Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
“Gods, I need it. Please,” I pant.
“Good answer. But my praise is earned.”
Everything about her voice is smooth and deceptively gentle, yet there’s that same powerful undertone in it that I’m realizing is always there. My mate is exceptional at hiding her emotions, but her mask is nowhere to be found as she smirks down at me, dark eyes glittering.
She’s the one calling the shots, and it’s addictive.
I am so fucked.
I jerk again, swearing harshly as Maven’s little hand finally—godsdamned finally
—curls around my hardness, swiping through the precum that’s been leaking out since we started this heavenly torture. Her fingers can’t reach all the way around, but I clench my teeth at the agonizingly perfect pleasure as she pumps it once, so slowly it hurts. Then twice.
“Such a good dragon, keeping your hands where I told you,” she muses.
“Maven. Gods, Maven,” I chant, arms straining behind my head.
Her arousal is permeating the air, driving me absolutely feral. Fantasies I’ve never had before pop into my head, all centered around this intoxicating dynamic. Me on my knees for Maven, head buried between her thighs so I can get high off her scent. Tasting her when she lets me. Her praise when I beg the way she likes. Her disciplining me when she sees fit before letting me worship every inch of her body.
I want to hear that I please her. I burn with the need to touch her.
But no. I promised I wouldn’t, and I have to make this last longer.
Her third stroke is rough enough that she presses hard against my aching balls. I gasp again, all my muscles straining against the intense need to come settled low in my spine.
Maven’s beautiful, excited eyes capture mine, and I swear nothing in the world will ever be the same for me again. Now that my mate has looked at me this way, I’ll never be the same.
“Now be a good little pet and come for me,” she whispers, stroking me hard.
Pet? Oh, holy fuck.
Her words destroy any chance I have of making this last, and my vision whites out as the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had has me shouting with release. Needing an anchor to hold onto as the pleasure wipes me out, my arms whip out and seal around her, gripping my mate tightly to me as the ecstasy takes me, along with a psychological high unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
When I finally start to come down, I’m dizzy, but that doesn’t keep my still-hard erection from twitching again, eager for more of my mate. Moaning, I bury my face in Maven’s cool hair, letting her scent envelop me. This is bliss.
“Gods, Maven. That…I can’t even…that was?—“
One moment, I’m so delirious with pleasure that I can’t speak right, but the next, I freeze when I realize Maven is tensed, dead silent, and trembling.
Because I broke my promise.
I’m hugging her to me.
Immediately, I let her go and sit up. “Oh, gods.
Gods. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to?—“
Without letting me see her face, she shoves away from me, rolls off the bed, and bolts from the room, slamming the door shut behind her before I can even get to my feet. All that euphoria I was feeling quickly transforms into bile crawling up my throat.
Damn it. Damn it, damn it, damn it.
It was instinctive. I didn’t mean to touch her without permission—but I did, and now I feel like my chest is caving in. My mate just unearthed the biggest fucking praise kink and gave me the best orgasm of my life, and in return, I crossed her lines. I screwed up.
I have to make this right.
MAVEN
This is what I get for punching and subsequently fooling around with a dragon shifter.
I slam my dorm door behind me and rapidly back away from it, my chest still rising and falling from running all the way here. Very few people saw me bolt through the halls in my limited state of dress. Seeing that someone already replaced my door was a massive relief because I’m not in a good state to deal with no privacy right now. I’m so shaken that I trip backward over the edge of my bed, landing on my back and clenching my teeth at the ceiling.
Stupid Maven. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
I can still hear the echo of Baelfire’s gasps. The soft moans and harsh swears. His glorious muscles bunching, all of him reacting to my slightest touch. The way he looked at me, a mixture of hot, pure need and begging.
And when he lost control after I called him my pet…
Driven by a mind of their own, my fingers skim down the front of Baelfire’s shirt, slipping into the front of my charred panties. I can’t help the sound that escapes when my fingers slide against my wet clit.
Of course, it’s wet. I’m completely soaked.
Meanwhile, the rest of my body is so fucking confused.
When Baelfire’s strong arms trapped me against his solid, blazingly warm body, I felt all the familiar horror—the unbearable sensation of someone else’s skin on mine, the tightening of my throat, and the complete inability to breathe or even think straight.
But there was also…something else. Tingling warmth. An electrical flush spread over my skin that created mayhem throughout my body.
I can’t tell if I need to puke or come.
Never in my life have I been so aroused, and despite what Kenzie thinks, it’s not because I’m a virgin. Squeezing my eyes shut, I allow my fingers to tease my wet pussy, circling the upper corner beside my clit the way I’ve always enjoyed. I moan at the feeling—it’s been a very long time since I touched myself.
Maybe that’s why they pop into my head.
The way Silas’s dark hair curls around his forehead and the nape of his neck. The strain in Baelfire’s arms as I turned him into a panting mess. Crypt’s deliciously twisted smile and intent stare. Even Everett’s strikingly pale blue eyes and how his lips felt on my forehead.
What would his cool skin feel like against my flushed body?
Unbidden, I slip a finger into myself, crying out softly and throwing my other arm over my face to block out the light as my back arches off the bed. From the darkness, the image surfaces of them surrounding me, devouring me with their eyes as ravenously as they did by the river, their voices whispering against my skin. They’re relentless.
Giving into them would be so easy.
And in this moment, swept away by the pleasure I’m crafting for myself, the idea of bringing all my gorgeous monsters to their knees to worship me is a dark, irresistible siren. I bite my lower lip hard as I moan, fingers circling my clit quickly and need making my chest ache. The orgasm approaches and then recedes again and again until I can’t think straight. I desperately need that release.
I could stop fighting them.
Make them mine.
No.
Fuck, no.
With a vicious swear, I rip my hand away, feeling the building pleasure slip away as frustratingly unsatisfying as always.
This is why I haven’t touched myself in forever. I forgot just how pissed off it makes me when I can’t ever seem to push myself over the edge. It leaves me overheated, slick, and extremely unhappy.
I can’t let myself fantasize about them. And they are not my gorgeous monsters. I need to get a grip and stay focused, or this will end terribly for me.
More terribly than it already will, anyway.
One cold shower and a slew of swear words about how stupid I’ve been later, I dress in new clothes and pull on new gloves quickly, ignoring their sting against my still-sensitive burns. As always, I slip some small but useful weapons into hidden pockets. I can’t help glaring at Baelfire’s shirt, crumpled on the floor by the desk, mocking me for losing my self-control earlier.
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