Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
I can’t stay.
Stumbling off the bed, I ignore my trembling hands and pounding heart as I race from the room to let the madness and shadows devour me whole.
BAELFIRE
Ice-cold water crashes over my head, jolting me awake. My dragon snarls at the rude awakening as he rushes to take a backseat, extra fussy first thing in the morning.
Spluttering, I wipe water off my face and realize Crypt just dumped an entire fucking pitcher over my head where I was sleeping on the floor.
“What the—” I start to snarl.
He holds his fingers to his lips and glances at the bed, indicating that Maven is still asleep. But when I try to sit up to check on her, my leash tugs painfully, nearly choking me—and that’s when I remember that I told Everett to tie me up overnight so my dragon wouldn’t set the bed on fire for shits and giggles and fry my quintet in their sleep.
“You were starting fires thanks to your dream,” Crypt mutters as an explanation, stomping out a couple of small blue embers dancing on the ground before he drops back into Limbo.
Probably to go back to snorting Maven’s dreams like they’re crack.
Trying to stay quiet, I untie the damn leash from the leg of the desk until I can finally stand and peek at the massive bed. A stupid grin crosses my face when I see my mate.
Naked in the sheets, covered in hickeys, and drop dead fucking gorgeous with her dark hair a mess around her peaceful, sleeping face. She’s resting deeply, tucked snugly against Everett’s chest as he keeps his arms around her like he’s afraid to let go of her even while unconscious.
Meanwhile, her glass-like knife-scythe-thing is in her hand. I watch as she squirms slightly in her sleep before relaxing again, a soft sound escaping her pretty lips.
Godsdamn it, she always looks so good. And last night? Fuck. I bite back a groan, trying not to linger on the fact that she wants to take two of us at the same time. My little hellion is adventurous in bed and for the fucking life of me, I can never guess what she’s going to say or do next.
This room is filled with the chill from Everett’s presence and Maven’s indescribable scent. It’s light and sweet and just as teasing as my dark queen likes to be.
Gods, I fucking love the way she smells.
It’s making me so damn hard and desperate, to the point that my skin feels like it’s prickling with need for her touch. Maybe if I pull her away from Everett and get on my knees for her and she might let me wake her up by licking her pussy. She could yank on my leash and call me her good little pet with her raspy morning voice and bite my neck and drive me fucking insane and…
Oh. Shit.
This is more than just me drooling over my keeper. That obviously happens all the fucking time—but right now, I’m nearly trembling as I broil in the sight of her ridiculously fuckable body. I want to lick and bite and fuck her so much it hurts.
It’s been months since I was in human form this long. I’m supposed to take extra-strength rut suppressants at least once a week. If I don’t track some down soon…fuck. I already have next to no control, thanks to the asshole who’s trying to erase me. Going into a rut right now is a huge hell no.
Still keeping as quiet as possible, I slip out and rummage through my old room for a sweatshirt to go with the shorts I wore to sleep. Slipping into my shoes, I pause when I see my brown suede jacket nearby. As usual, I don’t feel the cold, but it might cover my collar and leash a bit.
I don’t mind that Maven put these on me. I get why she did it—I’m still pissed my dragon fucking dropped her in Everbound Forest and was practically hunting her. Taking away my ability to shift is the wisest course of action until we figure shit out.
But I can’t help the humiliation I feel when other people see it.
Silas mentioned something about us being broadcast to the rest of the world when they were trying to burn him and Maven at the stake. I don’t remember much of that nightmare, thanks to my dragon. Still, knowing so many people, especially other shifters, saw me collared and feral like a common fucking animal…
I huff and turn to leave the room, leaving the coat.
So, the collar’s humiliating. So what?
People can think whatever they want to think about me, so long as my mate is safe and sound and in my arms.
For the next half an hour, as light starts to dawn outside, I raid one of the abandoned university stores, the healers’ area, and even my wolf shifter friend Cody’s old apartment. No rut suppressants to be found.
Irritated and cranky as hell to have to be away from my mate for this errand, I storm into the administration hallway, hoping a past instructor at Everbound might have stashed something here.
But I pause when a door creaks.
A woman with curly, blond, white-streaked hair pauses when she sees me. She’s dressed in several colorful layers and a bright pink beanie and is holding a small tray full of steaming hot chocolate as she studies me.
She smiles brightly. “Baelfire, right?”
I resist the urge to tug at my collar as I realize who this must be. “Yeah. You must be Lillian.”
Her blue eyes sparkle. “I see Maven talked about me. I’m still getting used to that.”
“Her talking about you?”
“Her talking to other people at all.” Lillian gets a far-off expression. “For years, I worried about how quiet she preferred to be. Even when she was speaking to me, it was difficult to get her to say more than a few words at a time.” She looks at me and beams again. “But look where we are now. I’m happy I finally get to officially meet you, Baelfire. Maven is fiercely protective of you, you know.”
I grin. “Yeah, I know. She’s perfect like that. Hey—want some help?”
Lillian lets me take the tray of steaming mugs, but she tips her head. “I was just going to drop off hot chocolate for your quintet before I leave for Halfton. A lot of people have been arriving in the wake of news about Maven. It’s gotten chaotic, so the Baird quintet asked me to help, but…did you come here looking for me?’
“Actually, I was—” I pause, clearing my throat. “Nah, it was nothing. Forget it.”
She raises her brows. “They told me you were the most polite of her matches. I didn’t think you would be shy, too.”
Me, shy? Ha.
The truth is, if I ran into anyone besides Maven’s oldest friend and caretaker this morning, there’s a good chance I would’ve broken their nose if they tried to talk to me. If some walking waste of time got in the way of me getting back to my sexy little miracle of a keeper, I wouldn’t have hesitated.
Lillian, though? She looked after Maven in the Nether. She’s like family to her. She seems nice and down-to-earth, so maybe…
I smile sheepishly, hoping this won’t weird her out. “Any chance you know where dragon-grade suppressants might be?”
“Dragon-grade…” She frowns slightly, and then it dawns. “Oh. Shifter suppressants. So that you don’t go into heat. Right?”
Rut, heat, same difference. I nod, lifting the tray to sip at the edge of one of the fuller mugs of homemade hot chocolate brimming with whipped cream.
That’s delicious. I want to pour it all over my naked body and beg Maven to lick it off. She could suck the whipped cream off my dick and then cover her tits in more cream and let me
Godsdamn it, I’m getting hard again. I absolutely cannot pop a boner in front of Lillian, so I try to think about anything that’ll kill the arousal. Everett. Crypt. Silas…
Damn it, this isn’t helping because they were wringing all kinds of sexy sounds out of Maven last night, too. I’ve never been much of a voyeur, but holy fucking gods, I love it when my mate is being well-pleased and sated. And with all her talk about taking two of us at once?—
Mayday, mayday. Tenting has begun.
Del Mar licking his own eyeballs. I force myself to think about that instead. Actually, thinking about any of the Immortal Quintet members and the shit they put us through is a good way to cool off.
Thankfully, Lillian hasn’t noticed my struggle to dehornify myself as she adjusts one of her scarves, rubbing her cold-
pinkened nose. “Actually, I think I do know where some might be. We did a big sweep of Everbound Castle to bundle a lot of supplies for Halfton a while ago, and…wait right here.”
I wait as she slips into one of the administrative staff rooms nearby. When she returns, it’s possible one or two of the mugs have been completely drained.
Sue me. I’m fucking starving, and I’ll take whatever I can get.
The blond human triumphantly offers me a small plastic bag full of extra-strength suppressants.
“Thank gods,” I grin, thanking her as I accept the bag.
Just to be safe, I take two of the huge-ass pills as I walk with Lillian toward my quintet’s apartment. It’ll take a few minutes for the effects to kick in, but?—
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