Page 47 of The Blood Moon Hunt

"Lie down," I order, my tone brooking no argument. "Spread your legs for me, Selene. Show me the depths of your submission."

As she complies, I position myself behind her,running my hands over her curves, tracing the lines of her spine, and cupping her full ass. I give each cheek a firm squeeze before trailing my fingers lower, parting her slick folds to tease her entrance.

With a slow, deliberate thrust, I sink my cock into Selene's welcoming heat, groaning at the exquisite sensation of her tightness enveloping me. She lets out a soft moan, her back arching as I fill her completely.

I take a moment to savor the feeling, my hips pressed flush against her ass, my length nestled deep within her core. Then, with a gentle roll of my hips, I begin to move, setting a slow, steady pace designed to stretch and prepare her for the pleasures to come.

Each thrust is precise, calculated to hit that sweet spot inside her that makes her quiver and gasp. My hands roam her body, caressing her breasts, tweaking her nipples, and tracing the delicate curve of her waist.

As I continue to thrust into her, I reach around to palm her mons, rubbing the sensitive flesh in time with my movements. Selene's breathy moans encourage me, spurring me on as I drive deeper, chasing the peak of her pleasure.

Suddenly, I withdraw nearly all the way, leaving only the tip of my cock inside her. The sudden emptiness makes her whimper, her hips twitching forward in a desperate bid to recapture the sensation.

"Not yet, my pet," I murmur, giving her ass a firm smack. "First, I want to hearyou beg for it."

I resume my thrusts, picking up speed and depth, each stroke designed to build the pressure coiling within her. Selene's pleas for more grow louder, her nails digging into the sheets as she strains towards release.

"Please..." Selene's voice is raw, needy, laced with desperation. "Please, Adrian... I need you. I need to feel you filling me."

Her words ignite a primal hunger within me, a dark desire to dominate, to conquer, to lay waste to all resistance. With a feral snarl, I grip her hips and slam into her, burying myself to the hilt with each powerful thrust.

Selene screams, her body shaking with the force of my possession. I set a punishing pace, relentless in my pursuit of her ultimate surrender. Each snap of my hips drives her closer to the precipice, her inner muscles fluttering around my shaft, trying desperately to milk my seed.

"Come for me, Selene," I command, my voice rough with exertion.

Selene's orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave, her walls clenching around me in a vice-like grip as she screams my name. I ride out the tremors of her climax, once again forcing myself to ignore the power that is within my reach. I prolong her pleasure with shallow, grinding thrusts that keep her teetering on the edge.

Only when her cries subside and her body goes limpdo I allow myself to succumb to my own release. With a guttural roar, I bury myself to the root and spill my essence deep inside her, marking her as mine in the most primal way possible.

As the last pulses of my orgasm fade, I collapse onto her back, my weight pressing her into the mattress. I nuzzle into her neck, breathing in the scent of our combined passion, savoring the aftermath of our coupling.

"We're far from done, little huntress," I whisper huskily against Selene's ear, my lips brushing the tender skin. "This was merely the beginning. Tonight, I will explore every inch of your body, wring every drop of pleasure from you, and mold you into the perfect plaything for my desires."

I trail my fingertips down her sides, over her hips, and between her thighs, gathering the remnants of our lovemaking. Bringing my hand to my mouth, I lick her essence from my fingers, savoring the taste of her submission.

"Now, rest," I instruct, rolling off her and pulling her into my embrace. "Recover your strength, for we have a long night ahead of us, filled with pleasure, pain, and the gradual unraveling of your will until there is nothing left but the pure, unadulterated devotion to serving me."

As Selene drifts off to sleep, cradled in my arms, I allow myself a moment of quiet contemplation. Herpresence has disrupted the carefully crafted facade of detachment I've maintained for so long, stirring something deep within me that I thought long dead.

I brush a strand of hair from her forehead, my touch gentle despite the darkness simmering beneath the surface. There's a part of me that wants to hold onto this feeling, to explore these newfound emotions, but I know better. Emotions are weaknesses, vulnerabilities that can be exploited.

No, I must remain vigilant, maintain control. Selene is a valuable asset, a tool to be used and discarded when she's served her purpose. And yet, as I watch her sleep, I find myself wondering what it would be like to let go, to lose myself in the chaos of human connection.

Chapter

Twenty-Six

RONAN WOLFE

The forest is thick with shadows, the faint glow of the moon barely cutting through the canopy overhead. The humans—what’s left of them—are nothing more than prey now. They scatter, thinking they can outrun their fate. I move through the trees with ease, my senses sharp, my power still humming beneath my skin, despite the moon's fading pull.

There’s one more left. I can feel her. She’s close, hiding under the roots of a massive tree, thinking she’s safe. Her fear is palpable, calling to me like a beacon, guiding me right to her.

I smile to myself, the thrill of the hunt simmering inmy blood. This one has been clever, managing to avoid me longer than the others. But now, she’s mine.

I crouch low, moving silently through the underbrush until I see her. A woman, trembling, her breathing shallow and panicked. She doesn’t see me yet, too busy trying to hide, thinking she’s escaped.

But there’s no escape. Not from me.

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