Page 85 of The Blood Moon Hunt

I break the kiss, my breath mingling with Selene's as I gaze into her passion-glazed eyes. With a deliberate slowness, I sink to my knees before her, spreading her thighs wider apart.

My mouth finds her core, and I delve in, tasting the sweet essence of her arousal. Selene's gasp echoes through the chamber as my tongue explores her folds, lapping at her juices with increasing fervor. I can feel her trembling, her fingers digging into my scalp as she loses herself to the sensations.

From my position, I catch glimpses of Lucien and Damien's reactions - Lucien's eyes are half-lidded, his chest heaving; Damien's jaw is clenched, a bead ofsweat trickling down his temple. They're both clearly affected, their restraint fraying at the edges.

As I continue to lavish attention on Selene's dripping sex, I feel a presence looming over me. Glancing up, I see Lucien and Damien closing in, their faces etched with lust.

Without breaking contact with Selene, I gesture for them to ascend the altar steps. Lucien climbs onto the stone beside me, his muscular form radiating heat as he looms over Selene's prone body. Damien takes up a position at her feet, his piercing blue eyes fixed on her toes as if memorizing every detail.

Their proximity amplifies the erotic tension, the air thick with the scent of sex and anticipation. Lucien reaches out to brush a strand of hair from Selene's flushed face, his calloused thumb tracing her lower lip. Damien's large hands slide up her calves, thumbs pressing into the sensitive skin behind her knees.

I return my focus to Selene's slick folds, my tongue delving deeper as I lap at her clit. Her hips buck against my mouth, seeking more friction, more pressure. I oblige, suckling gently on the swollen nub as I plunge two fingers inside her, curling them to stroke that secret spot within.

Selene's cries grow louder, more desperate, her nails raking down my back as she teeters on the brink. Lucien and Damien mirror my actions, their mouths and handsworking in tandem to bring our bound companion closer to the edge.

I can feel the thrum of energy building between us, the threads of our desires weaving tighter with each passing second. It's almost... tangible, this connection forged through pleasure and shared intent. And I know, deep in my core, that we're on the cusp of something monumental.

Chapter

Forty-Seven

LUCIEN

Selene's words cut through the haze of lust, jolting me back to awareness. "You too, Lucien," she breathes, her eyes locked on mine. "Touch yourself. Let go."

The command in her tone is unmistakable, and I find myself obeying without hesitation. My hand slips beneath my breeches, wrapping around my aching cock. The first touch sends a shockwave of pleasure through me, and I groan low in my throat.

As I begin to stroke myself in time with the rhythm of Adrian's tongue on Selene, I steal glances at Damien, who's still worshiping her feet with single-minded devotion. The sight of my companions lost in their own pleasures, combined with the intoxicatingtaste of Selene's arousal, pushes me closer to the precipice.

Damien's hand drifts lower, brushing against the hard length straining against his trousers. He pauses, glancing up at Selene uncertainly. At her encouraging nod, he frees himself, hissing as the cool air meets his heated flesh.

With a shuddering sigh, Damien begins to stroke himself, his movements slow and deliberate. His free hand continues its reverent exploration of Selene's legs, fingertips dancing along her inner thighs, teasing the sensitive skin.

Lost in a haze of sensation, Damien's eyes flutter closed, his head falling back as he surrenders to the pleasure coursing through him. The sounds of Selene's moans, Lucien's grunts, and Adrian's muffled groans mingle with his own ragged breathing, creating a symphony of ecstasy that fills the chamber.

My strokes quicken, the need for release becoming an insistent ache. I lean down, capturing Selene's lips in a searing kiss as I press my throbbing cock against her mouth. She parts her lips obediently, and I thrust forward, burying myself in the warm, wet cavern.

"Mmmph..." Selene hums around my shaft, her tongue swirling against the sensitive underside. I groan into her mouth, my grip on her hair tightening as I start to move, fucking her face with shallow, rapid thrusts.

Behind me, I hear the telltale sound of Adrianswitching positions, his mouth descending on Selene's pussy once more. To my left, Damien's labored breathing grows more erratic, his pace picking up as he chases his own climax.

Each thrust into Selene's mouth sends sparks of pleasure shooting through me, her talented tongue and lips milking my cock with expert ease. I'm close, so damn close, but I refuse to let go just yet, savoring the exquisite sensations.

"Fuck, Selene," I grunt, my voice strained. "Take it all."

She complies, relaxing her throat to accommodate my girth, and I lose myself in the blissful friction. Behind me, Adrian's moans grow louder, punctuated by the slurping sounds of his oral ministrations. Damien's grunts intensify, his rhythm faltering as he teeters on the brink.

The knowledge that we're all teetering on the edge, poised to tumble into the abyss together, only heightens the tension.

Chapter

Forty-Eight

DAMIEN

Without a word, Adrian moves aside, allowing me to take his place. I kneel before Selene, drinking in the sight of her flushed face, glazed eyes, and parted lips. Her pussy glistens invitingly, and I lean in, dragging my tongue along her slit in a long, languid lick.

Selene's response is immediate – a sharp gasp followed by a shudder that runs through her entire body. Emboldened, I delve deeper, my mouth closing around her clit as I suckle gently.

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