Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
Everett frowns.
Why the hell are you here instead of keeping an eye out in the castle to let us know when Maven is coming, like I told you to?
Did you? I must’ve tuned that out along with most everything else you say.
Crypt—
Everett starts, frustrated.
“He’s not going to just prance around here ignoring Maven,” Silas points out. “Flighty as he is, we can always count on the fact that he’s as hopelessly transfixed by her as we are. He’ll go back.”
Obviously, Crypt agrees through the bond.
I had to scout this celebration to see if the cultists had something untoward planned for our keeper. I dislike it when others are almost as obsessed with her as I am.
Get used to it, because we’re right there with you,
I point out.
He makes no other reply, leaving us to focus on Quinn excitedly pointing out the small bonfires to Lillian. Quinn sees a cultist set grapes down on one of the feast tables and quickly drags Lillian there next. The blue-eyed human smiles and waves goodbye at us, clearly happy to spend time with the little water elemental.
The celebration is hitting its stride as we end up wandering to one of the feast tables. I try one of the meat skewers as I ignore anyone who waves at me. I’m sure plenty of people are surprised to see me back and eager to chat, but my inner dragon and I are just getting petulant the longer we go without being around Maven.
Silas and Everett look just as pouty as Silas samples the wine. When Asher Douglas shows up with a few other ex-bounty hunters, Everett tells them to quickly scout the area before joining the celebration. Douglas reassures Everett that his pet hellhound, along with a few other hellhounds belonging to the other hunters, are hanging out in these woods, so there should be no problem.
Once we’re left alone again, I try reaching out to Maven through the bond again. She still has us closed off.
So fucking stubborn.
I get that she needs space and time to talk to her friend, but godsdamn it—can’t she just chat with Kenzie while I hold my mate in my lap and never let her go?
Fucking gods above, Crypt’s voice rasps through the bond.
What? Everett demands.
The incubus doesn’t respond, but a few minutes later, I sense him nearby again. It’s pretty damn nice to not have the ever-living shit scared out of me anymore when Crypt appears.
So when the Nightmare Prince steps out of Limbo beside the meat-skewer-and-wine table we’re standing beside, I’m not surprised to see him.
But I am surprised to see how flustered he is. Like the rest of us, he’s in some variation of a suit. It’s the first time I’ve ever seen the incubus even remotely dressed up, but he quickly loosens and flings off his tie before rolling up his suit sleeves like he’s overheated.
“What’s wrong? More importantly, is Maven headed this way yet?” Everett demands impatiently.
Crypt huffs and grabs one of the many glasses, pouring wine and downing it all in one go before he scowls. “This celebration will have to be rescheduled.”
“Why?” I frown.
“Because our perfect, merciless keeper is just begging for us to fuck her into insanity for the next week straight,” Crypt rasps, scowling again when his markings light up a couple of times. “You’ve been forewarned.”
When he downs another cup of wine, Silas snorts. “Really? I can’t wait to see what you mea?—“
The fae’s voice cuts off on a choke, and I realize his attention has snagged on something at the edge of the clearing. And when I glance over to where he’s looking?—
Oh.
Holy. Fucking. Gods.
That dress. That woman.
And I thought I was feral before.
Crypt is right. There’s no fucking way we can let her out of bed if she’s showing up in public like…like…
“Oh, fuck me,” Silas whispers, subtly adjusting himself as Maven steps into the cultist party.
Vaguely, I’m aware of the cultists cheering at her arrival, along with several other Reformist attendees clapping and gazing at her in awe. Kenzie is somewhere near my keeper, talking to her, but all I can focus on is Maven.
She’s wearing white. A pure white dress with a slit in the skirt that goes nearly to her hip. Every time she takes a step, I get a mouthwatering glimpse of her toned leg and a pair of simple flats.
But the real kicker is the gown’s plunging neckline. It’s so low-cut that it dips almost to her belly button, boldly and intentionally displaying the scar down the center of her chest…and all four of our quintet emblems.
She’s showing off her killer body and our claim to her all at once.
“She’s—” Everett has to stop and try speaking again, his voice is so hoarse as he shakily turns and pours his own cup of wine. “She’s not even wearing a godsdamned bra. That dress should be fucking illegal, showing off her nipples like that—and with all these people staring at her,” he groans.
Silas loosens his own tie as he speaks in fae, his voice thick.
“Vitiosus minxe.”
I nod in a haze like I understood that, but I’m also pretty sure I’m on the verge of openly panting. Not like I can help it. I’ve never seen Maven in white before, but in contrast to her warm olive-toned skin and black hair, she’s striking as hell. I want to rip that dress off my mate, pin her to the ground, and fuck her right on the forest ground to punish her for looking so damn good.
When Maven looks over and sees how much she’s torturing us, her lips curve up.
“Gods above, that’s it,” Crypt grits, more worked up as he shoves off his suit coat, his hungry gaze following her as she walks toward us. “I’ll take her back to the quintet apartment through Limbo. The rest of you wankers can either meet us there or go fuck yourselves—I really don’t care.”
Maven must overhear the end of his frustration as she approaches, because she responds through the quintet bond. Whatever she says, it goes right over my head because I’m way too distracted watching the sway of her sexy, biteable hips as she walks. The silky white fabric clings to her, showing off her graceful movements so well that it’s hard to swallow.
“Of course, we know you want to stay,” Silas growls in reply to whatever she said, moving closer to toy with the ends of Maven’s curled hair. “You enjoy torturing us like this. It’s too cruel, sangfluir. Even your small army of ghosts agrees with me.”
He gestures at nothing off to the side of the clearing. If I didn’t know Maven could see the spirits too, I’d assume Silas was sinking back into insanity.
Our keeper grins. “Thirty minutes, and we’ll leave.”
“Five,” Everett snaps, his eyes trailing over her again. “That’s more than enough time for people here to gawk at you. They’re lucky I don’t freeze them all here in nevermelt as an eternal reminder that no one outside our quintet should see you looking so—so?—“
When he can’t find the right words, he swears and drinks the rest of his wine.
“Fifteen minutes,” Maven decides, grinning when Crypt can’t stop himself from reaching out to trace his emblem on the center of her chest.
“Very well,” the incubus says in a much softer, far more dangerous tone than his recently flustered one. He smiles darkly at her. “Enjoy those fifteen minutes, darling. Because after that, you’ll be weeping with arousal and pleading for mercy as four monsters wring every single ounce of pleasure from your teasing little cunt for as long as we like.”
Yes to everything he just said.
Our keeper grins and leans closer to stage-whisper beside his ear, just loud enough that we can all hear her. “Promise?”
He swears. Silas mutters something in fae. I’m pretty sure Everett is now seriously considering freezing everyone here just so we can get our keeper alone sooner.
“Fourteen fucking minutes left, Raincloud,” I warn her, having to turn away from everyone else in the celebration so they won’t see the raging hard-on torturing me.
“Maven Oakley!” someone calls.
It’s Orlando Coates, the cult leader. He quickly hurries to Maven before dropping to his knees in a low bow.
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