Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
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Not making another sound is impossible, so I bite my fist, ignoring the taste of my blood.
I’ve never fought an orgasm this hard before, but I almost choke on the next wave of unbearable pleasure when she swallows around me again, massaging my cock in simultaneously the best and worst way possible. My balls ache, so full they hurt. I’m pretty damn sure I’m still leaking precum. Moisture trickles over my temples as I squeeze my eyes shut, so fucking desperate to be good for my mate.
She’s edging me until I fucking cry, and I still can’t stop begging for more. My mate hums around me, pleased with the mess she’s turned me into.
But oh my gods, that humming. It makes it all worse until I can barely manage to choke out, “Please. Please. Godsdamn it, fuck—please can I?—“
“Such a perfect, greedy mate. Come for me,” Maven whispers, stroking my cock hard as she gently squeezes my balls again.
I explode.
The release takes me so hard and fast that I shout in both agony and relief, pleasure searing me as I come like I’ve never orgasmed a day in my life. The entire time, Maven strokes me the way she knows I like, until I’m left mindless and panting, staring up at the ceiling as my head spins.
“Fuck. Just…holy fuck,” I moan, words slurring.
Maven tugs lightly on my leash, just enough to get my attention as she adjusts, moving higher up on the bed. “Need another minute, or is it my turn?”
“Your turn,” I say immediately, my mouth already watering as I realize what she has in mind.
Soon, her thighs are on either side of my head as her pussy presses against my mouth. The scent of her arousal envelops me as I lap at her entrance. She’s so damn soaked—and I love the way she tastes, almost as much as I love my mate dominating me in bed.
When she tugs on my leash insistently this time, it’s positioned beneath my chin so she’s tipping my head back, forcing my mouth tighter against her pussy. I groan raggedly against her, adoring every second of this.
She makes a breathless, needy sound above me, sending another rush of arousal crashing through me. I lap and suck and nip, focusing on her clit when she starts to grind against my face.
“Baelfire,” she gasps, her thighs clenching around my head.
Fuck it. I can’t stand not touching her anymore. My hands immediately go to spread her thighs as wide as possible so she’ll put her full weight on me. I suck on her clit again, living for every one of Maven’s small sounds of pleasure as she builds toward her release.
She finally cries out, her pussy convulsing slightly, and I groan as more of her divine arousal drips for me to lap up.
“Tastes so good,” I moan against her. “My mate comes so fucking pretty. Godsdamn, hellion.”
My mate is right. I am greedy, and I’m still craving more when she tries to move off my face. Gripping her ass, I keep her there for another moment to finish my dessert while she swears and moans, fingers tangling in my hair.
Finally, she grips one of my wrists as a quiet plea to let her go. With a contented sigh, I do, and Maven adjusts to lay beside me on the bed.
As I slowly come down from the potent high, Maven leans into my neck and teasingly bites my old mating mark. She licks it gently, almost like a shifter might do to soothe their mate as her arm goes around me.
Fuck, I’m so in love with her.
But Maven’s touch isn’t just calming me down after all that intensity—it’s stronger than that. I don’t think she’s even aware, but she’s emanating peace. Contentment. She’s using her abilities to soothe me without even realizing it, and it’s heavenly.
“I love it when you bite me,” I murmur happily.
Maven pulls back to smile at me. I’m one thousand percent sure she has no idea her smiles sweep me off my feet every single time.
“I love teasing such a sexy mate.”
Sexy mate.
I melt at the extra dose of praise, turning and pressing my face to her neck to deeply inhale her scent again. I’m so fucking addicted. Once all this fighting and shit is over, I can’t wait to hold her and love her for hours on end with no more interruptions.
As I’m still basking in the afterglow, Maven gently reaches up and unclasps the collar around my neck. It slips off easily for her to toss onto the nightstand.
I can’t help but sigh wistfully. “It’ll be nice having that off, but still…”
Maven laughs. “Come on, let’s get dressed. They’ll be here soon. I’ll get you a better collar later, for whenever it’s just us.”
It’s official. I’m the luckiest dragon in the entire fucking universe.
Thirty minutes later, I’m trying not to look nervous as my entire quintet waits in the western library for my family to walk in. And when the doors finally open, I’m not surprised that my mother is the first one to storm through them, scanning the room with her remaining eye like a woman on a mission until she spots me.
At once, she’s crashing into me with shifter speed, wrapping her arms around me, and?—
Gods, why was I dreading this?
I hug my mom back tightly, letting out a shuddering breath and praying my voice doesn’t crack as all kinds of emotions crash over me. “Hey, Mom.”
“Baelfire Finbar Decimus,” she sniffs, pulling back to glare at me. There’s no real heat to it. In fact, her eye is teared up. “How dare—you can’t just—Decimuses don’t?—“
It’s the first time in my life I’ve ever seen my strong, decisive, militant mother struggling so much with her own emotions. My lion shifter birth father, Oscar, is the next to blur to my side, wrapping both of us in his big hug, which cuts her off.
“Thank all six gods. We were so worried about you, son,” he breathes.
“Bael!” Declan calls with a giant grin as he strolls into the library. Cace is right behind him, along with several members of their quintets and the rest of my parents. I’m suddenly swarmed with nearly two dozen grinning, overly emotional Decimuses, all hugging me and welcoming me back.
Even Quinn is here, beaming as she runs up to hug my leg. She’s tiny for a seven-year-old, but her volume more than makes up for her height.
“Uncle Baelfire! You’re not a big meanie dragon setting Grandma’s house on fire anymore!”
I look at my mom. “Shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to?—“
“Of course, you didn’t. The house is mostly fine and none of us would give two shits if it wasn’t, anyway. What’s important is that you’re still—” My mom cuts off with a sniff, trying and failing to compose herself. “You know that I just care about my baby. Even when he scares the hell out of me and makes me lose sleep for months and then doesn’t find a way to reach out and reassure me after his curse is broken and he’s finally back in his own head,” she adds pointedly.
She’s right. I should have thought about reassuring my family, but—damn, everything’s just been happening so fast. Besides, I can tell she’s not actually upset about it. My mom’s good at understanding circumstances.
“Sorry,” I say anyway, before adding, “For everything.”
Declan throws an arm around my shoulders. “Wasn’t your fault, little bro.”
My mother wipes her eye before clearing her throat, trying to compose herself. “Thank all six gods that you have such a strong quintet. I can’t even tell you how often Everett’s aid answered my prayers, or how many times Crypt took care of the hunters before we could get there in time.”
Crypt was looking out for me while I was feral? I didn’t know that. I glance over at my quintet standing nearby, where the incubus is listening to Quinn as she chatters happily at him.
You were checking in on me? I ask only Crypt through the bond.
No.
Kinda seems like you were.
He looks at me like I’m a giant wart.
Don’t flatter yourself into thinking I was even capable of concern for your idiotic hide over the last six months. I was numb. Whenever I grew bored between targets, hunters were merely an entertainment for me to kill off.
It’s hard not to snort out loud.
Uh-huh. Sure. So it had nothing to do with protecting my scaly ass.
Get over yourself, lizard.
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