Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
My heart pounds as I twist my grip in the back of her dress tighter, need for her making my cock hard as fucking steel in my suit pants.
“You enjoying this, baby? Tell me, how wet does it make your panties knowing you’re torturing us?”
“Hard to tell when I’m not wearing any.”
Fuck. Me.
Knowing I could lift up her fluttering skirt and find her pussy bare and ready makes me groan. Silas looks equally tortured from where he stands behind her. His hand slips up to tangle in the back of her hair until we’re both gripping our cruel little caster to keep her in place.
When he tugs on the dark hair at the nape of her neck, Maven’s eyes grow slightly hooded as she gazes up at me. I catch a hint of her addictive, delicate scent and wrap my other hand in the top layers of her skirt, swallowing tightly as the needy tension hums between us.
Gods, I want her. I want to get her alone, rip this damn dress off of her, and see how she punishes me for it.
“No panties, huh? Sounds like you want my tongue between your pretty thighs instead. Say the word, and we’ll show you just how fucking real this has always been, Mayflower. No bets or games.”
She blinks. “Mayflower?”
“You said Boo is out,” I shrug. “Had to find another one.”
“And comparing me to a delicate little flower was your second choice?” She shakes her head as much as Silas allows her to. “I said no more nicknames.”
Silas presses his lips against her hair. “Let us apologize to you the way I know you’re craving, sangfluir. You’ve resisted long enough. Admit that you want this, and stop fighting us.”
His quiet words break her out of this intoxicating moment. She moves away to glare at all three of us since Everett is lingering. If looks could kill, we’d all drop dead at Maven’s feet.
“I’ll make this crystal clear. I’m temporarily playing along as your keeper because I have limited options. This is only an act for me, just like it was an act for you four to see who could fuck me the fastest. Consider this an allegiance of convenience because I want nothing to do with any of you. Now leave me alone. There’s someone I need to track down.”
Our keeper storms away, leaving me reeling and my inner dragon snarling in rebellion at her words. The last thing I want is for her to track down that fucking incubus and try to join his orgy.
Silas murmurs, “That was a lie. When she said she wanted nothing to do with us, she was lying.”
“How do you know?”
He smirks. “Maven has a tell that I just figured out. Come on.”
All three of us weave through the mass of dancing, talking legacies as we follow after her. I ignore the stares following us. My entire life, I’ve been paraded around as the miracle golden child of the last line of dragon shifters, so I’m used to drawing attention.
But my teeth clench when Iker Del Mar suddenly steps in front of me, stopping me from following after Silas.
Damn it. This won’t be good.
“I’ve always wanted to meet Brigid Decimus’s youngest son,” he rumbles.
I dip my head respectfully, slipping on a charming smile even though I’m well the fuck aware that the Immortal Quintet can’t stand my mother. Actually, as revered as my family is for how useful we are at the Divide, we Decimuses get into a shitload of trouble with the Immortal Quintet and Legacy Council all the time. It’s because they like to keep such careful control of everything, manipulating the other high-profile legacy families by pulling on their strings, but we dragons are stubborn as hell.
My mom’s always said that she’d rather we all be dead than blindly obedient.
All four of my older siblings have warned me that if I ever meet any of the Immortal Quintet, they’ll automatically try to establish dominance over me because they love the idea of finally getting a Decimus to roll over and show its belly.
Not fucking happening.
“It’s an honor to meet you, sir,” I lie. “But if you’ll excuse me, I really need to catch up with?—“
“Not so fast,” he cautions.
This monster gives me the heebie-jeebies. His pupils are like pinpricks in the pale yellow of his irises, and the horns and scales don’t help him look any better. My inner dragon tenses, snarling as the hydra sizes us up.
Even though I’d love to flip him off and race after Maven, I stay polite. “Something I can help with?”
His smile is without warmth, showing off his pointed teeth. “More like something
I can help you with. A gracious warning, if you will. Know that any students found stepping out of line will be severely punished. Pedigree and family pride will not excuse them. Dragons are only valuable assets if they can heed direction. Remember that.”
Okay then. This fucker just threatened me and insulted my family all at once.
I bare all my teeth with my next smile. “Noted.”
Then I turn my back on him and stalk toward the edge of the ballroom, keeping my eye out for Silas or Maven. When I catch a whiff of coppery burnt herbs that is unmistakably Silas and not some other blood fae, I follow his scent out of the Matched Ball completely, into one of the empty grand hallways.
A moment later, I turn into another dim corridor and find Everett standing with his arms folded and a scowl on his face, watching Maven and Silas in the middle of a heated argument. They would be nose to nose if it weren’t for the fact that Silas is almost a foot taller than her.
“Then ask,” Silas snaps in reply to whatever she said before I walked in. “Fucking ask me if it was all a show, Maven. You know I can’t lie.”
As I approach, her gaze darts to me, but she shakes her head stubbornly.
“I don’t care if it was a lie. This isn’t just about the bet. I already told you back in Pennsylvania?—“
“What, that you’re trying to protect us?” I growl, recalling her confession about her blood oath and claiming that she was rejecting us to keep us safe. “I want you, Maven, not your motherfucking protection. I’m a grown-ass dragon, and I can handle myself. So what if the anti-legacy movement says we shouldn’t be together? If that’s all you’re worried about?—“
She cuts me off with a harsh scoff. “
All I’m worried about? You think the anti-legacy movement is the worst thing out there? Not even fucking close.”
“Then enlighten us,” Silas hisses angrily, pressing forward. The closer he gets, the more Maven looks torn between backing away and holding her ground. “What exactly is keeping you from accepting that we want you? Why are you fighting this so hard? What is the big, terrible secret that you think we can’t handle? Tell the godsdamned truth.”
Maven’s temper flares as she looks between all of us. “Fine. You want to know why I’m fighting this so hard? It’s not because of your juvenile bet. That hurt like hell, yet for reasons only the assholes in Paradise understand, I still want you—all of you. But I’m literally a fucking dead end for you four idiots, so get it through your thick heads that I just can’t.”
She wants us.
She wants me.
Now that I know that, I’m not holding back. Fierce determination sets in.
“Yes, you can,” I growl, moving closer to her. “You want us, baby? We’re already yours. Our hearts will be bound to yours, and it’s that fucking simple.”
Helpless anger colors her voice. She shakes her head like she’s at the end of her rope and is desperate to make us see what the problem is.
“This is not simple.
You’re not getting it. We can’t be bound, and I can’t break your fucking curses because I don’t have?—“
Abruptly, she cuts off with a pained gasp, her hands flying to her chest. Terror has me forgetting all about the no-touching rule, and I immediately pull her against my chest when her knees collapse and her face twists in pain.
My mate.
In pain.
I go into full panic mode.
“Maven? Fuck, what’s happening, baby—is it the poison? Is it back?” I ask, my hands going to cover hers where she’s clawing at her torso.
Her eyes are squeezed tight. “Gods. Not right now.
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