Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
“Our demigoddess, you came!”
No, but she will be coming, I scowl through the bond.
Again and again, thanks to me.
Silas hums.
Just two orgasms? Or was that three? Either way, I’ll give her far more.
Just not as many as I will, Everett chips in, beginning to pace with impatient arousal.
Another bet, then, Crypt suggests as his eyes remain pinned on our keeper.
This one has no deadline or prize aside from proving who can worship our girl the best.
I’m in, I say almost at the same time as the others.
Despite our telepathic thirsting over her, Maven’s face stays perfectly blank as the cult leader beams at her.
“So many of our guests here tonight are just dying to meet you,” Coates says.
“Literally?” she checks, looking around for another giant wooden stake.
He laughs like that’s a funny joke and not a reminder of the extreme lengths he was ready to go to just to see her. “No, no—they merely wish to be graced with the honor of meeting you individually.”
Fuck, no, Everett says immediately, glaring out over the sea of people here.
That will take longer than the twelve minutes and forty-two seconds you have left, and I need to be in you now.
Maven smirks and waves coyly at the ice elemental before following the cult leader to the first group of people he wants to introduce her to. Crypt follows her, and Silas is right behind him.
“She’s so fucking mean,” I sigh.
Everett agrees, grumbling, “It’s annoying how damn sexy that is.”
I nod and then examine him. “So what, you’re a masochist and a voyeur?”
“You know, I didn’t freeze Silas because I worried what it might do to his brain in the long run.” He looks me over. “You? Wouldn’t even hesitate. Hell, you might even come out smarter. Maybe then you’d mind some boundaries.”
Dick.
Our attention is drawn away when Coates guides Maven back to the table full of food.
“Please, eat,” he invites with excitement. “We made these meat sticks just for you.”
“Thanks, but no,” she mutters, eyeing the sauce-drenched meat.
“The only meat stick she likes is mine,” I inform him seriously.
Everett chokes. Maven barely holds in a laugh, amusement sparkling in her dark eyes. And seeing her right in front of me again, with all that beautiful bare skin and her scent and my biting mark and emblem so proudly on display…
Damn it. I’m hard again.
How much longer until we can pounce on Maven?
I ask only Everett.
Can’t remember. Whatever it is, it’s too fucking long, he scowls through the bond.
I’m not sure if he even knows how hard he’s checking her out, but it’s not like I’m any better.
Nearby, I hear a raven croak and realize a few of the glossy black birds have fluttered over here from the temple to carefully watch over the daughter of the reaper goddess. I’ve always thought ravens were ominous little featherballs, but knowing that Maven can influence them makes me wonder if they’re here because she called them or if they’re just…here.
Six minutes, Crypt warns Maven.
I don’t see him anywhere in the party when I do a quick scan, so he must be in Limbo. Silas is standing on the opposite side of the party now, drinking another cup of wine as he watches Orlando Coates lead Maven back to the center of the party.
I’m just as transfixed by my mate’s every move until Coates calls out, “And now, we will present the goddess with her gift! As in times of old, we hereby gift this temple to the demigoddess in our midst. Daughter of the Reaper, please enter and inspect the temple we have built and dedicated in your honor. We shall not leave this place, nor shall we stop feasting and celebrating your presence in this world until you tell us we have won your favor!”
I’m not sure if he’s pulling all of this out of his ass or if he really did study a shit-ton of history books about how past demigods and demigoddesses were treated. Either way, everyone claps and whistles. Even the shy Nether humans look happy for her.
Maven thanks Coates and turns to saunter toward the temple, but her beckoning voice echoes through the quintet bond to the rest of us.
Well? Come on. This temple isn’t going to defile itself.
EVERETT
My heart pounds as I follow the woman I love into the temple built for her.
She’s been teasing us. Tormenting us.
I need her so fucking badly, it hurts. I can’t tear my eyes off of the sway of her ass as she walks in front of me.
The echo of distant celebration still hums beyond the stone, but here in the temple, it’s all pristine stone floors and wooden pews with flickering candles left out to light the space dimly. It’s a small temple, but definitely nice enough for a god, let alone a demigoddess?—
I stop when I see the altar at the end of the pews.
It’s a big altar.
Big enough for me to start fantasizing like the fucking blasphemous sinner I am. But is it really blasphemy if I want to worship the new owner of this temple on her own altar?
I may never be worthy of her, but I’d still adore her anywhere, anytime if she would only let me—but especially here.
As if Maven can read my mind, she doesn’t stop until she’s turned and perched on the altar, facing her quintet as we enter. She looks absolutely fucking irresistible in that dress, and I’m pretty sure she knows it because she smiles wickedly and leans back, parting her thighs so the slit of her dress opens.
It shows us she’s not wearing panties.
Oh, my gods. She was out there walking around, meeting all those fucking Reformists without wearing a bra or panties?
My palm itches. I want to smack her ass so bad to remind her that nobody outside our quintet gets to see her without a stitch of underwear on—but when she arches a brow and speaks with a voice like velvet, I’m helpless.
“Kneel,” she says simply, spreading herself further.
The four of us drop like worshippers, obedient and ravenous. So are the others. Crypt is smiling at her, Baelfire looks like he’s about to start drooling, and Silas’s stare is so damn intense, I’m surprised Maven’s face hasn’t burst into flame.
My eyes drag over my keeper—all that bare, beautiful skin glowing in the candlelight, her black hair falling in curls, her dark gaze trained on us. When her fingers slide down her belly, teasing lower and lower, my mouth waters.
Baelfire swears hoarsely when Maven’s fingers finally slip through her pussy, teasing us as she closes her eyes and exhales sharply. My entire world seems to narrow on the way her body is responding so fucking beautifully—to us—and finally, I move forward and lean in.
I don’t ask. I just devour.
Maven gasps when my eager tongue drags through the wet perfection between her thighs. Her taste explodes across my tongue, subtle and heady at once. I groan against her, gripping her thighs and spreading them wider until my tongue can trace tight circles on her clit.
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