Unbound: The Cursed Trilogy, Book One by Betty Legend (kiss me liar novel english .txt) 📗

“Selene.” My name rolls off his tongue in a sensual whisper, raising the hair on my neck. “You need a shirt, baby. I don’t want all those pathetic humans drooling over my woman.”

I look down at my bra, and my face heats up. I completely forgot I didn’t have a shirt on. This guardian is too damn distracting.

Growling between my clenched teeth, I grab my shirt off the kitchen floor. When I turn around, Emeric is there to snatch it from my hands, then lifts me onto the counter and shoves himself between my legs. His lips sear mine in a ravaging kiss as calloused fingers graze my stomach, traveling up to caress my nipples. A moan slips out as he pinches them between his fingers.

“I’ll make a compromise. I’ll accept no sex today, but I want a yes to foreplay.”

“Fuck, yes.” The words leave my mouth before I can swallow them back.

“That’s what I thought.”

Emeric raises me off the counter and lays me on the table. Hooking my leggings with his fingers, he tugs them from my waist, taking my underwear with them. Lowering between my legs, the heat of his tongue has me surrendering to my need for him. I come apart on that table as he gives me orgasm after raging orgasm.

CHAPTER TEN

SELENE

This is bad. Waking up from a nap with an erect demon dick pressed against my ass cheeks, fingertips trailing across my lower abdomen, leaving behind a burning desire beneath my skin. It travels down to my center, flaring with need for him. I turn over, wanting to push him away to be spiteful, but he feels too damn good. Slender fingers massage my slick opening as his tongue teases my lips.

“I’ve never had a woman want my dick so badly but refuse it so adamantly.”

“Get used to it.”

In a flurry of moving limbs, I’m hoisted onto him, my legs straddling his jeans and his thick erection. He thrusts his hips up, and a shimmer of crimson glistens in his black eyes as a moan escapes me.

“Why do you fight what’s between us?”

“Because I heard you. I’m a sexual conquest. You don’t care about me.”

Putting a hand behind his head, he baits my desire by caressing a finger just above my clit.

“It’s true. That’s what I said, and at the time, I meant it.”

“I’m supposed to believe you don’t feel that way anymore?”

“You want to believe me, or you wouldn’t be straddling me still.”

With a huff, I shove off him, but he catches me in his arms, pulling me back onto my bed. Nimble fingers slip between my legs, thrusting into me, and my breath comes out in feverish rasps as he works my G-spot. Palming my breast, he sucks my lobe into his mouth. With his heated breath on my skin, he taunts me with his words.

“Baby, there’s no need to be afraid of how much you want me. What I wanted and what I want now are two very different things.”

“Prove it.”

Withdrawing his hand, he licks the fingers that were giving me extraordinary pleasure. That erotic gesture has my mind reeling with the memories of earlier today. I’ll never look at my table the same again.

“All right, if time together is what you want, I’m all in.” A wicked grin lifts the corner of his mouth, creasing his scar.

“How’d you get the scar?” Leaving the bed, I open my dresser drawer for a fresh pair of panties while Emeric remains on the bed, adjusting his stiff erection.

“A fight with a demon. I took a hit that normally I would have blocked, but my magic failed me.”

“I don’t understand this curse. Griffin and Cyrus haven’t told me much.”

“They’re trying to protect your fragile mind.”

“My mind isn’t fragile.”

“Good, because I won’t sweeten things for you like they will. Being the descendent of the druid witch who cursed supernaturals has made you the fundamental key to breaking the curse. You’re born of her blood, so it’s you who can end our misery.”

“What misery?”

Emeric leaves the bed, following me into the kitchen.

“Our magic is fading. It has been for decades.”

“How do I fix it?” Withdrawing a bottle of water from the fridge, I quench my heightened thirst.

“There’s a prophecy that a descendent of the druid witch can break the curse by bonding with the firstborn son of each elemental magic.”

“So, I have sex with you, and we both gain magic, just like that?” I snap my fingers and await his response.

Taking the bottle from my hand, he finishes it off.

“I wanted it to be that easy.”

“But it’s not?”

“No, you have to bond mind, body, and soul. It mates our magic. Yin and yang and all that bullshit.”

“Why does that irritate you?”

Emeric’s dark, provocative gaze rakes over my skin, giving me goosebumps.

“I don’t like having to share you with four dipshits.”

“Who are the other two?”

“Phoenix and Killian.”

“What are they?”

“You’ll find out in time.” Emeric slips an arm around my waist. “How about we go out riding?”

“You ride a motorcycle?”

“Yeah. That make me more attractive?”

It does, but I’m not telling him that. His ego is inflated enough.

“It makes you more likeable.”

With a sexy slip of his tongue, he licks across the tip of his left fang.

“You like me, baby. Don’t try to hide it.”

Damn him, he knows he’s right.

Gathering his t-shirt, he puts it on and waits by the door while I gather more clothes and my riding boots. Walking out of my apartment building into the parking area beside it, I’m not entirely surprised to find his motorcycle parked next to mine.

“You’ve been watching me, haven’t you?”

Emeric grabs his helmet off the handlebars with a smirk.

“What do you think?”

“I think you’re a sneaky bastard.”

“And I think you’re hot as hades in those tight, black pants.” He dips his head toward his bike. “How about taking a ride with me on mine?”

“Not tonight, lover boy. I ride my own.”

“All right, babe.” Emeric’s grin stretches toward his pierced ears. “I have a place in mind.”

“Where?”

“Somewhere interesting.”