Unbound: The Cursed Trilogy, Book One by Betty Legend (small books to read .txt) 📕

the column of my neck, which leads to sensual kisses. Goosebumps rush along my arm, but I don’t feel the warm tingling of his touch, I feel heat—powerful, magnetic heat.

As my mind rattles with confusion, Griffin turns me to face him, snaking his hands up my shirt. Calloused thumbs press to my nipples, flicking over them back and forth. Between my legs is a raging intensity of desire. My hands reach for Griffin’s shorts in a frenzy, my tongue lashing between his lips, wanting to taste him, claim him.

His hands lift my shirt over my head, but before I can take another breath, his lips are on mine. He sears my lips with his, the power in his movements precise, hungry, angry with lust. The desire between my legs is scorching as I lift his shirt and caress my fingers over the muscles of his chest to his abs, then stroke his length in my hand with fierce want.

Fingers delve into my shorts and find my wet center. Two fingers in and he has me grinding against the palm of his hand.

“I want you.”

My hands hang onto his shoulders as he finger fucks me, my body writhing against him for it harder.

“Make me come.”

“I will, baby, then I’m going to fuck you into ecstasy.”

My mind unclouds—those words… no essence. An alarm goes off in my mind.

This isn’t Griffin!

Shoving him back, I unleash my magic, the turquoise glow fanning out around him, holding him in place.

“Who are you? What are you?”

There’s a flicker in his face, a twitch of something he can no longer hold. My magic is fighting against it, willing him to change. The magic disguise fades, and standing in front of me, shirtless and sporting an erection, is the supernatural I saw in Griffin’s living room—Emeric.

Bastard.

Releasing the magic, I slap my hand across his face.

“Get the fuck out!”

Emeric’s onyx eyes drink me in, a smirk tilting his lips into the cheek with a ragged scar. Even with the scar, the prick is sexy… seductively sexy.

“So, the little witch has learned to do some magic.” Emeric uses the counter as leverage and hops onto it, clearly with no intent to leave.

“What are you?”

“Mmm.” His eyes roll up like he’s pretending to think hard on it. “I’m a guardian.”

“Of what?”

“The underworld.”

My back hits the table behind me, my eyes widening. The pressure of my magic bleeds into my hands.

“Why are you here?”

“Why do you think? You’re my yin, I’m your yang, blah, blah, blah. We fuck, we both gain magic. This stupid ass curse breaks. Is that clear enough for you, pretty witch?”

“No! And I’m not having sex with you. You’re an asshole. You tried to trick me into fucking you.”

“Baby, what you felt was real. I just looked different.”

My eyes scan his hard chest and the black ink that dapples his muscles. Why the hell does he have to be so hot?

“You wanted to ride my dick hard, and had I kept my mouth shut, we’d both be enjoying multiple orgasms.” He grins, flashing tiny fangs among his straight white teeth.

Why is it so tantalizing to think about those little fangs scraping across my nipples? Heat flushes my cheeks, and that smirk twists up his mouth.

“You’re thinking about us fucking. That’s good. Maybe we can get back to where we were.”

“No, we won’t be. You are going to leave.”

Emeric brings his hand to his mouth and fakes a yawn.

“Don’t bore me with your banter, pretty witch. I’m not leaving. I like your place, and you interest me, so I think I’ll stay awhile.” Emeric hops down from the counter, and my magic flares up in my hands. Laughing, he snaps his jaw at me.

“Settle down, witch. I’m not going to hurt you… unless you beg for it, of course.”

“You’re a demon, aren’t you?”

Emeric opens my cabinets and helps himself to a cup, then gathers the liquor bottle off the counter and pours himself a drink.

“Of sorts. I’m not out to kill supernaturals if that’s what you’re thinking.” Shrugging, he changes his mind about the cup and drinks directly from the bottle, gulping several times.

“If you’re a guardian, is your job to keep demons in the underworld?”

“Bingo.” He points a finger at me and winks. “You’re a smart witch. Only problem is, my magic has been weakening for years. It’s hard to keep demons down under when their magic is stronger than yours.”

A few more gulps and he tosses the empty bottle into my sink, and it clanks until it stops moving. Slapping his hands together, he looks around my apartment with interest.

“What do you have in here that’s fun? Any vibrators, handcuffs, ropes?”

“Seriously, devil boy, that’s not how you get a woman into bed.”

“It’s worked before.” Emeric shrugs as he walks around to my painting and stops. His black eyes squint at the painting as his chin rests in his silver-jeweled hand. “This is good. Hell, it’s not good, it’s bewitching, just like you.” Emeric’s eyes pass over me, and his mouth curls, one bitty fang revealed. “Joking aside, you are one hot vixen, and the same magic that runs through me runs through you. It leaves me wondering how intense it will be when we fuck.”

My fingers split through my hair, and I release an exasperated sigh. “You’re incorrigible.”

“Completely, baby, and I won’t give up until my dick is where it belongs.” He gestures toward me. “In that sweet pussy.”

“How do you know it’s sweet? I could be horrible in bed, and my pussy could smell rancid.”

My arms cross, and he laughs.

“I already smelled your scent on Griffin. I’m ready to bury my face in it. I won’t come up for air until you’re crying out my name.”

Shit, this guardian is a champ at verbal war, and he’s probably a devil in bed. Why am I thinking about it? It’s. Not. Happening.

“You know what. Be my guest.” I wave my hand. “Hang around in my apartment all you want. I’m leaving.” I walk to the door and grab