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

sound. It got louder and louder, drowning out my little cries until both sounds combined.

It felt like I spiralled up and out of my body, and yet I was completely transfixed by what I was feeling. My hands locked up at the prickle of Declan’s beard, the throb of my clit, the shove of his fingers, until finally, I came.

His fingers stilled, caught tight by my body as wave after wave of pleasure rushed through me, swamping me, swelling and swelling, going beyond my usual rush to become something much bigger. It was still washing through me as I pulled away, knowing I needed something else now. I turned and looked down at Declan’s flushed face, his beard matted with me, but I kissed him deep, tasting him, me, us. I felt a zing of pleasure running up and down my spine as I fell to my knees, pushing him up on that poor coffee table and clawing at his jeans. He had the fly down and the button open in seconds, giving me exactly what I need. I kissed my way down his aching length to the distended knot at the base.

“You didn’t have that before.” Wolves rarely did until they were grown.

“No, unh…” His hand came to rest on my scalp, stroking through the strands as I licked then sucked at the swollen lump. His words became garbled sounds as my hand jacked his length. “Fuck, Paige…”

They were always asking me if I was needing, but he needed me right now, I could feel it. He would’ve been horrified at his lack of control, but his dick was almost dry firing, twitching as I sucked on his knot. When I pulled away, he reached for me, slamming his mouth down on mine, his hips shifting as I kept swivelling my hand up and down his cock until I pulled back and replaced my hand with my mouth.

“Oh fuck!”

I didn’t bother with preliminaries, since he was already so ready. Later, I’d tease him on long, lazy days until he lost his cool and dragged me over onto his dick, but now I just swallowed him as deep as I could go. Not far enough, but from the sounds he was making, he didn’t care. I heard him calling to the Mother, to the Christian god, to the universe itself it seemed as I forced my tongue to wiggle against his cock, bobbing my head faster and faster until the shaft swelled impossibly harder, flexing in mouth, straining, seeking…

He went perfectly still, letting out a soul deep groan before exploding in my mouth. I swallowed frantically, trying to contain all of his cum, but when I finally pulled away, a trail leaked from between my lips. He reached over and brushed it away before hauling me up into his lap and holding me across his knees.

“Holy fuck…” he rumbled, rubbing his bristly face against mine, just seeming to need more and more contact. I shifted in his arms, straddling him before throwing mine around him and holding him tight. I rested my head on his broad shoulder and just experienced something I’d assumed I never would again—the feel of Dec’s body holding up mine.

But the others couldn’t let that stand, not for too long. A hand went to my face, making my eyes flick open. Dark green eyes met mine, searching for an answer to a question I think Lorcan always wanted to ask—was I ready for more? Declan seemed to sense this, placing a kiss on my collarbone before turning around and offering me to the other man.

He took me gladly, pulling me close and onto my feet. For a second, he just held me there, one of his hands in mine, the other wrapped around my waist so I could feel the hard length of his body, the bite of his zipper. But none of that mattered as he looked down at me, that devil-may-care smile slowly spreading before he kissed me, just a long slow press of lips to reacquaint ourselves.

Because that’d been what it was like lately—always running to and from something, jerked hither and thither by Nance and her machinations. I frowned slightly, my eyes closing as I thought about that. No, she wasn’t gonna live rent free in my head, not here, not now. My hand went to the sharp structure of Lorcan’s face as I felt a heavy weight come to rest against my back, hands trailing along my side. When I opened my eyes, I saw both of them smiling down at me, my mates.

“Time to take, my love,” Zack said.

“You’re still trying to control things,” I said with a shake of my head.

“I like control.” His eyes slide over what he could see of my naked body. “You must like it too, choosing me for your mate.”

So now wasn’t the time to tell him that it was more his insistent need to look after me, his constant support, and his really big dick, was it? I just shook my head and pulled him, then Lorcan down for a kiss. For a moment, I just switched back and forth, tasting one man, then the other, over and over until I grew dizzy with it. When I finally pulled back, I asked, “Why have you still got clothes on?”

They shucked out of them with gratifying haste as the others looked on. It was Micah’s eyes that caught at mine, his normal colour so close to silver, they seemed to burn so much brighter when his beast bled through. Or was it something else? A cruel smile twisted his lips as he caught my attention, and he looked me over with a kind of proprietorial air he had no business having at this point in our relationship. His fangs dug into his bottom lip, making me watch as they scored it before it popped free.

“Now I’m gonna need you to focus,” Lorcan said, turning my face to look at him. “It’s hard enough being