Unleashed: The Cursed Trilogy, Book Two

by Betty Legend

  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

  All rights reserved. Except for use in any review, the reproduction or utilization of this work in whole or in part in any form by any electronic, mechanical, or other means, now known or hereinafter invented, including xerography, photocopying, and recording or in any information storage or retrieval system is forbidden without the written permission of the publisher. For information email: authorbettylegend@gmail.com

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Editor: Sandy Ebel, Personal Touch Editing, https://www.facebook.com/PersonalTouchEditing

  Proofreaders: Melissa Carlton, Stephanie Rash, DeAnne Taylor

  Created with Vellum

  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 capture Emeric’s lips. He scrapes his tiny fangs across my bottom lip, then smacks my ass when I pull away.

  Straddling Cyrus, I stroke him twice, then rub his cockhead against my wet lips. As I slide onto his cock, he moans, his hands taking hold of my hips. Emeric is at my back, his bare chest pressed against me as he nips and sucks at my neck and shoulder. Lowering his fingers, he gathers my wetness, then slides a finger into my ass. As I grind on Cyrus’s thick cock, Emeric adds another finger, my moans escalating as he prepares me for him. Pressing me down onto Cyrus’s chest, he pushes into me, easing in gently. After several thrusts, he grips my hips and takes me harder, his rhythm increasing the pace between me and Cyrus. Together, they work me toward an orgasm, the sensations intensifying with each thrust of their hips.

  “You love this, don’t you, baby? Having us both in you?”

  “Yes.”

  Cyrus has a hand around my neck, the other on my hip, as he watches me take pleasure from both of them.

  “How does it feel, gorgeous?”

  “Like ecstasy.”

  “Use
your magic,” Cyrus says to Emeric, his mouth curling.

  A red-orange glow billows out around Emeric and me, the heated sensation of his magic pouring through me. Cyrus releases his silver glow, and it combines with Emeric’s, pushing the heat through me in circular motions. It’s concentrated at my center, and seconds later, an orgasm bursts through me, my body trembling with pleasure.

  “Shit, that feels good.”

  Their thrusts don’t stop as a second orgasm follows quickly behind the first. I cry out in pleasure as they take me harder, both of them working to reach their own orgasm. Cyrus suddenly stops his thrusts, the magic fading.

  “We’re switching,” he says to Emeric.

  Emeric chuckles but is all too happy to oblige. He pulls out, takes Cyrus’s position, and lies back. As I straddle him, he jerks me down to his lips, kissing me hard and passionately, searing my lips with his fiery heat.

  “I like this position, baby. I can see the pleasure in your eyes.”

  I slide over him, and he grips my ass cheeks, tugging me harder onto him so he can go deeper. Cyrus puts a knee on the cushion, and with his hands on my hips, he thrusts into me, pushing me into Emeric, who’s holding my thighs still as they both pound into me.

  Emeric is the first to release his magic, then Cyrus releases his. The intense pleasure swirls at my center, and another orgasm takes over. I can’t stop moaning through each thrust they give. It’s not until they both come, I collapse on top of Emeric, dizzy. Cyrus pulls out and kisses along my shoulder, then moves my hair to kiss my cheek.

  “How do you feel?”

  “So damn good. I’m not going to be able to move for a while.”

  “You don’t have to.”

  Emeric puts a hand behind his head, caressing my arm as I lie on him, depleted of energy. Cyrus sits next to us, caressing his hand over my ass cheeks.

  “We didn’t take you too hard, did we?”

  “She likes it hard. At least with us, she does. She likes it softer with Griffin.”

  “How do you know that?”

  Emeric caresses his finger over my wrist, and the red feathers brighten, warmth spreading over my arm.

  “I pay attention.”

  “Well, I like it soft with Cyrus, sometimes.”

  “It starts that way, doesn’t it, gorgeous?”

  “Yes,” I grin. Taking Cyrus’s hand, I kiss it. “I really enjoyed being with both of you.”

  Cyrus leans down to kiss me. “I’m willing to tolerate him, for you.”

  Emeric lightly punches Cyrus’s shoulder. “You know you enjoyed that threesome.”

  Cyrus shrugs a shoulder. “You did all right.”

  Laughing, I climb off Emeric. “I’m taking a shower while you two compare skills.”

  “There’s nothing to compare.” Emeric puts a hand around his lengthy cock. “It’s a landslide.”

  Cyrus grimaces at Emeric as he leaves the lounge chair.

  “Stop waving your dick around, or I’ll kick you out the next time you interrupt us having sex.”

  Cyrus picks up a mug from the tray and takes a drink as I grab a muffin. Laughing at their banter, I leave to take a shower.

  When I come downstairs, Griffin hugs me as I enter the kitchen.

  “Did you have fun this morning?” He winks behind his tea mug.

  Grabbing a mug for myself, I pour hot tea into it.

  “You should’ve joined.”

  Griffin moves into my space, putting an arm around me.

  “Would you like that? To have all three of us?”

  The thought sends pleasured chills down my back, adding to the tingling caress of Griffin’s hand.

  “Yes. I lo—” I stop myself short and awkwardly smile up at him. “That would be fun.”

  “Selene, what were you going to say?”

  “I love you,” I mumble as I bring the mug to my lips.

  Griffin sets his mug down, then mine. Putting his hands around my lower back, he holds me close to him and gives a smile as bright as the sun.

  “I love you too.” Lifting me onto the counter, he stands between my spread legs. “Do you have enough energy left?”

  “Always for you.”

  Griffin removes his green shirt as I unbutton his khaki shorts. Taking off my t-shirt, he tosses it aside, then shimmies me out of my shorts and panties. Holding his cock, he guides it between my legs, rubbing it up and down my opening until I’m wet with need. His sensual kiss claims my mouth as he slides into me, slow and gentle. The roll of his hips pushes me back on the counter, but he cups my ass cheeks, holding me still as he draws out the pleasure of each thrust. With Griffin, it’s never a sprint but a slow, steady marathon, bringing me to the same glorious finish every time.

  My legs hold tight to his waist as his hips stay in sync with his lips. As my pleasure climbs, he releases his magic, the blue glow swirling around us as he takes my pleasure higher.

  “Tell me again.”

  “I love you, Griffin.”

  His magic flows through me, adding to the rising pleasure. Holding onto his shoulders, I tremble through an orgasm, and he groans into my mouth as he reaches his. Putting his forehead to mine, he releases a satisfied breath.

  “You mean everything to me. I love you.”

  My hands caress into his hair before I thumb over his smooth, pointy ears. Goosebumps appear on his arms as he shivers.

  “Keep doing that, love, and we’ll be heading into round two.”

  “Why don’t we skip the trip to Maine, stay here, and have sex all day?”

  The corner of his mouth creases as he chuckles. “I’d prefer to do that, but we already made plans.”

  He tries to pull away from me, but I grip my legs around him tighter.

  “Let’s take a shower together.”

  Beneath his glimmering blue eyes, his dimple forms. His attention shifts from me when Emeric enters the kitchen, looks at us, and smirks. He doesn’t seem fazed. He goes to the cupboard, grabs a cup, fills it with water, then drinks it while staring at us expectantly.

  Lifting me, Griffin pulls out but keeps my legs around him. “We’ll be back. We’re taking a shower.”

  “See ya in a while.”

  An hour and a half later, after our shower, I have my bag packed for our trip. The guys told me to pack light. I did the best I could, leaving behind hair and makeup products. I also packed sneakers in case we’re going somewhere woodsy. They’re still vague about the trip, and it’s driving me crazy.

  We assemble in the living room, and Cyrus creates a portal. Griffin takes my hand and leads me through it. On the other side is a log cabin in the woods. It’s a nice log cabin, one someone put time and money into. Strangely, there isn’t a driveway. Not really anyway, more like a grass and gravel trail that’s big enough for a car to drive down. It goes out through the woods until it’s too far to see anymore. All around the cabin are thick woods. Wherever we are, it’s definitely meant to be secluded. Cyrus pushes open the unlocked front door, and we enter into an open concept living, dining, and kitchen area, with doors to the right, doors to the left, and a loft above.

  “You can put your bag in the loft,” Cyrus tells me.

  The three of them disburse into the cabin, appearing to look for someone. I climb the stairs with gradual steps, watching them search.

  “No one is here,” Emeric announces.

  “Where is he?” I ask from the top step.

  The three of them look at each other knowingly but don’t say anything. With a huff, I drop my bag on the king-size bed covered in a soft suede tan comforter with pretty gold designs. Above the bed is a large painting of two wolves howling at the moon. It’s beautifully painted, the colors intricately placed, accentuating the wolves’ fur coats. Lying down on the bed, I pull my phone out and check for service. There isn’t any. So much for contacting Susan. I’ll have to portal to my apartment again soon, so I can catch up on calls and emails.

  Grabbing a pillow, I tuck it under me and res
t my eyes. Soon, I’m drifting off to sleep.

  I must have slept hard. I wake up to the feeling of lines on my face and puffy eyes. Rubbing them, I climb off the bed and head downstairs for something to drink. As I make my way through the house, I realize it’s empty.

  “Anyone here?”

  No one responds from the rooms. After I get a cup of cold water, I open the doors to bathrooms, bedrooms, a home office, and a laundry room, but it’s clear my guys are gone. My hand goes to my charm to portal back home, but remember why I’m here. They left so I can bond with this Killian guy. Where is he anyway?

  Sitting on the couch, I cover up with a throw blanket and wait. I pick up the remote to watch TV, but my finger stops when I hear the distinct howl of a wolf. Curiosity pulls me from the couch. Opening the front door, I step out onto the porch and search the area outside. The full moon casts a silver-blue light into the mowed yard and the edge of the woods. That’s where I see it, the gray and white wolf with amber-brown mixed in his coat. The wolf is lying at the edge of the woods, its gaze fixed on me. It’s no ordinary wolf, at least not like I’ve seen in photos and zoos. He’s massive, intimidating, and stunning.

  The wolf howls again, and something pulls at my insides—a curiosity, a longing to be closer? I leave the porch, realizing how dangerous this is, but I can’t stop myself. The wolf stands, howls his magnificent call, then returns his gaze to me, watching me with what seems like his own curiosity. I take a few steps and stop when his giant paws take slow steps toward me.

  This is nuts. I shouldn’t be moving toward a wild wolf. Turning around, I make my way back toward the porch, but he howls again. When I look back at him, I see he’s walking slowly, favoring one leg, then continues his steps toward me, limping. He needs help. That’s why he’s here. Maybe the wolf is familiar with this Killian guy.