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

in sobs, matched only by Lorcan’s. “You getting close?” he asked in an unsteady tone. “Fuck, your pussy, your slick… Rub it on my cock, baby. Come all over me.”

It felt like my body had been kept in this high key state, but as soon as I heard the ‘c’ in come, I felt it. My body obeyed his command as my eyes jerked up to stare into his, seeing a mirror of my own devastation. His breath was ragged, our strokes truncated before Zack pressed his spare hand to my hip and pushed another finger in.

“Unh!” An inarticulate sound ground out of me as I felt it—burn, stretch, pull away and bear down harder, slick, hard, and then that rapid prickle of pleasure. My orgasm came so much harder and faster now. It had already been summoned, so it wasn’t difficult for it to return. My back cracked as I arched backwards, needing every bit of contact with my guys as everything exploded. I felt Lorcan’s cum splash across his abs right as my pussy clamped down, distressingly empty. But my clit, it throbbed so much more intensely, sending waves upon waves of pleasure shooting through me until I was forced to jerk backwards, unable to stand any more contact.

Zack caught me, turning me around as he reached down to grab a T-shirt to clean his fingers off with. He pushed me back against Lorcan, the other man catching me in his arms and nuzzling into my neck as he fought to catch his breath. Zack followed me down, hand slamming down on the top of the chair, his hips angling down until I felt his cock dragging through my sensitive folds. Movement had my eyes flicking up to see Mason and Micah standing at the back of the chair, looking down at us like silent, almost sinister witnesses. If I squinted my eyes, I could almost see a shadowy shape behind them, but I didn’t get to focus on that as the head of Zack’s cock brushed against my clit.

It started soft, gentle, in deference to my overheated state, but he couldn’t hold himself back for long, his eyes meeting mine as he began to spear through my slick folds.

“Fuck, Paige,” he groaned. “Feels like forever since we’ve been together.”

I hated that that was true, that I’d been laid up in bed, healing from Nance’s brutality or trying to work out what the fuck she’d done, rather than consolidating this. Him, me, us, all of us. We were a pack, but we’d been spending our time being amateur sleuths. Lupindorf was family, all the bullshit, generations of it, and I was done with that. I wanted this, them. I wanted my future. I pulled him closer, feeling the head of his cock breaching me as his mouth smashed against mine, and only wanting him deeper.

“Don’t rut her, son of Janet.”

We jerked apart, our necks craning upwards to take in the source of the words, but both Mason and Micah just stood there, eyes shining. Zack’s cock slipped free obediently, but it began to move much faster and harder against me.

“Pour your divine lust into the Mother’s vessel,” Micah said, that cruel smile growing sharper. “Mark her with your seed. Cover her with all of your needs, wants, and desires. Feed her your power.”

“What the fuck?” Zack ground out, but his hips moved spasmodically and we both felt it—the sharp spike of desire stabbing deeper and deeper inside us.

We should have pulled away, stopped this, worked out what the hell was going on, but we were caught up in this spell just as much as they were. The hum grew louder and louder, Declan getting to his feet to take a spot at the back of the chair, and something in the air crackled as we helplessly raced closer. Their eyes were as alien and as remote as moons, watching me come apart with a predator’s eye.

Chapter 23

Micah held out a hand for me, waiting for me to take it, for the guys to fall away. As I stepped closer, he looked me up and down with a hungry smile.

“My goddess,” he said, “wreathed in the devotions of her mates. You buzz with their power.” And as he mentioned it, I realised I did, something that only increased at his and Mason’s contact. I was pulled against Micah’s body, his nose digging into my neck as my mate, my first choice from all those years ago, moved restlessly. “But you need more. We need more. Helpless at your feet, what can we do but need?”

“You don’t seem all that helpless to me,” I said, looking back over my shoulder. “You also don’t seem like Micah.”

He laughed, low and dirty, something that vibrated all the way through me, making my body tense and my cunt twitch.

“And how would you know?”

That was fair. What did I know of Micah? Our knowledge of each other was largely physical. From fighting at the gym, to tearing into each other in the enforcer’s quarters, to him on his knees before me in the shower, he was a man of action, seeming to want to show me who he was through them rather than words. Which made all the ones coming from him right now confusing.

“But what of your long-awaited lover? He’s touched by the Father now, as all of us will be.”

“What?” I frowned, trying to spin around and ask questions, but he held me in place with a surprisingly tight grip. A too strong grip.

“Questions later, so much later. When we’re all exhausted and collapsed onto the bed, tangled in each other, you can whisper your questions to the night and it’ll answer.”

“Why does that sound like a prophecy?”

“I can tell you those too, if you ask me quick, before the darkness comes, but now, this.”

He pushed me forward, Mason’s arms snatching me up and pulling me close. I had so many things to ask, but that all died when he looked