Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
My mate is turned on right now.
“You have no idea how bad,” she whispers.
Only it sounds a hell of a lot like you have no idea how bad I want you.
Lust crashes through me, along with a need to please my mate so fierce that it’s dizzying.
“Use me,” I growl. “You said you’re frustrated, so use me. And before you argue,” I cut in just as she opens her pretty little mouth. “I can smell that you’re wet right now. Don’t deny it.”
My cock feels like it’s trying to bust straight through the zipper of my pants. I don’t hide how turned on I am when I reach down to finally adjust my throbbing erection, and heat licks down my spine when Maven’s eyes follow the movement.
“However you want, wherever you want. Just use me. I’ll be your free-use fuck toy, totally at your service,” I add with a grin.
I meant it teasingly, but her eyes flash, and the scent of her arousal grows stronger. It’s almost enough to bring me to my knees.
“
Gods, Maven,” I whisper. “Be honest. You like the idea of me totally at your service, don’t you? Is that what you want? Fuck, baby, you can do anything you want to me. I’ll be good. Just say the words.”
My mate shocks the ever-loving hell out of me when she hesitates and then whispers, “I have one rule.”
I can barely think through how excited I am—and godsdamn it, if I’m this keyed up from so little, what would it be like to get completely lost in her?
“
Anything,”
I promise.
“I can touch you, but you are not to touch me.”
My heart thunders in my chest, mouth dry as I nod in agreement.
Something in Maven’s demeanor shifts, like a layer peeling away and leaving her almost…vulnerable. Uncertainty radiates from her as she reaches out her hand slowly, and I exhale hard when her bare fingertips graze up the center of my chest, drifting until she places her palm flat over my heart. I’m surprised it’s not echoing in this narrow passage because it sure feels like it’s trying to slam its way out of my chest.
Shit, I think I might explode.
I watch her micro-expressions closely, and it’s like the second she can feel my heartbeat, a tiny bit of her wariness fades—but I can tell this is still difficult for her. I want to know why, but I’m already pushing her boundaries, and asking more questions will drive her away.
She swallows and meets my eye. “How far is the quintet apartment?”
Oh, my gods. She wants a bed.
“Follow me,” I manage.
Less than five minutes later, after taking all the back passageways I could think of to get her to our shared apartment without anyone seeing my mate looking so godsdamned edible, I shut the front door behind us, my mouth watering as her sweet scent perfumes the space we’ll share together.
Maven pauses, eyeing the luxurious apartment. “This is excessive.”
“Silas has spoiled-ass tastes. He’s almost as bad as Everett with that shit,” I shrug. “But anything you want to be changed before you move in, I’ll absolutely?—“
“I’m not moving in. And if you say one more word about it, I’ll leave.”
I clamp my mouth shut, even though I’m tempted to smile when she wrinkles her nose slightly at the massive home theater room as we pass it on the way down a hallway. Seemingly without intending to, she steps into the central room at the end of the hall, the biggest and most opulent. When she sees the overly massive bed in the center of the bedroom, she arches a brow.
“Is this where your egos sleep?”
“Your bed,” I correct with a smirk. “Big enough for all of us so we don’t have to fight to the death for who gets you each night.”
I know I didn’t just imagine her squeezing her thighs together. But she turns to me with that same semi-vulnerable, curious heat in her eyes.
“Lay down, and no matter what, keep your hands behind your head.”
I’m so eager to do anything she wants that I rip my pants as I yank them off before getting comfortable on the bed, lacing my fingers behind my neck. Pride and desire wash over me when her eyes widen slightly, latching onto the tremendous bulge in my underwear.
“I—” She clears her throat. “I didn’t tell you to get naked.”
“You’ll never have to tell me to get naked around you, Boo. I’ll look for any excuse because I love how you can’t stop looking at me,” I tease.
I’m trying to lighten the mood because I can see her at war with herself in her head. She takes a step back, then forward, clenching and unclenching her hands—but the scent of her arousal is slowly filling the space, and she isn’t looking away from my body, so whatever she’s fighting in her head, I know it’s not on my account. It still makes my dragon twitchy, impatient for her touch, yet far more anxious to know what’s made her so wary of this.
If anyone is going to push her limits before she’s ready, it will be you, Silas’s voice pushes through the cloud of hunger in my head.
I sit up immediately, ignoring the growl of my inner dragon. “Maven…if you’ve changed your mind and this is too much for you, I’m not going to pressure you?—“
“As if you could. This is about me, not you. Lay back down.”
I obey, and finally, she sits on the bed beside me, tipping her head as she studies all of me. She reaches out and gingerly trails her fingers over my arm. I shut my eyes and bask in every second as her soft touch traces over my muscles, up my neck, and down to my abs. Heat gathers under my skin wherever her exploration lingers.
When she hums softly and brushes her palm against the cock straining in my underwear, desire bolts down my spine, and my hips lurch, eyes flying open as I gasp.
“Oh shit.”
Maven’s eyes darken as she repeatedly traces the outline of my erection through the thin fabric. By the time she stops, I’m panting, fingers flexed behind my neck.
I’ve never been teased like this. I’ve always taken charge in bed—and hell, I still want to pin Maven down, bury myself to the hilt in her, and leave love bites all over so people know she’s fucking mine, but this?
I want this even more.
When she suddenly frees my leaking cock from its confines, and her hand skims the length of it, fire pumps through my veins. It only worsens when I see her mouth part slightly at the size of me. Like I said, I’m a big motherfucker—everywhere.
“That’s…” She trails off.
“It’ll fit, baby,” I promise hoarsely. “I’ll make it fit. You’ll love every godsdamned inch of me.”
That snaps her out of her small daze, and she gives me a droll look. “I am not fucking you, Baelfire. Now or ever.”
My inner dragon writhes at those words. “Maven?—“
“But I like seeing you so hard for me,” she adds, her voice turning liquid. “Good boy.”
Good boy.
Those words sink in and holy. Fucking. Gods.
“More,” I growl, muscles clenching and rippling wherever her featherlight touch brushes next. It’s sweet, tantalizing torture. “Say more like that.”
Her pretty little mouth quirks up in a deliciously evil smile, and she leans over, close enough that damp tendrils of her hair frame my face, and I stop breathing altogether, world screeching to a stop as I pray to all six gods that she’s going to kiss me.
But instead, she whispers, “You want my praise?”
Her fingers skim the head of my cock. I grit my teeth as my hips jerk up of their own accord again, desperation and need taking the reigns until all I can think about is getting more from her. More of anything, but especially her calling me a good boy.
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