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

out around us like a storm cloud, a turquoise glow bleeding into a red-orange essence.

Behind me, Emeric groans with a mix of pleasure and pain. Wings tear out from his back, the tips tinged red with blood. They flap once, then stretch out into a massive span of feathers. Pulling out of me, he places one hand into my hair and turns my face to him for a passionate kiss as his wings come around to cocoon all three of us.

Leaving the shower, I walk to the closet to find fresh clothes. Griffin and Emeric are gone, and so are the messy bedsheets. They’ve left a tray with an ice-cold drink and fruit for me, sitting on top of newly placed bedsheets. These guys definitely know how to take care of a woman—in bed and out of it. The memory of our threesome is fresh on my mind, the lustful arousal hot between my legs. What we did is something I want to do again. That’s not the only thought I’m enthusiastic about. I’m looking forward to admiring Emeric’s wings and discovering the new magic coursing through me.

Wearing a yellow fitted t-shirt and blue-jean shorts, I descend the stairs in search of my guys and hear their voices in the living room. I notice Cyrus isn’t with them. I hope he wasn’t alone in another room, listening to our threesome. My stomach knots, guilt a surprising shot to my body. I do care about Cyrus. He’s been there for me several times. It might be time to get to know him better.

Going into the living room, Emeric outstretches a hand as soon as he sees me and pulls me onto his lap.

“There she is.”

“I want to see them.”

Emeric’s mouth twists up before he pats my ass for me to stand. I stare at his bare, chiseled chest, waiting for it. Magnificent wings expand out from his back, feathers of crimson red with white tips fanning out into the space. Emeric flaps them, and his dark eyes shimmer like jewels.

“They’re beautiful.”

“I have them back because of you.” Emeric pulls me to his chest, and his kiss melts my body into his. Behind his back, I stroke his feathers, and he groans into my mouth. “Keep it up, and we’ll be going for round two.”

Griffin is behind me, his hands on my shoulders, angling me to accept his rapturous kiss.

“We’re switching places for round two.”

Goosebumps rush across my arms, and arousal heats between my thighs.

“Just the thought is arousing me.”

Griffin’s breath is warm on my ear. “It is for me too.” He palms my ass and pulls me away from Emeric, taking me with him to the couch. I snuggle into his lap, his long legs bent around my hips.

Emeric folds his wings against his back and sits on the couch with us, placing my legs over his thighs.

“Where’s Cyrus?”

“He had to return to work. He’ll be back tonight,” Griffin answers.

Relief fills me that he wasn’t here, listening to the three of us take pleasure from one another.

“Do you feel any different with the fire magic unbound?” Emeric’s dark eyes are full of interest as he massages my legs.

“Not right now, but I did when we were having sex.”

“All it took was some good, hard fucking.” Emeric winks, and my cheeks warm. “How about some lessons on how to use it?”

“I’d like that, but first, I’d like to eat something. I’m starving.”

Griffin runs his hand through my hair, the touch of his hand a welcome tingle on my skin. “I’ll take care of that.”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

SELENE

Griffin’s magic is growing, it’s obvious by how easily he moves and controls objects with his essence. Our late lunch is made in a short time, the spaghetti and garlic bread teasing my nostrils with their delicious aroma. All three of us sit at the dining table together to enjoy a meal. This simple act of being together brings me a surprising amount of joy. These two men have somehow carved a space into my heart I never could’ve expected. Perhaps there is something to this prophecy of being their counterpart.

With my plate empty, I examine the tender skin on my arm. In the shower, the paste washed off, revealing four puffy red scratches.

“What did Cyrus put on my arm? I remember these being bloody gashes, and now they’re just scratches.”

“Don’t know.” Emeric shrugs before leaning over and clasping his hand around my arm to look at it. “Some kind of green goop. It did the job though. Your arm looks a hell of a lot better.”

Griffin releases his essence, clearing the plates and utensils from the table.

“A healing paste with a spell added to enhance its healing abilities.”

“I’m grateful for his help.”

“He cares for you.” With his hair pulled back in a tiny ponytail, Griffin’s ears shift ever-so-slightly as he looks at me with his sultry blue eyes.

“For fuck’s sake,” Emeric gripes. “She’ll bond with him on her own time. There’s no need to convince her. Come on, Selene. I want to show you what we can do.”

Emeric’s wings spread halfway as he exits the chair and outstretches his arm around me. Curling into his muscular, tatted arm, I glance at the ink. I’ll have to study them in more detail soon. Emeric leads me out the front door onto the beach and stands across from me. Griffin sits in the sand, sprawling his legs out as he watches us.

“We’ll need space, and the water will help if your essence gets out of control.”

“Wait. Why would it get out of control?”

“Oh, baby, our magic is passion and fire. It can get hot, and it can get dirty.” He winks, and I know he’s not talking about just our magic. I love his filthy mouth.

Griffin chuckles. “Fire magic can be wild, just like its wielder.” He gives Emeric a pointed look.

“It is what it is.” Emeric winks at me again, and his cocky smirk makes me laugh.

“Okay, what do I do?”

Emeric lifts a