Unveiled: The Cursed Trilogy, Book Three by Betty Legend (recommended ebook reader txt) 📗

Emeric curls an arm around my waist. “I don’t think so, babe.” Enclosing me in his wings, he keeps me tight to his chest as he trails kisses along my cheek and neck. “Showing control doesn’t mean he’s fixed.”

Lifting his chin, Killian sniffs the cool evening air, his amber eyes glimmering a golden bronze.

“He’s fine. He just went in the front door.”

“Your sense of smell is amazing.”

Mouth curling, he gives me a wink. “It sure does have its advantages.”

Chuckling, Emeric caresses his hands over the curve of my hips, his fingers trailing my waistband. “Now you can relax.”

“Yeah.” Leaning into him, I stroke his feathers, and he quietly moans against my ear. With his wings wrapped around us, I reach behind me, rubbing over his growing erection. Adjusting his hold on me, his muscles tighten, then he lifts into the air, his wings carrying us over the roof of the house toward the woods.

The cool breeze grazes my skin, the sight below me a magnificent view of fall-colored leaves. I’m flown over the trees, his warm body keeping me comfortable and warm. Descending, he lowers us to the same spot Killian took me the night we met, the cliff overlooking a beautiful landscape of reds, browns, and oranges.

“You know, this is Killian’s spot,” I tease.

“It’s also the best view and has space for us to be alone.”

Turning in his arms, I place my arms around his neck. “I don’t mind having some time alone.”

Slipping his hands under my sweatshirt, he raises it. “Good, because I need you to myself for a while.” My sweatshirt falls to the ground, and he lowers me to sit on it. Lowering between my legs, he unbuttons my jeans, removing them off my hips. The cool evening air raises goosebumps on my arms, and he notices. A red-orange glow of magic bursts out around us, heat emanating from it and his body.

“I’ll keep you warm.”

With a salacious grin, he takes hold of his erection, lining up with my opening as he ignites passion between our lips. Each thrust and kiss takes me on a rising high, his firm grip leverage to push deeper.

“I love you.”

“You’re my world, Selene. Never forget that.”

The heat between us is scintillating, our bodies warm with passion and need. Head falling back, each thrust and kiss he gives draws moans from my lips, the pleasure intoxicating.

“I won’t because I feel it in my heart too.”

Fingers curled around my neck and into my hair, his other hand holds my hip, his thrusts more passionate than carnal. This is Emeric making love, breaking his soul open, and revealing what’s in his heart.

“I love you, my beautiful witch, my soul mate.”

I’m unable to answer as his fervent kiss burns with intensity on my lips. Between my legs, another fire is erupting, my orgasm radiating throughout my body. My knees clench around his hips, and he smiles against my mouth.

“I love how your body melts beneath me.”

With seductive, slow thrusts, he drags out my pleasure until he reaches his own orgasm, his face burying in my neck with a sated sigh. With our legs intertwined, he lies on his side, placing brief fiery kisses along my neck, shoulder, and chest.

“I could spend the day here with you, fucking and loving on one another.”

“I could too.”

“Except we can’t. The other guys will come looking for you, eventually.”

There’s more than just irritation in his tone.

“What’s wrong?” Leaning toward him, I caress my hand into his wild black and blond hair.

“We don’t have a place of our own.” With the warmth of his magic swirling around us, he mimics it, swirling his fingers over my side. “All I had was a small apartment above a restaurant. I left it to move into Griffin’s beach house, but that place is his. Killian has this place. Cyrus has his house. Phoenix has a couple places of his own. We don’t have a place for just us, somewhere we can go to be alone.”

My finger traces his scar, then falls to his lips. He kisses the tip of my finger, the tiny bit of pleasure fluttering in my belly.

“I can keep my apartment in the city. It can be our place. Another benefit is using it to prepare for art shows.”

“Perfect.” A spark of crimson ignites in his black eyes. “It’s where our bond began, the first place I tasted your sweet, succulent pussy.” His fingers dance over my opening, and I giggle against his lips as he kisses me. “We can also keep our motorcycles there.”

“Then it’s settled. It’s our apartment. I’ll give you a key, so you can move in anything you want and go there whenever you want.”

Stroking my face, he brings me closer to him for another heated kiss.

“Every day, I fall more in love with you.”

Kissing him back, I tug at his bottom lip.

“I’m turning you into a big softy.”

“Fuck, I know it, babe.” He swipes a finger under my chin. “But only with you.”

“That’s how I like it. I want to be the only one who gets this side of you.”

“You never have to worry about me wanting anyone else.”

My head lowers, my lip between my teeth.

“Sometimes, I do worry you or one of the other guys might want to have another girlfriend.”

“Does it make you jealous?”

“Yes, and sad. I don’t want to share any of you.”

Chuckling, Emeric runs a hand through the longer locks on the top of his head.

“That’s how we feel a lot of times. We all want you to ourselves.”

“I know. It’s selfish of me to feel that way, but I still do.”

“Selfish, maybe, but it means you love us and don’t want to lose those bonds.”

“Exactly! You always get me.”

Tracing a finger over the feathers on my wrist and forearm, he watches them brighten.

“And you get me and love me for who I am. Plus, the passion between us is fire, baby. I never want to lose it or you.”

Coming closer, I pull his attention to my