Unleashed
THE CURSED TRILOGY, BOOK TWO
Betty Legend
Contents
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
About the Author
UNLEASHED
Published by Betty Legend
Copyright © 2021 by Betty Legend
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SYNOPSIS
They were right. The stronger our bonds grow; the closer evil gets.
I’ve fallen for a charming Fae, protective Warlock, and a tempting Demon, all with sculpted bodies made for sin.
Our bonds are only the beginning.
To break the curse that obstructs all magic, I’m meant to connect – heart, body, and soul – with a brooding vampire who refuses to accept our destiny.
The vampire’s internal struggle leads him into a deadly snare, a trap meant to lure me.
Despite Phoenix’s arrogance and our terrible first encounter, there’s a deeper connection I can’t deny. A craving neither of us can resist.
Saving him is the only option, but am I walking all of us into a fatal mistake?
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CHAPTER ONE
SELENE
Three weeks of sex and magic with your supernatural boyfriends really does a woman good. It’s done the same for my art. The guys moved things around and converted half of Griffin’s bedroom into my painting studio, and on the other half, they made room for a giant bed. It took them a week to build the new, ten-foot bedframe and several hours to portal in and set up the base and mattress. I didn’t know ten-foot mattresses were a thing, but apparently, they are. I’m grateful because I love having all three of them sleep with me. When any of us wanted alone time, we used one of the other bedrooms they moved their belongings into.
Stepping back from my newest painting, I admire the completed work. Each painting I’ve done has been inspired by my guys. The painting on the left is a gorgeous water Fae floating nude above the water. The painting on my right is a devilishly handsome guardian of hell with his wings spread wide, flames licking the sky behind him. The last painting I’ve completed this morning is of a striking sorcerer casting a spell, his silver eyes capturing your attention before your gaze moves to the illuminous swirl behind him.
The bedroom door opens, and I grin at the subject of my attention. Cyrus sets the tray of food on the nearby two-seat table and joins my side, his gaze full of awe.
“It’s amazing. It looks 3D, as though I’m about to come off the canvas.”
“I was hoping you’d love it.”
“I really do.” His arm wraps around my back and pulls me to him, kissing me with his soft, luscious lips. “You’ll be able to call Susan about the new collection. We’re headed to Maine today.”
Setting my brush in the container, I side-eye him. “Why are we taking this trip? The three of you haven’t been very forthcoming about the details.”
Cyrus sits in the chaise lounge he had me bent over last night. The memory has me tingling all over, aching at my core.
“You’re right, we haven’t.” Cyrus mutters something under his breath, and the apple on the tray disappears, reappearing in his palm. “We’re taking you to meet Killian.”
“I knew it. Why else would we be going there?”
“Vacation at a nice resort.”
“We’re already at one.”
“That’s true.” He takes a bite into the apple and watches me clean up my painting tools. “How do you feel about this trip?”
“I’m hoping he’s better than Phoenix.”
Cyrus keeps a neutral expression, not giving away anything.
“Are you worried about me?”
The corner of his mouth curves. “You’re goading me.”
“Is it working?”
Light, airy laughter seeps out of his mouth.
“Almost, just don’t put your lips around my cock.” He winks. “I won’t be able to keep any secrets.”
“I haven’t had breakfast yet.” I come over to the lounge chair, crawling over him. “And you look good enough to eat.”
His fingers caress my cheek into my hair, the apple disappearing from his other hand.
“You know I can’t resist you.”
“I know, and I love that about you.”
Unbuttoning his short-sleeve navy shirt, I caress my hand down his abs to the waistband of his white shorts. Tugging at his waistband, I raise a brow. “Morning sex?”
His hands are already lifting my shirt off. “Yes.”
We remove the clothing between us, and I position myself over him, kissing and nipping his chest and further down his waist until my lips wrap around his cock. Holding the base, I suck up and down and watch the way he bites his bottom lip, losing himself to the sensation. The door opens behind us, and Cyrus glares at the intruder. The moment skilled fingers touch between my legs, I know it’s Emeric.
“Can you handle sharing her this morning?”
Cyrus’s head falls back as I suck harder, taking him farther back into my throat.
“Damn you, Emeric.”
Mischievous laughter rumbles behind me. The weight of Emeric’s body dips into the cushion as he fills the space behind me. With one hand on my hip, he works his fingers over my clit, pulling moans from my throat, which I know enhances the blowjob for Cyrus.
Cyrus has my hair fisted in his hand as he thrusts in my mouth. Wanting more of him, I stop sucking, sit up, and turn my head to
