Page 69 of The Blood Moon Hunt

Panting harshly, I look up at them, seeing my own wonder reflected back in their eyes. Lucien cups my face, tilting it up to claim my mouth in a deep, possessive kiss while Adrian lavishes attention on my breasts, licking and suckling at the sensitive peaks.

Lucien breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against mine as we both struggle to catch our breath. "God, you feel incredible," he rasps, his hips flexing almost imperceptibly, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me. "So tight, so perfect around us."

Adrian hums in agreement, nipping playfully at my collarbone. "Like you were made for us," he adds, punctuating the statement with a roll of his hips that has me gasping.

They start to move then, setting a slow, sensual rhythm designed to drive me out of my mind with need. Each thrust pushes me higher, building the inferno within me until I'm writhing beneath them, begging for release.

"That's it, pet," Lucien croons, his fingers finding my clit and circling the swollen bud.

My moans fill the room as they work in perfect harmony, their combined efforts stoking theflames of my desire to new heights. I can feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter in my core, my impending climax building with each passing second.

Lucien captures my mouth again, swallowing my cries of ecstasy as they pick up the pace, their thrusts becoming harder, deeper, more urgent. The obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh mix with our mingled groans of pleasure and reverberate through the room.

I'm teetering on the brink, my body trembling with the force of my impending release. "Please," I whimper against Lucien's lips, "I'm so close..."

In response, they redouble their efforts, determined to push me over the edge.

"Quick, a shield," Adrian says through ragged breaths.

Lucien's eyes widen in realization, and he nods curtly at Adrian's warning. With a swift movement, he raises his hands, palms facing outward, and focuses his energy. A shimmering barrier materializes around us, a protective dome that will absorb the impact of my impending orgasm.

"Ready, sweets?" Adrian asks, his voice steady despite the intensity of the situation. His gaze locks with mine, filled with a mix of concern and anticipation.

I nod frantically, my breath coming in short, sharp pants. "Do it," I manage to gasp out, my entire beingfocused on the cresting wave of pleasure about to consume me.

With a final, deep thrust, Adrian sends me hurtling over the edge.

The world explodes in a kaleidoscope of color and sensation as my orgasm crashes over me, more powerful than anything I've ever experienced. My vision whites out, my scream of ecstasy echoing off the walls as the force of my release threatens to tear me apart from the inside out.

Through the haze of my own rapture, I dimly register the strain on Lucien's face as he maintains the shield, his muscles tensed with the effort of containing the surging energy. Adrian, too, seems affected, his expression one of awe and reverence as he witnesses the raw power of my unleashed passion.

Time loses all meaning as I ride out the waves of my climax, my body convulsing uncontrollably beneath them.

Chapter

Thirty-Seven

SELENE

Iwake to the sound of my own breath, soft and uneven, in the stillness of a bedroom. My body feels languid, the lingering heat from the night before and the long soak I took in a bathtub afterwards still humming through my veins. I blink into the darkness, feeling the weight of the silence settle over me. Adrian and Lucien are gone, and I’m alone.

The sensation of their touch still clings to me, lingering on my skin like an imprint I can’t shake off. But now that the moment has passed, confusion settles in, heavier than before. What am I doing? Why am I drawn to them like this? Each of them pulls at me in a way that defies logic. I can’t explain it. And what’s worse is that I can’t resist it.

Adrian says it doesn’t matter, that the guiltI feel over these encounters is just a product of my humanity. That my desires are part of something greater, something beyond my understanding. But isn’t my humanity the only thing I have left? Isn’t that what I am, at my core?

I try to reconcile the fire that burns through me whenever one of them is near, the way my body reacts instinctively, craving their touch. But it conflicts with everything I was taught, everything I believed. Growing up in a conservative family, I was taught to fear this kind of desire, to repress it, to see it as something sinful. Love and lust were things to be controlled, not given into. I had my first real kiss only a few years ago, and now... now I’m caught between four men who seem to ignite every part of me I’ve tried to keep buried.

My heart pounds as I sit up, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. The manor is quiet—too quiet. The weight of what’s happened between me and Adrian, and then Lucien, settles like a stone in my chest. I’ve lost control. I’ve let them consume me, and for what? What does any of this mean?

And then there’s Damien. He was the first I felt that pull toward, the first to look at me like I was something more than prey. I can still feel his gaze on me, the way it pierced through all the walls I’ve tried to build. It’s not just the desire—it’s something deeper, something stronger. A bond I can’t shake.

Suddenly, I hear it—Damien’s voice. It’s faint, justbarely audible, but unmistakable. My heart skips a beat, and I bolt to my feet, my pulse quickening. He’s calling me.

Without thinking, I rush out of the room, my feet padding softly against the stone floors as I race down the hallways. The air feels cooler outside my room, and the manor’s dark corridors seem endless as I follow the sound of his voice, my chest tightening with every step.

“Damien?” I call out, my voice echoing in the empty space.

I round a corner, hoping to see him standing there, but the hallway is deserted. My footsteps slow as I look around, confusion flooding my senses. I could’ve sworn I heard him.

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