Page 58 of The Blood Moon Hunt

I don’t understand it, but I know I can’t ignore it.

The markings on the altar pulse again, growing brighter, as if responding to the connection between us. The air thickens, magic swirling as I move closer. My hand hovers just over her skin, the desire to touch her, to claim her, overwhelming every thought in my head.

This isn’t right, I tell myself, but it doesn’t matter. The pull is too strong, and she’s not resisting.

"Damien..." Her voice is soft, unsure, and it sends a tremor through me.

I close the distance between us, the space that separates us filled with an intensity that feels like it could burn the world to ashes. My hand finally lands on her waist, and I feel her power hum beneath her skin. It draws me in, begging me to lose control.

Her breath hitches, her body instinctively leaning into mine, and I can feel the heat radiating from her. I know I should pull away. I know what the Order has commanded.

But all I can think about is the way her magic wraps around mine, the way it calls to me in a way nothing else ever has.

I lean in, my lips just inches from hers. The air around us hums with energy, the glow from the altar intensifying.

"What is it you want, Selene?"

She looks between the two of us, but words escape her.

Ronan smirks. "She's insatiable, Damien. Perhaps it's time we shared her, don't you think?"

My gaze narrows, focusing on Selene. "Is this what you truly want, little moon?" My voice is low, dangerous.

She runs a hand through her raven hair, letting it cascade down her back. Her crimson lips curve into a seductive smile.

"Oh, Damien," she coos, "I've never been more certain of anything in my life. I crave the thrill of being desired by two powerful men, of feeling your magic mingle with Ronan's and then with mine."

Her eyes lock onto mine, burning with an intensity that sends shivers down my spine.

I step closer to Selene, my eyes darkening with lust and possessiveness. Ronan watches us intently, a smirk playing on his lips. I reach out, trailing a finger along Selene's jawline, tilting her chin up to meet my gaze.

"You play a dangerous game, little moon," I murmur, my voice laced with warning and desire. "But if this is what you truly wish for, then who am I to deny you such pleasure?"

I glance at Ronan, a challenge in my eyes. "Very well. Let us see how long you can last in the presence of true power."

With a wave of my hand, the air around us crackles with energy, the altar glowing brighter beneath our feet. I pull Selene close, claiming her lips in a searing kiss, pouring all my passion and dominance into the embrace.

As our tongues dance, Selene moans softly, pressing herself against me. Ronan steps forward, his own hunger evident in his eyes. He reaches out, running a hand down Selene's side, sending a jolt of electricity through her body.

"Allow me to show you what real magic feels like,"Ronan growls, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin. Selene gasps, her hips bucking against me as she feels the combined force of our powers coursing through her veins.

Breaking the kiss, I look at Ronan with a calculating gaze. "You may touch her, but do not think for a moment that I will let you close t her soul."

Selene pulls away slightly, her eyes flashing with a newfound confidence. "I've learned to harness my abilities. Neither of you can claim my soul, no matter how much you might desire it."

She steps between us, her stance assertive. "Tonight, I choose to indulge in physical pleasures only. Your magical prowess will remain... contained."

A sly smile plays on her lips as she meets each of our gazes in turn. "Now, can you two play nice?"

A low growl rumbles in my chest as I watch Selene assert her control. Despite her words, the heat in her eyes and the way she moves with purpose tell me she craves the intimate connection we're about to share.

"Very well, little moon," I say, my voice thick with restrained desire. "We shall play by your rules tonight. But know that I will not be content until I've reclaimed every inch of your body."

I reach out, cupping her face in my hands, and capture her mouth in another fierce kiss. Ronan's hands find her waist, pulling her flush against him as he joins theembrace.

Our bodies move together in a primal rhythm, fueled by the raw energy surrounding us. Selene's soft moans fill the air as we worship her with our hands and mouths, exploring every curve and hollow of her form.

The altar pulses beneath us, its ancient magic mingling with our own as we lose ourselves in the throes of passion. Sweat glistens on our skin, and the scent of arousal hangs heavy in the night air.

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