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

He places both hands on the island counter and watches me with intense, lust-filled hazel eyes as I lower and pull his stretched cock from his briefs. The moment my mouth touches his head and starts sucking, he moans in satisfaction. His fists grip the counter harder, creaking the wood as he thrusts his hips in sync with my sucking.

“You feel amazing.”

Is it possible to enjoy sucking a man off this much? The way he’s moaning and thrusting into my mouth has me wet with need for him. I reach between my legs to satisfy the ache there, and Cyrus’s eyes glow bright with silver.

Cyrus bites his bottom lip as he watches me. It’s sexy, his gaze potent with desire. Stroking my cheek, he begins to pull out, but I keep hold of him, sucking harder. With one hand gripping the counter and the other in my hair, he moans through his orgasm. Muscles flexed, I have a great view of his sculpted body. He looks damn good in stylish, dressy clothes, but he looks even better without them.

When I stand, he seems unsure what to do, shock rendering him speechless. Coming closer, I put my arms around his shoulders and kiss him until his hands are back on me, caressing me.

“Now stop being so jealous of Emeric and Griffin.”

Pink flushes his cheeks. “It was frustrating seeing you bond with them and not me.”

“We need to spend more time together.”

“That’s what I want, time with you.”

“Considering you’re going to be my teacher, we’ll be spending a lot of time together.” I wink, and his full lips spread wide, the silver in his eyes glimmering brighter. My hand rubs his facial scruff and down along his neck, to his chest.

“Why are you so damn soft? I can’t stop touching you.”

“Probably the body wash and shampoo I use. I’ll definitely keep using it if you like it this much.”

“I do. I want to lay you on the bed, so I can touch and lick all over your body.”

Cyrus laughs, a sweet sound I want to hear again and again.

“I’d let you.”

“You’re a sweet man, aren’t you?”

“I am.” He puts his forehead to mine. “I’m the kind of man who will always care for you and be there for you.”

“I believe you.”

Cyrus presses his lips to mine, and my stomach flutters with butterflies. His kiss is smooth, sensual, full of emotion.

“I like kissing you.”

“I like kissing you, too. I’ve wanted to kiss you since the moment I saw you.”

Little does he know, so did I.

“What do you think of the prophecy and us being counterparts?”

Cyrus doesn’t let go, holding me in his arms as his thumb caresses my lower back.

“I’m going to struggle with sharing you, but I’ll have to deal with it because I want you. I’m drawn to you. I’ve never felt a pull so strong to someone.”

Kissing me, his hand strokes my cheek and continues into my hair. His touch is comforting… more than comforting—a fine line between comfort and arousal.

“Do you feel a pull to me?”

“Yes.”

“Then I’m not going to hold back anymore.”

“Don’t.”

My eyes close as his lips cover mine, his tongue tasting me, ravaging me as he pushes me against the island. Unbuttoning my shorts, he slides his hand down and massages my clit. My breath escapes at the slow precision of his strokes. Slowly, confidently, he slides two fingers into me, working the soft, sensitive flesh. With the pleasure of his touch working me into a needy frenzy, I thrust my hips toward the palm of his hand.

“Cyrus, don’t stop.”

He responds, quickening his pace and applying more pressure. My hand wraps around his hard cock, stroking him as he strokes me.

“The way you feel, you’re going to drive me mad with want.”

“How much do you want me now?”

“I’m aching to feel your pussy around my cock.”

So, the sweet professor has a naughty mouth. I like it. I also like where his mind is going. Switching his fingers, he fills my pussy with two fingers and works my tight hole with a third. When I moan with pleasure, he smiles against my mouth.

“You’re even more beautiful when aroused.”

“Stop teasing me.”

Cyrus grins, then slips the finger in me. He thrusts several times, and I grip his shoulders as I come. With me sated, he focuses on my hand around his cock. His hips rock back and forth, adding to the friction of my strokes.

Pulling out of my hand, he reaches down for his torn shirt and comes on it. I watch him pump his cock, the cum seeping out of the tip, and the pleasure on his face. The man is incredibly sexy at the peak of his arousal. He tosses the messy shirt away and lifts me onto the counter, putting himself between my legs.

“I’ve already learned a lot in the time we’ve been in here.”

“Yeah? What have you learned?” I put my arms around his neck, and he holds me at my hips.

“That I’m going to have a hard time focusing on anything else when you’re around.”

“Am I a bad distraction?”

“You’re the best kind of distraction.”

Those sweet words fill me with joy. I kiss him, my swollen lips never tiring of his soft ones.

“We should probably do some actual work while we’re in here.”

“There are some defense spells I want to teach you.”

“All right, let’s get started, handsome.” Cyrus helps me down from the counter, and we look around at the mess. I look at him, and we laugh. “After we clean up.”

Two hours of reading, casting, mixing, and spelling, and I’m exhausted. Cyrus puts a hand around my back as we walk out of the magic room and turns the light out behind us. No one is downstairs, so we climb the stairs to Griffin’s rooftop bedroom. Griffin is propped up on pillows in his boxers, reading a book. A shadowy winged man blocks out the moonlight as he descends from the sky.

Feet on the ground, Emeric walks over to the table and