Page 87 of The Blood Moon Hunt

In the midst of our frenzied coupling, my gaze drifts involuntarily towards the perimeter of the clearing, locking onto Ronan's imposing figure. Our eyes meet, and I feel a jolt of electricity course through my veins at the intensity of his stare.

Without breaking the connection, I send a subtle mental plea, silently urging him to merge his power with ours. The air hums with building energy as we wait for his response.

Chapter

Fifty

RONAN

The shadows swirl at the edge of the clearing, flickering between the trees like restless phantoms. I stand there, just beyond the reach of the ancient magic radiating from the altar, watching them with growing frustration. The Order’s voice echoes in my mind, relentless and commanding.

“Attack. Now is your moment. Break the barrier and claim the girl.”

I grit my teeth, my fists clenching at my sides. They make it sound so simple, but it isn’t. There’s something protecting the altar, a defense I can’t penetrate. Every time I try to move closer, it pushes me back, as if the air itself thickens, holding me at bay. The shadows behind me surgeforward, pressing against the invisible boundary, but they, too, are repelled. The Order is growing impatient, their whispers tightening around my mind, demanding action.

“We gave you the means, Ronan. Now take her!”

But it’s useless. Their power is nothing compared to what’s happening inside the clearing.

Through the shimmering haze, I can see them—Damien, Adrian, and Lucien—circling around Selene as if drawn to her like moths to a flame. Their hands are on her, touching her, claiming her. It’s happening. They’re merging with her, the power building between them so strongly that I can almost see it—swirling tendrils of energy rising around them, wrapping around their bodies like a living thing. Their souls are reaching out, intertwining with hers, and for a moment, I can’t breathe.

She’s going to be theirs.

A low growl escapes my throat, the surge of jealousy and rage cutting through me like a blade. They’re going to take her, claim her, and I’m just standing here, useless. Watching it happen. I should be the one in there. I should be the one claiming her. Power that immense should be mine, not theirs.

But something shifts in the air, something that pulls at the edges of my awareness. My gaze locks onto Selene, and for a heartbeat, the world around me fades away. Her eyes find mine through the haze,and I feel it—her presence brushing against my mind like a whisper, soft but undeniable.

Ronan.

Her voice is there, in my head, cutting through the noise of the Order. It’s not a command. It’s not even a plea. It’s something else entirely, something that pierces through the wall of rage and hunger that’s been building inside me. Her power touches me, not forcing its way in, but inviting me.Ronan, don’t let them have me.

I stare at her, my heart pounding. She’s not asking me to save her, not really. She’s asking me to be part of this, part of something bigger than the hunger for power. And I can feel it, the pull between us. It’s not just about taking her soul—it’s about something else, something I don’t quite understand. Something that terrifies me.

But then the hunger returns, sharper, more focused. The Order promised me everything if I brought Selene to them. Power. Freedom. But as I look at her now, seeing the energy building around her, I realize that even the Order’s offer pales in comparison to the power I could have if I merge with her.

I clench my jaw, pushing the Order’s whispers aside. I’ve followed their orders for long enough, played their game. But this? This is something they can’t control. This is something bigger. More dangerous.

I take a step forward, my gaze never leaving Selene.Her eyes widen slightly, and I know she can feel it, too—the shift inside me. I’m no longer fighting against this. I’m going to be part of it. Not because the Order wants it. Not because I’m following anyone else’s plan. But because I won’t let Damien, Adrian, and Lucien take what should be mine. I won’t let them have her, not completely.

I can already feel the power surging, can already imagine what it will feel like when we merge, when her power becomes part of me. It will be more than the Order could ever offer. It will be everything.

With a final glance at the shadows writhing behind me, I step into the clearing, moving toward the altar willingly.

Selene’s eyes never leave mine.

Chapter

Fifty-One

SELENE

Ronan joins us at the altar, his presence adding another layer of raw, primal energy to the already charged atmosphere. Without hesitation, he claims his place among the warlocks, ready to partake in the ritual.

I'm pinned beneath their bodies, stretched out on the cold stone altar as Damien's thick cock plunges into my mouth, Lucien's girthy shaft pistons in and out of my dripping cunt, and Adrian's rigid length spears my tight ass. The sensation of being so thoroughly claimed, used for their pleasure, sends waves of ecstasy coursing through me.

As I moan around Damien's dick, Lucien's hands grip my hips hard enough to bruise, driving him deeperinto my soaked folds. Adrian's fingers dig into my thighs, holding me steady as he pounds into my rear entrance. Each thrust sends jolts of agonizing bliss radiating outward from where we're joined.

The air is heavy with the scent of sex, our mingled arousal hanging thick and heady.

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