Kai X Damon Edens Garden Novels & Stories

“Good. I want you to feel me all day. But I’m hungry for something sweeter than eggs right now.” Before she could answer, he spun her around and lifted her onto the kitchen counter in one smooth move. Plates and bowls clattered aside. He dropped to his knees between her spread thighs and pushed the shirt up to her waist. “Damon…, wait,” Elena gasped, her voice already shaky. “I’m so sore. My pussy is still throbbing from last night.” “I know, my good girl,” he said, looking up at her with dark hungry eyes. “But Daddy needs to taste his queen. Just relax and let me eat this pretty cunt. I’ll be gentle… at first.”

Before me was a breathtaking garden, bursting with color,roses, lilies, daisies, and flowers I didn’t even know the names of swayed gently in the breeze. “It’s a garden,” I whispered, bending down to inhale the soft, sweet scent of the blossoms, my fingers brushing over the petals with care. Did you like it? Damon asked with a nervous voice. “Thank you, baby,” I said, turning to wrap my arms around Damon. “I love it.” “When did you set this up?” I asked, still stunned by the beauty. “Since you came to the pack,” he said. “I noticed how you admired and cared for the flowers at the ShadowClaw Pack. So I wanted to give you your own little paradise.”

I spin on my heel and speed walk out of there. “Babe, isn't that the doctor that you had a session with the other day at the pack house?” A familiar voice calls ahead and I lift my eyes, coming face to face with Kai Anderson. “Well if it isn't Doctor Liam,” He chuckles, “ Fancy seeing you here, I hope you saw the message I sent you” his face is smiley, but his voice is hard. I assume he must be talking about the homophobic post. I don't respond. My expression is stony, I divert my eyes.

He wasn't a good mate, and he wouldn't be a good father. For days, Damien didn't come home. Vivian, however, was posting nonstop — intimate photos with Damien, one after another. I didn't care about any of them, except one photo that made my heart lurch. Damien was on one knee, offering a protective amulet to Vivian. Her caption read: 【He prayed to the Moon Goddess for this. It will keep me safe for life. His devotion warms my heart.】 I searched every corner of my room. My amulet was gone.

Silver: “How do you feel?” Damon asked me, holding my hand. I nodded to let him know I was fine, but he saw right through me. “It’s going to be okay,” he said, pulling me closer and planting a kiss on my cheek. It was a month later and I was at my coronation, about to be crowned Luna. A new palace which was even larger than the last one had been built with a beautiful courtroom that could house more than a thousand guests. It felt surreal but beautiful as I waited for Gwyddion to announce my presence and for the curtains to open before I would walk down and show myself to the people.

I'd already been struggling to tie the string on my panty bottoms by the side, so I lazily cracked the door open, eyes and hands focused on the task. “Oh, did I come at a bad time?” Kai's voice shook me out of my concentration. I looked up to find him standing there, his scent hitting me instantly. He had on casual black shorts paired with a grey shirt that hugged his biceps as usual, his chest broader this time. Two earbuds were plugged into his ears, an expensive watch gleaming on his wrist. I swallowed hard, trying not to stutter as I stared. “What are you doing here?” I asked immediately. “Kim's downstairs.”

A hidden botanical garden, private and lush, with flower-covered arches and glass greenhouses that glimmered in the sun. “This place isn’t even on the map,” Damian said. “I bought a stake in it last year, restored it quietly. Figured someday I’d want to show it to someone special.” My chest bloomed like the roses around us. We wandered for hours. I asked questions about every plant, and Damian—who knew more than I expected—answered each one. We shared laughs, a thousand kisses, and a slow dance under a canopy of wisteria. That night, Damian drove us further into the countryside to a private cabin he had rented—woodsy, warm, and nestled in quiet seclusion. There was no signal, no noise, just

The Garden never stopped. Damon removed his mask. Esme opened her eyes. Her gasp caught the rain. “Damon,” she breathed. Not a question. A revelation. “You knew?” “I prayed it was you.” They kissed under the rain, mouths frantic, hearts raw. When he slid into her, it wasn’t possession. It was worship. The altar beneath them shook with every thrust. She clung to him like he was the only reality. “I thought you feared this,” she whispered between gasps.

"Why?" Eden looked up at Damien, "Why did you do it?" "What did I even do?" Damien tried to feign ignorance as he quickly threw his shirt on, his hands busy buttoning it up. "About the kidney, you were the donor, right?" Eden snapped as she got up and walked closer. "Eden, I_"

Nova said. "No," Damian said, brushing her cheek. "I'm rebuilding what they tried to erase." By late morning, he took her out. The botanical garden downtown sat between two skyscrapers like a secret, green pocket of serenity. Flowers bloomed in symmetrical beds. Butterflies floated lazy loops through the air. Water trickled from a koi pond tucked in a shaded alcove. Nova didn't want to admit how much she loved it. Damian walked beside her, not in front of her. Let Nova talk about her favorite colors. Bought her lavender lemonade without asking. Damian took a photo of her laughing at a duck stealing crumbs from a toddler's stroller.