?”
“What?”
“Did you fuck other women?” I clarify, trying to keep my tone conversational even though I just broke the cap of this body wash bottle as electric jealousy sears through me.
It’s a reasonable question. Everett is an incredibly sexy legacy with needs. He’s not a shy virgin anymore, so maybe he decided to speed up the mourning process by getting with other women. It’s not like he’d have a problem finding willing partners, end of the world or not.
I don’t blame other women for hopping into bed with my gorgeous elemental, but if he mentions anyone by name, I’ll have to kill them for touching what’s mine.
Everett has been staring at me for long enough that I’m about to repeat the question—but all at once, I’m hanging upside down, thrown over one of his shoulders. I gasp, scrambling to grip onto his wet frame as he storms out of the quickly icing-over shower. I’m abruptly pinned to his bed with him above me, cold water droplets falling from his wet hair onto me as cold air prickles all over my wet, bare body.
In this light, I can finally see the pure, savage fury etched into his beautifully scarred face. It takes my breath away.
“Tell me you did not just fucking ask me if I was sleeping with other women while I spent months in agony trying to remember how to fucking breathe without you,” he warns darkly.
“Everett—“
My pulse jumps when one of his hands suddenly circles my neck, the gentle pressure making my lips part. His ice eyes bore into mine.
“Ask me again. Ask me if I cheated on you.”
“Technically, it’s not cheating since I was kind of dead,” I point out.
Yikes. That was the wrong thing to say. He’s even more pissed off now.
“I got one good thing in life.
You. And just like that, you were gone. Dead in my arms.
Do you have any fucking idea what that did to me?”
The raw brokenness in his voice hurts me.
My poor snow angel. I reach up to cradle his perfect face, drawing it closer until I can kiss his scarred jaw.
“I’m beginning to,” I whisper.
And then I kiss him.
MAVEN
As soon as I’m kissing him, Everett melts against me, groaning hoarsely. His hand slips from my throat to the back of my neck before he’s suddenly consuming me.
This isn’t my gentle elemental, trying to take things sweet and slow.
Instead, he’s rough. Angry. He’s kissing me like he wants to punish the time that kept us apart. For several long moments, I can’t focus on anything but the way he claims my lips—until I remember how much he likes a dose of pain.
I bite his lower lip.
Frost blooms all over the back of my neck, making me gasp.
Everett swears and pulls away from me, yanking his hands away like he thinks he hurt me. “Godsdamn it. Gods damn it, Maven—I can’t do this. I’m barely in control all the time, but when you’re touching me? There’s absolutely no fucking chance I won’t freeze you to death if I—if we?—“
He’s dangerously close to getting stuck in his own head about this, so I take charge.
Pushing against his beautifully scarred torso, I flip so that Everett is now on his back as I straddle him. I trace the scar stretching across his torso, admiring how his skin healed over his sculpted chest.
“You don’t have to touch it,” he grimaces.
I give him a pointed look. “Nothing will change how I feel about you, so don’t pretend it’s any harder for me to love you with your scars.”
The breath whooshes out of him before he rasps, “I love you, too. I’m so fucking in love with you. It’s killed me that I didn’t get to say it back to you, when—when you were?—“
I’m suddenly dragged back down for another fierce kiss. Everett’s fingers are cold as ice as they trail over my body and press in firmly near my hips. The added chill is another burst of sensation on the backdrop of our exchange.
When I scoot back just enough to tease his erection with my ass, he makes a choking sound and ends the kiss. His cheeks are flushed as he struggles to get words out.
“I’m—fuck. It’s been six months.”
“Way too fucking long,” I agree, scooting back further and lifting slightly until his thick, warm erection is nestled between my legs. I grind against it, shivering at the delicious sensation as it drags against that perfect spot next to my clit.
Gods, I need him so fucking bad. I can feel my wetness dragging along his cock, preparing it for me.
Everett swears raggedly, his fingers tightening almost painfully on my hips as he squeezes his eyes shut briefly. “I mean, it’s been six months. I’m—shit, you’re so fucking beautiful, I’m…”
Oh. He means he’s struggling not to finish quickly from sheer excitement.
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