Unveiled: The Cursed Trilogy, Book Three by Betty Legend (i love reading .TXT) 📕

“If what you feel is an indescribable need for me, then yes, I feel it too.”

My breath is an inch away from his, my body tingling with want.

“It is indescribable how much I want to be closer emotionally and physically to you.”

Phoenix eliminates the air between us, his lips locking to mine with aggressive passion. My mouth parts and his tongue slides between my lips, pushing that need for him to a blurring, hungry desire.

Leaving my chair to go to his, I straddle his lap, my knees bent at his sides. Pushing my hips down, I grind over his growing erection, and he tugs my hips, returning thrust for thrust.

“I want you inside me.”

“The moment we do this, you know one of them will come outside.”

Raising my palm toward the door, I cast a spell. Air magic travels from my hand to the frame of the door and glimmers brightly before fading.

“They won’t be able to now.”

Phoenix grins before raising his hips, then lowering his pants. Standing, I watch his glimmering eyes as I undress. Reaching out, he takes hold of my hips and brings me back to his lap. Watching his eyes, they stay violet as I take hold of his erection and slide onto it. He closes his eyes, relishing in the feel of me. When they open, I’m relieved they’re still violet.

“I won’t feed from you, no matter how much I want to.”

Our lips collide, and I slide my hands under his shirt, caressing his chest as I raise my hips, then thrust down. The slick heat between my legs yearns for a climax, and I ride him with the desire to reach it. Squeezing my ass cheeks so hard, I know there'll be marks, he pounds me down onto him, his breath coming out in pleasured groans.

The handle of the front door jiggles, and he briefly glances at it. Once it stops, he lifts me off the chair and puts me against the porch wall. I cling to him as he fucks me ruthlessly, pounding my ass against the wood.

Erupting from our bodies, violet essence circles around us, cocooning us in magic. My moans escape into the night air as he breathes heavily, his cock deep inside me. Our lips crash together as his cock gives short, rapid thrusts while the length of him is in me.

My moan drags out, as does my orgasm. I come so hard, my head becomes dizzy. Pinching my eyes closed, I ride the wave of pleasure. When I finally open them, he has an arm against the wall, leaning his head toward me, indulging in his own pleasure.

“Do you want to feed from me?”

“So much so my gums ache.”

“Go slow.”

Angling my neck, I brush my hair off my shoulder.

Phoenix lowers his chin and places a tender kiss before his fangs pierce me. After a moment, he pulls back, takes several breaths, then drinks again. When finished, he licks my neck, the sensation causing my skin to pebble. Still holding me up, our bodies together, he caresses along my outer thigh as he gazes at me adoringly.

“I never want to hurt you again, Selene.” His head rests against mine. “I want you to be mine.”

Lifting his chin, I kiss him. “I am yours.”

CHAPTER NINE

SELENE

Cyrus and Griffin help me set out the components for the spell on the dining table. Scanning the items and the blade I’ll use to cut all our hands with, I ensure I’m prepared.

Kissing my cheek, Cyrus strokes his hand down my back.

“Ready?”

“I think so.”

The men, including the Redwood shifters, crowd around the table. With a toss of several herbs into the bowl, I use a pestle to crush the herbs and release the oils. Adding the saliva of a Pegasus descendent, the nectar of Pixies, and dry bones of a blackbird, I place my hands over the bowl, release my air magic, and cast the first part of the spell. The items melt into a thick, black liquid.

Lifting the knife, I slice my palm over the bowl and say the second part of the spell. The black liquid develops a reddish shimmer to it while swirling as if I was stirring it. Each of the men gives me their hands, and I cut carefully, only needing a little of their blood. Phoenix steps back from the group, keeping his distance from the dripping blood.

As the last hand is cut, I place my hands over the bowl, focus my thoughts and energy onto what I want—protection for all of us. Silver essence leaves my palms, disappearing into the dark burgundy potion as I say the last of the spell.

Rising from the table, the bowl spins, the liquid bubbling. Stepping back from the table, I watch in amazement. The liquid seems as though it will bubble over, but instead of pouring onto the table, the liquid spreads out like tentacles of an octopus, each aimed at our chests.

Powerful energy slams into my upper body, knocking me back a step as I absorb the thick, smoke-like magic. The transfer lasts for several moments, the energy spreading through every limb, the awareness of its movement foreign to my senses. As the last of the magic enters our bodies, the bowl thuds, landing on the table with a wobble.

“That was intense,” Bennett exclaims, his hand at his chest.

“Yeah, it was,” Griffin agrees.

Cyrus takes my hand, rubbing it. “I have no doubt it worked. Well done, gorgeous.”

Hugging him, I smile with relief. Knowing we have protection within us against evil will help me sleep better at night.

“Thank you for adding us in your spell,” Garrett gives me an appreciative smile.

“Of course, you’re family.”

“Speaking of that, I promise not to seduce you ever again.” Tone light-hearted, it matches his impish grin.

Emeric clasps a hand on Garrett’s shoulder and squeezes, the pain evident in Garrett’s grimace.

“If you know what’s good for you, you won’t.”

The guys laugh before helping me clean off the table.

“Anyone else ready for food, beer,