Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
“No. I’m fucking amazing,” I finally manage to whisper. “More. I want more.”
Baelfire swears. “Gods, look at you, baby. So fucking greedy and perfect.”
Everett slowly pulls out as Crypt presses in. Then they switch, Crypt withdrawing while Everett presses so deep into me from behind that I lose my breath. For a moment, they’re just getting the hang of the rhythm—and then suddenly they have it down, and both of them are fucking me in tandem, careful and slow but relentless in their desire to claim me.
I cry out. The sensation of their cocks sliding against each other with me caught in between is overwhelming and divine. The constant stimulation of being filled and fucked and worshipped makes my chest burn as my lungs sieze from pleasure. The euphoria of release is quickly catching up to me as Crypt pinched one of my nipples again and Everett grows rougher, swearing and smacking one of my ass cheeks.
Yes, yes, yes.
I love this.
“Gods above,” Crypt swears, his thrusting getting even more brutal.
I make eye contact with him and bask in the consuming obsession I see there.
He smirks wickedly. “See where that beautiful, sinful cunt has gotten you, darling? Stretched open like the fucking goddess you are for us—just like you were always meant to be.”
Shifting my weight to one arm, I reach down with the other to slide the tips of my fingers through all the wetness gathering around his cock as it plunges in and out of me. Holding Crypt’s gaze, I circle my nipples with the moisture.
He jerks inside of me, swearing before he lifts his head to suck on my nipples, lapping at ambrosia I left on them for him.
Silas and Baelfire are at the head of the bed now, cocks already hard and aching on either side of me. I reach for Baelfire first with my free hand, and he groans, bracing one hand against the headboard as I stroke him. Silas swears as I turn my head to close my lips around his hard erection. When I turn back to Baelfire and bob on his straining need, he makes a hoarse sound.
“Gods, I love the way you suck my cock, baby. So fucking warm and perfect for me. Fuck.”
For a moment, I’m in pure heaven as my entire quintet fucks me at once. I swap between sucking Baelfire and sucking Silas, enjoying their pants and moans and the way Everett is quickly losing control behind me.
“Damn it,” he swears, desperation dripping from his voice.
“Having trouble lasting, Frost?” Crypt teases, watching my every microexpression with desire written all over his face.
“Fuck off,” Everett snaps, but I don’t miss how his cock twitches inside me.
I gasp again when my elemental leans forward, licking along my spine before blowing cool breath over it. It turns into ice immediately, sending a shock of pleasant chill through my body.
The next time I bob down on Silas, trying to take more of him, I manage to get him into my throat—and he shouts, his hips jerking as warmth spurts, flooding my mouth. The surprised, pleased moan that leaves me has Baelfire cursing and tangling a hand in my hair, desperate for me again.
“You’re gonna fucking kill us, baby,” he says raggedly when my lips close around him.
“I’m—I’m—” I struggle to talk as all the addictive sensations make my mind go blank.
“Fuck, yes,” Crypt whispers. “Come for us, darling. Show us how stunning you are when you fall apart.”
My chest starts to burn—not from pain, but from something bright and right and whole. Abruptly, I realize it’s holy magic, searing through my entire body as my pleasure comes to a sharp and sudden peak.
And then everything breaks open and clicks into place, all at once.
Pleasure hits me so hard I can’t breathe, and the rest of them are right behind me. My heart pounds, surging with power as the bond sweeps over us once again—an eternal tether pulling them tighter to me with every cry, thrust, and moan.
As each of them finishes, the heat in my chest only magnifies until I’m really damn sure my fucking chest is on fire. Magic pours through me in one great flood before I collapse on top of Crypt, shaking.
For one long moment of breathless euphoria, I just stay here and feel my my heart pounding. Finally, the heat in my chest fades and oh my gods.
It’s official. Group bonding is unparalleled.
The incomparable rush of bonding all at once has left us all a breathless, euphoric mess crowded on the bed. I’m still on top of Crypt. As his hands smooth soothingly over my back, I can feel his heart pounding in sync with mine.
It’s going to take time to get used to that.
Despite the post-coital satiated buzz lulling me, I sit up, still straddling my incubus. Five sets of eyes, including my own, immediately go to my scarred chest. Elation floods me so fast and hard that it takes my breath away for a second time.
I did it.
There they are. The emblems of my quintet, perfectly overlaid to create the same pattern as before down the center of my chest.
Gods, I missed this.
That’s met with four incredibly sexy groans at once. Crypt’s fingertips dig into my sides, his hips rocking slightly like he can’t help it, his violet gaze consuming.
Everett tests the telepathic bond next.
So have I.
Hell yes, we’re back,
Baelfire beams, sitting up to pull me off of Crypt. He cradles me, scattering little kisses all over my face and neck until I’m left laughing.
Silas sits up, too. His ruby irises trail over the length of me, lingering on my new emblems and then once again on the apex of my thighs, where I can feel them dripping from me.
“Ut ath’ann lei fhuil, la’restituas orm ais d’chal,” he says with a wicked smile.
Which means,
What a beautiful sight that welcomes me back to sanity.
Realizing he’s right and some of their loathsome curses were broken just now, my heart just…stops for a second.
Yikes. Is that normal?
I pause, trying to feel it out. “I might be dying.”
Everett bolts upright, alarm written all over his beautiful, scarred face. “What? Fuck—are you in pain? Is it your heart? What do you mean? What’s going on? Why?—“
Baelfire bursts into laughter, kissing my forehead. “Relax, I heard it happen. Her heart just skipped a beat. That happens sometimes, too, Mayflower. As much as I love watching you give Professor Popsicle an aneurysm, you’ll live.”
Silas and Crypt are equally amused, but Everett exhales, rubbing the right side of his face.
“Godsdamn it, Maven.
Context. We just got you back. Have some mercy on my nerves.”
Grinning, I maneuver out of Baelfire’s arms to kneel on the bed beside Everett, kissing him. My position puts me right beside Crypt, who takes the opportunity to cup and squeeze my bare ass, humming in approval.
“Fuck me, that’s beautiful. Are you sore, love? Or shall we continue to ravage you?”
I pull away from Everett’s kiss to look at them. All four of my matches are gazing at me with a throat-clogging amount of adoration. Even though they’re not pressuring me, it’s hard to miss the fact that they’re all getting hard again.
Part of me knows I should tell them about the blood oath I made to Arati in Paradise. I don’t remember what it was, but they still need to know.
A much more dominant part of me decides that conversation can wait. After all, the newlybound pull to my unfairly attractive quintet members is way too fucking strong to ignore right now. Even though I honestly am a bit sore, I’m more than ready to make up for some lost time with them.
“What’s a realistic amount of time we can stay in bed without the world ending?” I check, already kissing down Everett’s jaw as Crypt’s hand ventures around my leg to drag teasingly through my dripping pussy.
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