Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
“Movie night,” Everett surprises us all by interrupting to suggest. “We can watch her favorite cheesy rom-com.”
“Cuddling optional but highly encouraged,” Baelfire adds, biting his lower lip and still not looking away from me.
He’s making it impossible for me to brush my arousal under the rug, and I really can’t have him alerting the others to this newfound problem.
And a romcom? Gag me with a knife.
Crypt sees my nose wrinkle and grins. “You’d much prefer a bloody, gory slasher film, wouldn’t you, my dark little darling?”
He’s one hundred percent correct.
But far more importantly, I have to find a way to ditch these four gorgeous assholes soon, and sitting in a dark room with them nearby me to watch a movie is not going to help me get rid of the fantasies still playing out in my head. No matter how I fight the curiosity about what would happen if I actually tried to touch them, it keeps popping back into my head.
Maybe you’ll enjoy their hands on you.
No. Even now, my hands start to shake, so I quickly hide them under the counter’s edge. Thinking about skin contact is a rookie mistake, and I try to shove it from my mind altogether.
“Pass,” I mutter, standing as I prepare to make my escape.
Silas studies me thoughtfully. “There’s a large cemetery nearby. We can all walk through the graveyard under the light of the full moon.”
I hesitate. Full moons and cemeteries are two things I love.
“Come on, Boo,” Baelfire urges, eyes trailing hungrily over me that belie his lighthearted voice. “That’s right up your alley. Admit it, you wanna go on a creepy midnight hike through a bunch of dead people with four monsters. Well, three monsters and a Popsicle in a tweed jacket.”
“Fuck off,” Everett rolls his eyes but glances at me. “The cemetery, then?”
Damn it. They’re starting to get a feel for my macabre delights.
I plan to shut this down, claim I’m tired, and walk away, but my attention snags on Silas as he rolls up his sleeves, cuffing them to scoop his own ice cream. The muscles in his forearms are flexing as he glances over, catching my eye. His ruby irises darken immediately as if he’s noticed a shift in the room’s energy.
Crypt tips his head, his dreamy eyes tracing over me as he slides off the counter with graceful ease, tucking his hands in his leather jacket. It again draws my attention to the intricate, swirling pattern of markings on his skin, and I suddenly want to see how much of him they cover. Some are dark like tattoos, while others are pale.
“Something you want, love?”
No. I can’t want them. Bad, bad Maven.
I’m so godsdamned horny.
“No,” I say quickly, feigning ignorance to how they’re all fixating on me now.
Even Everett’s cool blue eyes have me pinned, and I swear my body heat is slowly mounting. For the hundredth time, I internally curse the gods for matching me with men this damn gorgeous. Why couldn’t they have been homely, unhygienic, body-odor-laced perverts with unkempt facial hair? Instead, my body is being torn between my conditioned fear of touch and the bone-deep burn of attraction.
Finally, I can’t take it anymore. I have to get out of here immediately.
“I gave you a day, and I owe you nothing else. Put on a movie by yourselves if you want, but I’m done here. From now on, I want all four of you to stay the hell away from me,” I declare before turning and practically bolting from the room.
MAVEN
I need to call Melchom to update him on where to meet me for the beating heart. That will take my mind off of how fucking wet I am.
I shut the suite door behind me and blow out a breath, covering my face. But my panties are damp with neediness. It’s ridiculous that just the thought of them with me like that incites this kind of reaction from my body. It makes me squirm, huffing at the arousal that I already know I can’t get rid of by touching myself because that never fucking gets me there.
Before I can track down my phone and call the demon, Crypt appears directly in front of me. I inhale sharply and take a step back, but that’s just as the door opens, and I suddenly feel body heat at my back, though they don’t touch me.
“You and your lies,” Silas whispers in my ear. His breath against my neck, stirring strands of my hair, sends goosebumps skittering to my toes. I can smell that same hint of bourbon and spice on him. “I told you, ima sangfluir.
No more lying.”
“I am not—” I start to say, but my voice is far too breathy.
“Godsdamn, your arousal smells so fucking good, baby,” Baelfire groans as he steps into the room, inhaling deeply.
Heat flares in my neck at the gravel in his voice. I step away to distance myself from all of them, but when I turn to face them all, my gaze drops to where Silas is adjusting himself in his pants. Baelfire is tenting hard, and I quickly look away.
Oh, my gods. They’re as keyed up as I am.
This is bad. I need to get away before I fuck up. I can only resist temptation so much.
They’ll kill you. If they figure you out, they’ll kill you, I try to remind myself.
Unfortunately, the threat of death doesn’t faze my body much anymore, so it’s like white noise. When Crypt hums softly and steps forward, slowly backing me toward the bed like a tiger on the prowl, the heat starts to build low in my stomach.
“I saw you squirming with need, darling,” he rasps. “Tell me. How soaked are you?”
“Get out,” I whisper, the backs of my knees bumping against the bed.
“Why?”
Words start to slip out. “Because I don’t—I can’t want…”
Fucking gods, they’re making this impossible, all crowding closer bit by bit. Crypt is suddenly on the bed behind me, still not touching me but near enough that I can hardly breathe.
“Why can’t you want this?” Silas challenges. The ruby red of his irises won’t let me look away again, and frustration mixed with hunger makes his voice rough. “Just tell the truth. Tell me why you’ve been pushing us away. Why did you try to make us hate you?”
How did he…
Shit. It takes me only a moment for it to click. After all, he’s the one who put down the damn spells.
“You snooped and saw my list,” I grit. “You’re an asshole.”
“I’m not sorry. I will be as much of an asshole as it takes to keep you, Maven, and I need answers. If you really don’t want this quintet to work, give us your reason why.”
“I promise that whatever it is, it isn’t fucking enough to keep us away,” Baelfire adds, his eyes burning me.
All the frustration and need building in me explodes in a rush of angry words. “You guys have no fucking idea how bad it would be to be bound to me. I’m protecting you idiots.”
“From what?” Crypt demands.
I can’t tell them that. Gods, I can’t tell them anything. How dare they try to corner me like this when I can’t think straight through the cloud of arousal in my head? They’re close enough that if I try to sidestep one of them, I’ll brush against them—and if I touch any of them, I have no idea what will happen. Either I’ll climb their bones like a lioness in heat or break out in hives and have a panic attack.
“You’re our keeper.
We get to protect you,” Silas says forcefully, bracing his hands on either side of the bed railing but still not touching me. My body starts to react as if he did, though, a restless need pulsing through my muscles and my breath stuttering. “So spit it the fuck out. What’s stopping you from letting us have you?”
“I made a blood oath,” I snap.
That makes him recoil, as does Baelfire. Crypt is still behind me. And when I glance over Silas’s shoulder, a shock rolls through me when I see Everett leaning against the wall in the hallway outside the room, a frown on his face as he glares at the floor. He clearly heard me, too.
“What sort of blood oath?” Crypt asks softly.
The sort of blood oath that means I can never have a normal life. The kind that means my story is already written in stone as a tragedy—but I had to make that oath. Even if I could go back now and change that moment, watching my blood trickle down my fingertips and infuse with dark magic that took a bit of my soul with it, I wouldn’t. This mission had to happen, and I was the only one left who could do it.
New Book: Returned To Make Them Pay
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