Blessing of Luna (Wolfgods Book 1) by Blaise Ramsay (best books under 200 pages .TXT) 📗

“Suit yourself.” She opened the bathroom door, letting him close it. The lock clicking could be heard on the other side.

Damien turned on the shower, running some water through his hair while he waited. The more he thought about it, the more Jill’s behavior started making more sense.

If she was what she truly said she was then it made sense as to why she was only comfortable coming to his house at night.

The unease around big crowds, the way she seemed uneasy when his friends were around, and of course there’s her ironic hatred of the werewolf costumes on Halloween.

Christ, a werewolf. Vampires… Damien rested the heel if his palm against his forehead. What the hell have I walked into?

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True to her word, Jill dropped Damien off at his house to get his truck so he could make it to college just in time for his first class. They hadn't been easy to sit through for most of the day.

Damien’s mind went from being angry at Jill and wanting to tell her off to wanting to ask the questions still buzzing around in his head.

All he'd gotten out of her on their drive back to his house was how she was able to jump off of a six-story building and avoided getting hurt when she landed.

Nothing he wanted to know would come out of his mouth. He'd been jealous when Kain and Gabriel had their hands on her and furious at the thought they’d seen her naked.

Christ what is wrong with me? I shouldn't be gawking at her like a hormonal kid during puberty. I should be cussing her out and telling her to leave me the hell alone for keeping so many damn secrets from me.

With his medical leave from his internship, Damien had nothing better to do but to head home after his classes to try to catch up on some of his reading. His leg had healed up to only a slight discomfort so he took the wrapping off, grateful he would be able to wear his jeans again. He’d chosen to hide the clothes Gabriel gave him as soon as he could.

His dad hadn’t arrived home yet so Damien went into the kitchen to make himself a quick dinner, throwing it into the microwave.

After the meal was finished heating, he went into the den to watch some television in an attempt to get his mind off of what little he'd learned after somewhat quizzing Jill. He was still mad at her for not being forthcoming with him.

Damn. I must be losing my mind. It's not scientifically possible for someone to turn into an animal or to suck blood for that matter. He sighed as he lolled his head back, his arm dropped across his face.

Of course, it wasn't physically possible for someone to heal a paper cut in two minutes or a broken leg in a matter of days either. Not to mention getting hit by a car and not sustaining any severe lacerations or being killed. Okay, so none of this was scientifically possible...

Damien finished his dinner quickly, his mind still a blur of confusion.

Despite having a shower earlier that morning, he decided to stick to his routine. He turned on the shower, letting the water heat until the room filled with steam. His shorts fell in a pile to the floor as he stepped in the water. His eyes closed as the hot water ran down his body.

An image of Jill in her bra and panties back at the gym flashed across his mind. The thought of her perfect body stretched out on her bed, wrapped tightly in her sheets or covered in sweat after a fight brought about a searing heat inside his body.

As if his hand were reacting on its own, Damien began rubbing his cock, feeling it had already begun hardening. His thumb rolled over the tip, feeling the warmth of the pre-cum the more aroused he became.

The idea of Gabriel touching Jill in her night clothes made Damien angry for reasons he just couldn't wrap his mind around. A low growl escaped his throat the angrier he got as his mind wandered into the territory that Jill might move on from him.

A twinge of possessiveness unlike he’d ever felt before made Damien’s muscles tighten as he imagined himself taking Jill as his own.

Despite his mind telling him to get a grip on himself, his breath grew heavy when his mind’s eye drifted over Jill's long, sinewy body. Her gorgeous legs and hair so soft he wanted nothing more than to bury his face so deep he’d be unable to breathe. He could feel his hands exploring every luscious curve, his fingers tracing every scar.

The carnal desire inside of him began to surface the more he let himself remember. Those gorgeous icy eyes so full of a hidden desire she tried so hard to hide. The sweetness of the seduction in her voice, the smell of her when she got close to him. It all drove Damien wild.

His eyes closed tightly as his own lust grew, his hand gripped his shaft, firmly. The hot water made him sweat despite the chills his feelings were sending through his body.

The orgasm was close, Damien could feel it. He leaned his forearm against the wall. He bit down as he imagined sinking his teeth into Jill’s soft skin as he made love to her. His butt cheeks tightened as the cum shot out from his shaft, his legs shaking from sheer pleasure.

What is wrong with me? He slammed his fist into the wall, angry at for how he was feeling. He quickly washed his hair and body, turned off the water and dried off.

Damien put his shorts on, choking back a mixture of frustration, lust and overall guilt. He slid down the tile wall onto the floor,