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

“You will,” Micah said, crouching at my feet, watching Declan work me up. “You’ll sleep curled around us, won’t take a step without us. We’re your shadows now, but your pleasure is ours too.” His hand slid up my thighs, thumbs pressing firmly on the weakened muscles, as if it were his grip that kept them strong. “We’ll keep you tied to that bed and string your bliss out over and over, if that’s what it takes. Keep you on your back and gasping until…”

He got to his feet, moving closer, his eyes trained entirely on my lips. “Until you’re ready to step on over us, ready to meet those fucks head-on with those fists.” His hands closed over mine, forming the requisite shape. “That chin tilted up, eyes flashing your challenge.”

His fingers pressed under my jaw, and Micah stared into my eyes for several heartbeats.

“Rinse her off, Dec. I need a taste of that pussy more than I need my next breath.”

I just watched him drop down again, each of us observing the other as Declan’s beard bristled against my neck, kisses running down it. He detached the mobile showerhead from the wall and then directed the spray at my body. Micah didn’t wait until the soap slide free, until he was sure I was clean. He just moved in, holding my gaze the whole time and placing a kiss on my hip before his attention shifted.

“Gonna make you feel good,” Declan rumbled, keeping my body leaned against his as his hands roamed. “Take the pain away, only pleasure.” Then they moved as one and did just that, Declan’s fingers tormenting my nipples, scoring over my torso, Micah shifting between my parted thighs and then licking up.

This, this was me, where I needed to be. The doc had been reluctant, really reluctant to let me go, but I knew I’d be better here. Just as conventionally mated couples felt less pain when touching, they bled mine away, leaving only them. The body I arched against as Micah’s fingers dug into my hips, pulling me close. Declan’s mouth on mine, swallowing my initial pants. His lifting of one of my legs so it was slung over Micah’s shoulder, opening me up for him. Micah’s groan at what he saw.

“Fuck…” he growled, running a finger along my seam. Micah’s eyes flicked up to meet mine, then a grin spread across his face, something that darkened as my lips fell open. He watched every response as he pushed a finger inside me, hooking it up, then when I started to squirm, added another. He pumped them into me, listening to my moans, and then jerked his gaze down and buried his face in me.

My fingers dug into the damp strands of his hair. I wasn’t sure if I was holding him in place or if it was the sexual equivalent of the ‘oh fuck’ handle, because oh fuck indeed. The pain in my body transmuted into the ache in my pelvis, low down and deep, only stoked higher by the rapid thrust of his fingers. I heard Declan chuckle as he saw my body sway and shift, seeking more, less, I didn’t really know, but he decided for me.

“He’s hungry for you,” he mumbled in my ear, nipping the shell. “We all are. Does it feel good? That cunning tongue on your clit, making you come apart. You still make those cute little noises that you always used to make in my car.”

“Declan…”

“Yes, love?”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

So he did, the two of them twisting me around them, stringing me out taut until I couldn’t determine one from the other.

There was only this.

Declan swallowed several of my sobs of pleasure, then pulled away to watch me come apart.

“Get her there,” he snapped at Micah. “Suck her clit, fill her, make her stretch for us.”

“A facsimile of what’s to come?”

Lorcan’s voice was a low purr as he edged in closer, but his hand was moving hard and fast over his cock. As were all of them. I felt them enclose me, my attention narrowing down to this tiny little bubble, Lorcan, Mase, and Zack’s bodies all brushing mine, their panted breaths on my skin. Their moans were mine, and we breathed in the sounds of each other’s pleasure until it all came to a head.

Hands and fingers raked my body, scored my skin. Mouths kissed, sucked, bit. Cocks rubbed, thrust against my flanks. They marked me, owned me, took everything that the interloper had done, tossed it away, and replaced it with them. Their cum hit my skin as my fingers bit down cruelly on Micah’s scalp, but he just worked his face deeper in me, licking, sucking every reaction until finally I burst.

“Yes…” someone, all of them hissed, I couldn’t tell. I went limp, falling back into their arms as the fire lit within.

They held me as I squirmed, as I screamed, as my cunt snapped down hard on Micah’s fingers, half of my cries an alert that this wasn’t enough. I needed more, them, each one of their knots shoved in hard, my fangs in their flesh. Instead, I was carried about by Micah’s frantic tongue, pushing me for more, more, more, even as I felt I couldn’t.

But I did, still shivering with those electrical pulses when Micah pulled back, eyes pure silver, a snarl on his face. He spun me around, my body limp, plastered against the tile as he poured shower gel into his hand then slapped it on his dick.

“Need to mark you,” he growled in my ear, something that drew disgruntled sounds from my pack. “Want to bury myself in you. Make you mine!”

His dick wedged itself against my arse, in no danger of sliding anywhere I didn’t want it, but that bit of friction seemed to drive him nuts.

“Fuck… Tell me to stop, to fuck off. Tell me to jerk one off in my hand.”

But I didn’t, did I? Because as he pushed me against the