Come Out Swinging (Reach for the Moon Book 2) by Sam Hall (sight word readers TXT) 📕

try sexual scenarios with the group,” Zack said, trying for clinical calm, but his eyes were just as heavily lidded and full of fire as everyone else’s. “The power of a nix is a sexual one.”

“Which means we could blow the fucking roof off if we’re not careful,” Mason said, eyeing the ceiling. Some of the others hissed. “Look, I want to see her naked and writhing on Declan’s lap as much as anyone here, but—”

“Put a pin in that thought,” Declan said, pushing me to my feet and pulling my shirt off in one quick motion, flicking open my bra with the next, then easing it from my breasts.

Holy shit, the intensity of their focus just ratcheted up exponentially. It took everything I had to hold my ground, to not give in to the sudden urge to run.

The whip of white cotton in the breeze as the girl ran before the wolves, their paws hitting the ground, faster and faster.

“Tell me again what your objections are?” Declan asked.

“Yeah, I got fucking nothing,” Mason said, his eyes sliding over my bare skin.

“So what, is this some kind of circle jerk?” Lorcan asked, trying for a sardonic smirk and failing. His eyes kept flicking to me, his expression shifting to one of hunger.

“If you want,” Declan replied. “But what about this? For as long as Paige wants it, everyone who wants in gets a turn.”

“Yess…” Micah hissed.

“But in light of what Mason said, no sex.”

“It’s all sex, Dec,” Mason said.

“Then no dick in vag or arse.”

“And the last is off the table anyway,” I said, forcing my fingers to go to my jeans and take them off. I wanted, needed this. I needed them. Sex was the way wolf shifter mates connected. It was pleasure and procreation and bonding and love all rolled into one, and I needed that from all of them. Declan’s hands went to my hips when I stepped free of my clothes, one sliding up my spine and pushing me down.

“Hold onto the coffee table, Paige.” The throb of dominance in his voice made that an easy prospect, every guy watching me do just that. I gripped the sturdy wood tabletop as I felt his fingers skim up my thighs before pushing them wide apart. “Fuck,” he growled. “You’re soaked.”

“I need you.” I wanted that to come out strong and demanding, but as a finger lightly brushed against my seam, it went all breathy.

“And I need your taste on my tongue. I’ve dreamt about this, about you, about your sweet fucking pussy so many times since high school. I’d wake up with my cock spurting over my stomach and tears in my eyes.”

“Dec…” I went to swivel around, to check in with him, but he wasn’t having that. He held me still and then covered my cunt with his mouth.

They caught the moment my eyes went wide, hands going to zippers, pushing down on the front of their jeans. They saw my eyes close halfway, my mouth drop open as I felt the first push of that mobile tongue. He was teasing me with little stabbing licks, making me ache for him deeper, with little flutters that had my hips pushing back against him, trying to make him progress things. They heard the groans as my skin came alive, singing at the feel of Declan’s tongue and his beard pressed into my most tender flesh, groans that just kept getting louder, longer, more frustrated as my love refused to give me what I wanted.

“Dec!” I panted, but he pulled away.

“You’re needing?” he asked me, and I could hear the amusement in his voice.

“So fucking much.”

“Give her what she wants or I will, Dec,” Micah snarled. His eyes blazed bright, his fangs half down. He looked like he’d fight Declan if he didn’t start looking after me. I smiled and gestured for him to come forward, taking his mouth with mine in savage messy kisses.

“Well, if you’re sure?” Declan said, then I felt something big stabbing at my aching entrance. Not his cock but fingers, so many fingers. I yelped into Micah’s mouth as I felt the stretch pushing me too far, and yet I fucking loved the burn. Micah held me still, making me take Dec, approximating what it would be like when I finally took their knots.

“Fuck yes…” I mumbled against Micah’s lips.

“What are you doing to her?” Lorcan asked, getting to his feet, and my eyes followed the tantalising gap in his jeans.

“Stretching her, getting her ready to take our knots. Not now, not tonight, but soon. One after the other, she’ll need practise taking the stretch.”

“Fuck…” I whimpered as Micah’s fangs raked my neck, sucking at me like he wanted to eat me whole.

“There’s nothing fucking like it,” Lorcan groaned. “I saw the moon, the stars, and the Mother herself.” His hands snaked under his jeans, reaching down to squeeze at his knot, I bet. “Never felt anything that compares. I ache for it to happen again.”

I dimly heard the rumbles of agreement as they came closer, ringing me, closing me within their circle. And circles, they could be sacred things, ways to contain power, keep it swirling within. I forced my eyes up and met theirs as they watched me come apart, jolting when Declan’s mouth joined his fingers, his shoulders pushed between my thighs as he flicked my clit with his tongue.

My breath came in rapid pants, my cunt trying to clamp down on his fingers, but he just kept forcing them in, creating a deep, beautiful burn that I just luxuriated in. Lorcan might like the way I squeezed down on his knot, but that feeling of being completely and utterly full was just so fucking good. My body tightened, my fingers clawing at the coffee table as I felt it rise, as I felt all of us rise. A hum started, much like it had been in the dark with the giant wolf, but I didn’t know who made the