Blessing of Luna (Wolfgods Book 1) by Blaise Ramsay (best books for 20 year olds TXT) 📕

The sudden arrival of her orgasm made Jill’s muscles pulse around him, taking him deeper into her. His own orgasm made him dig his teeth into her shoulder, his hand holding her hip so tightly he knew it would bruise but he couldn't stop himself. He wanted her to take all of him into her womb.

When he finally released her, Jill stretched out her back to loosen her muscles against the strain. She felt slightly nauseated at having to handle everything Damien had to give her.

“Sex is always so hot with you, babe.” Damien kissed her neck, his tongue lapping up the sweat on her shoulder. “I have to admit you surprised me. I had no idea you were able to get so aggressive when making love.” Jill snickered, out of breath.

She wanted more. More of his attention, more affection, more love making. “Would you lie on your stomach for me?”

Damien lay down next to her, smiling as he crossed his arms to rest his chin on them.

Jill lay down on top of him. The curve of her stomach met his back, fitting her pelvis in the curve just above his butt. Her feet caressed his calves and thighs. She let her hand stroke her lover’s throat, softly kissing his jaw before moving up to his ear to nip it.

It was more than she could have ever imagined. The love she felt for Damien was deeper than it ever had been with Lucius.

To her, everything they had been through was worth this one moment. She was going to savor it, savor him until he had to leave her to meet Kain.

Chapter Twenty-Four

The next morning found Damien up and out of bed before the sun rose above the horizon. It was the day he was leaving with Kain to start training with him in preparation of his upcoming fight with Nathaniel.

Even though it wasn’t something Damien looked forward to, he knew it was the only way he was going to get the overly narcissistic alpha off his case.

Since he woke up from his encounter with Barghast in his mind, everyone in the camp had been referring to him as “my lord” and bowing. It made him feel strange, afraid he may let them down in the end.

Damien made his way down to the pool that Kain asked him to meet only to find he was alone.

“Kain?” He started looking around.

“I’m here.” Kain came out from behind a large boulder that served as a barrier to the pool. His mid-length dirty blonde hair was a disheveled mess. His shoulders marred with new gashes resembling claw marks.

The usual purple circles under his eyes were so dark, his emerald green eyes were almost lost in their darkness.

“Kain! What in God’s name happened?” Damien asked, running to Kain’s side to help support him.

“It’s alright. It looks worse than it feels. Are you ready to begin your training?” Kain held his hand up to stop Damien, walking as though nothing was wrong. He held onto his usual pride and confidence despite how much pain he had to have been in.

“Kain, we don’t have to do this. You look like you’re not feeling well.”

Stopping mid-footfall, Kain spoke over his shoulder. “Damien, trust me. I will be fine. There is no way in sun’s hell I’m letting you forfeit to someone like Nathaniel. Now come with me.”

The rest of the walk went in silence. Damien spent most of the time staring at his friend’s back. It was covered with a mix of old healed scars and new fresh gashes down the length of his back. Some even wrapped around his hips.

It was the same on his chest and arms. Whatever it was doing this, it was obviously trying to kill him.

Kain led Damien through the forest until they reached an open meadow. The grass was as soft as bamboo sheets; green and fresh like it had just been watered by the spring rains.

A fading mist weaved in and out of the grass, dissipating with the rising sun. The air was brisk and cool in contrast with the winter back at the camp. It smelled like fresh lavender and jasmine. The sun shone warm above them.

It felt like it was a different world.

Lying far in the background was a ring of mountains. The horizon masked them purple and pink with the sun peeking over the ridges.

“Kain, what is this place?” Damien asked in awe, taking in the landscape.

His eyes came to fall upon a large circle of stones shaped liked large ovals. Carved into each of them were different symbols, almost like the runes that Rob showed him in some of the PC games he played.

“This is one of the oldest temples to our gods built when we arrived here. With the arrival of man, we had to flee from this place since they built a settlement so close by. Surprisingly, they haven’t found it. It is believed that as if by some power or magic, it’s hidden from the eyes of man. The perfect place to train a new lycan,” Kain took the remains of his shirt off, hanging it on the branch of a nearby tree. “Damien, tell me something. Why have you not tried to change yet?”

“I’m not sure I can. I haven’t felt any different since Jill bit me,” Damien replied, his fists clenched tightly against his sides. His chest tightened as the nervousness at what he was about to say filled him. “To be honest, I think I’m afraid to. I’m not sure why.”

“Fear and uncertainty,” Kain lowered his head, slightly sighing and half-chuckling. Damien’s eyes met Kain’s. “That’s all I heard.”

Kain took a thin piece of tattered material out of his pocket, making his way over to Damien. “Tie this around