Unbound: The Cursed Trilogy, Book One Betty Legend (smallest ebook reader .TXT) 📖

weave a trail farther up until he’s massaging my wet pussy lips. Lowering between my legs, he gives me another lesson, this one on the effects of slow, concentrated intensity. Gripping his hair, I stutter between begging for more and for him to make me come. I thrust my hips toward his mouth, the sensation of ecstasy rushing over me. When I come, stars burst behind my eyelids, and my head falls back as I moan and tremble.

I’m barely coming down from my climax when he wraps a hand around my back and thrusts into me. The heightened sensations take me on another climb each time he rolls his hips. My legs cling to his ass as he moves his arm, holding himself above me. With this new position, he takes me harder, his thrusts rhythmic as his cockhead hits my G-spot. Looking down, I watch him enter me over and over, his muscled chest glistening with sweat. Just as I’m thinking it, he pulls out, turns me over, and thrusts deep into my pussy, slamming my hips to his.

Gripping the couch, I squeeze the cushion as another wave of pleasure washes over me. Caressing his hand over my shoulder and onto my back, he pulls out, then sits back on the couch.

“Come here, gorgeous.”

I climb over his lap, straddling him as he sucks my nipple into his mouth. Raising my hips, a sigh of satisfaction escapes as I slide onto him, my body eager for more pleasure. Adjusting his position, he sits at the edge of the couch, his hand on my ass, pulling me toward him. My hips roll as we come together, his cock going deeper. His perfect kisses never stop tasting my body as he rocks me forward and back over him.

The mounting pleasure he’s building is a pressure far greater than before. Leaning back on the couch, he holds my hips, helping to keep me steady as I grind up and down on his thick cock. His own pleasure is written on his face as he licks his lips, his cheeks becoming flushed. Seeing the satisfaction on his face, I ride him harder, holding his shoulders.

“That’s it, gorgeous, fuck me with your perfect pussy.”

The silver essence bursts out around us, his moan coming deep from his chest as he reaches his orgasm. My body is overwhelmed with more than the rush of my orgasm. Pulsing with a formidable pressure, the silver glow escapes my body and his.

Collapsing on his chest, I’m held in his arms as he gives light, feathering kisses.

“Stay the night with me.”

We’re still together, and I don’t feel the immediate need to raise my hips and climb off him, not when he feels this warm, this safe, and this close to my heart.

“I’d love to.”

He playfully thrusts his hips up and smiles against my lips.

“You might not get much sleep.”

“It’ll be worth it. We can sleep in together.”

Those full lips tighten as he caresses a hand over my cheek and into my hair.

“I’ve never felt this strongly for someone this quickly. I care for you, Selene. I’ll do anything to protect you and make you happy.” Forehead to mine, he continues his caresses over my body, warming me with his affection.

“I don’t understand it myself, but I wouldn’t change it. You make me feel safe and wanted. I want to spend more time together.”

“So do I… so much more.”

With a long, ardent kiss, we seal our sentiments.

Climbing off, I gather my clothes and head to the bathroom to clean up. When I return to the kitchen, he’s in gray sweatpants, no shirt, and his black glasses. He’s such a hottie in glasses. Adding pasta to the over-boiled water, he winks at me.

“I have a shirt and shorts you can wear if you want.”

“That’d be great.”

As he disappears upstairs, I pour more wine. A ding comes from the counter, and I glance down at his phone. A new message has popped in from Griffin.

Phoenix is coming for her.

Nerves bundle in my belly. Who is this Phoenix? What is he? And why does he have a warning attached to him?

Cyrus returns and hands me a soft cotton t-shirt and a pair of his shorts. I go into the bathroom and change but leave behind the shorts, returning to the kitchen in just his t-shirt and my panties. He looks me over with desire flashing in his eyes.

“You’re so damn sexy. Come here.” He puts his arms around me, then lowers his hands to my ass. “These cheeks fit perfectly in my hands.”

Laughing, I kiss him before dropping my arms.

“Dinner almost ready?”

“Almost. As soon as the chicken is finished.”

“I saw Griffin’s message pop in. What kind of supernatural is Phoenix?”

“I want to tell you, but we made an agreement beforehand.” Cyrus frowns as he stirs the chicken. “We agreed we would not discuss with you what the other supernaturals are until you had met us, so you didn’t develop a bias.”

I match his frown. “I understand the point of that, but I’m worried. He seems to come with a warning.”

Cyrus side-eyes me with sympathy. “I can’t, Selene, I’m sorry.”

“Fine, I’m not upset with you, just… worried, I guess. What if I don’t like one of them? What if I don’t want to bond with them?”

Cyrus turns off the stove, the chicken nicely browned.

“I hate having to say this, but even if you don’t like the remaining two men, your magic will still be drawn to them.”

“So, I could be stuck having hate-sex.”

“Possibly.” Sighing, he runs a hand through his messy hair.

I grumble before taking another drink. Cyrus comes over and caresses my sides, soothing some of my irritation.

“Believe me, I don’t like it any more than you do. I’d like to have you all to myself, but I understand you already have feelings for Griffin and Emeric. And honestly, you make Emeric less of an angry asshole.” Cyrus shrugs his shoulder. “Which makes him less intolerable.” I laugh, and he caresses my cheek. “There’s the