Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
I pinch her clit between my lips roughly enough that she cuts off with another exhilirated gasp. Each of her reactions is a perfection driving me further into this hunger-fueled delirium.
“You want what, darling?” Crypt whispers, caressing her beautiful bare skin as he languidly watches her pleasure build.
“Two of you at once,” she manages.
That’s enough to make me lift my head. Somewhere in the lust-addled haze of my ruined mind, I can sense voices and whispers vying for attention, angry that this beautiful woman has so much of my attention. But I focus determinedly on my keeper as Crypt, Baelfire, and Everett all go still, wondering if we’re interpreting her words right.
“You mean…” Everett trails off, his voice unsteady and rough.
My blood blossom is flushed and determined all at once. “I mean, I want to take two of you at once. I want to try double penetration.”
“Fuck me,” Crypt swears, ignoring the glowing markings displayed on his body as he begins to strip all the way.
“Better idea. You fuck me in my ass right now,” she shoots back.
Baelfire makes a choking sound before he has to brace himself on the edge of the bed. “Gods, baby, that is so fucking hot.”
Maven surprises us all again when she sits up and turns to straddle Everett, taking charge as elegantly as she always does when she tugs his hair to tip his head back.
“I’m ready,” she insists.
He makes a rough sound that can’t possibly count as English before he clears his throat and shakes his head, his cheeks pink. “N—no.”
“
No? What the fucking hell is wrong with you?” Baelfire huffs, getting back onto the bed. He can’t seem to take his eyes off Maven’s perfect ass. “If you won’t give her what she wants?—“
“I meant, not yet,” Everett snaps, closing his eyes in bliss when Maven begins kissing and nibbling one of his ears. “We’d need to prepare before trying that for the first time.”
“Why bother?” Maven demands, pulling back. “Just spit and shove it in.”
“No, love,” Crypt cuts in. “That could hurt you.”
“I have a high pain tolerance. I’ll be fine. Now just?—“
Everett’s hand cracks against her ass, startling her and making me swear because gods her skin looks good with a handprint quickly forming on it. Maven is still reeling from the sharp contact and grinds slightly against him, but to his credit, the elemental still manages to get words out.
“You want two of us to fuck you at once? Fine. But we’re going to do it right—so you’re going to wait until later, when we have you prepped and ready and fucking begging for it.”
“She’s already begging for it,” Baelfire points out hoarsely. “Look at her—she’s fucking soaked.
Gods, Mayflower—do you have any fucking idea how sexy you are?”
“Not sexy enough, if you aren’t going to fuck me,” she mumbles.
Crypt growls and grips her ankles, yanking her down the bed before shoving her legs back.
“Who said we weren’t going to fuck you?” he demands before thrusting his pierced, hard cock deeply into her.
Maven cries out, and that gorgeous sound makes me groan along with the rest of us as Crypt begins to fuck her hard and fast. Her back arches from the pleasure, but her dark, alluring gaze falls on me.
She licks her lips, her desire evident. “Silas?—“
I’m already scrambling on the bed, grateful now that I never found my clothes as my cock brushes against her lips. Maven opens for me so beautifully, wrapping her warm, wet mouth around my length and sucking until I can’t stop myself from pumping my hips.
Fucking gods, she feels amazing.
“Thanafluir,” I moan.
Maven hums around my cock, sinking deeper on it as Crypt continues to slam into her. The rough sounds of their coupling serves as an erotic backdrop as Everett strokes himself and Baelfire sucks on one of Maven’s tits.
When Crypt groans and reaches down to tease her clit at the same time, I know he’s reaching his limit but refuses to finish before our keeper. I thrust deeper into her perfect mouth, that same mad dizziness sweeping over me as desperation takes hold, heat bearing down on my spine with the urge to fill her devious mouth.
But Crypt reaches his goal first and Maven pops off my cock to cry out as her orgasm rips through her. I swear and jerk myself off, unable to stop the rising tide of pleasure that crests over me as I watch her shake and arch and swear.
Baelfire is on her next, snarling and shoving himself deep as Maven gasps in renewed pleasure, her orgasm not yet done. He pinches her nipples and swears and praises her as he fucks her hard, and she’s loving every second of it.
I groan at the sight of her being rutted so savagely by the big shifter, her hair a mess, her eyes squeezed shut, and all those delicious sounds falling from her lips.
She’s a sight to behold. An insatiable, stunning marvel.
We’re intoxicated, falling deeper under her spell with every sound, every taste—every cry and moan and gasp of her voice.
A dark shadow is creeping into my vision, mad voices hissing their displeasure as I continue to fight them off. I cannot have them here in this moment, when my keeper is again on the brink of orgasm.
Still, insanity dips into my mind, stealing moments away from me as I strive to remain in this sensual, perfect moment. One moment, I’m watching Baelfire rail her as Maven cries out, and then I find that Everett is between her legs, mercilessly stroking her clit as he breathes frost to stimulate her bare, reddened inner thigh.
Maven shudders as she grips the sheets on either side, gasping, “Wait, I—I can’t take anymore.”
“Too bad,” Everett whispers, fingering her hard with two fingers to make her cry out. “We’re not done with you yet.”
Crypt is kissing her as another orgasm tears through her, violent and raw. My blurred gaze stays fixed on her beautiful face as she falls apart once again.
So fucking beautiful.
That’s the face of your ruin, a voice snickers inside my head. Other voices chant and sing and drive me mad as I try like hell to hold on to sanity.
Everett still has not stopped wringing pleasure from Maven, fingering and frosting and slapping her pussy until my blood blossom is panting and swearing. She shakes in the sheets in a way that makes my cock thicken with renewed need.
“One more,” Baelfire growls, licking her jaw and biting the mating mark on the left side of her neck. “Give us one more, hellion.”
“I—I can’t?—“
“You can, and you certainly fucking will,” Crypt purrs, kissing her other temple as he teases one of her dusky, pointed nipples.
She’s so glorious like this. So ours.
Moaning, gasping, telling us what she needs and how she needs it. I watch, adoring the sight of my blood blossom as she takes what she wants until everything becomes a blur of moans, pleasure, and desperation.
I want nothing more than to rejoin. To stay. But a violent panic is creeping over me as long centipedes trail across the bed toward me. The walls are dripping blood as whispers laugh from the shadows in this room.
My heart pounds as the madness creeps in.
It’s not safe for me here.
No, she’s not safe if I’m here. I’m a risk to her.
Any moment, I might snap or black out. I crave Maven in every way, including her pleasure, so I refuse to be the one to ruin it.
The voices in my head grow in volume, from a whisper to a shout to screams of deranged fury.
I can’t breathe.
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