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

that, but this was more desperate, more immediate. Something inside me thrashed and writhed, reaching out, reaching for…

The prickle on my skin let me know what was coming, but it wasn’t me, not yet. Instead, with every stroke, every gasp, every moan from the guys surrounding me, something inside me swelled. Beyond bodies responding to the delicious friction we were creating, there was this. Like a tide coming in that kept on coming, the wave rose, a great body, but not of water, of power. My eyes flicked open at that realisation, looking up at Mason as I swallowed his cock and seeing his eyes, everyone’s eyes, shining bright, bright silver. Like the moon. I’d always thought Mother Moon and all the stories I’d heard growing up were just quaint folk tales, but now? Whatever this was, whatever I was, there was a reason we’d been wise to be careful around sex, because we were like a tinderbox being struck again and again.

Setting us on fire.

Mason lit first, panting my name between bitten off breaths, his hips still, his cock swelling, and my tongue flickered like a snake along his length right as he exploded. I swallowed, him, his cum, working hard to get it down before it all came spilling out. When he yanked free, I gasped for air, cum spattering over the bedspread.

But his wasn’t the only load to land there. Increasingly frenzied groans that matched my own filled the room, and my eyes slid sideways at the most desperate. Declan’s fangs were down, his face a savage mask as he wrapped his hand brutally around his knot, right before he erupted. Each shot of his cum burned like cold fire on my skin, punctuated by the sounds of his pants.

“Paige…!” Lorcan ground out my name, his cum shooting through the air and landing across my back like a lash, then my head twisted sideways to see a almost mad-looking Zack do the same.

“That’s it…” Micah crooned, stroking his hand up and down my back, rubbing the mess into my skin, but when he was done, his focus on bringing this to its natural conclusion redoubled. He slammed into me now, harder and harder, and my body just seemed to bloom under this terrible pace, my mouth unable to close from all the groans that escaped me. My cunt clutched around him, as if to hold him still or draw him deeper, so he went for the later. I met him stroke for stroke, head hanging now, just needing that little bit more.

Well, I got a whole lot more than that, didn’t I?

His strokes stopped as his body pressed against mine, only a small gap maintained by his knot, but my body wouldn’t accept that. I let out a long moan as I felt myself part, as I felt him wedge in deeper, as I stretched so fucking tight around him. Someone’s fingers worked my clit so it felt like the most intense, most perfect of pleasures. Tears ran down my cheeks as his knot finally popped inside, pressed up hard against the exact spot I needed it.

“One more,” Micah said gently, stroking me like you would a frightened animal. “One more, and you take your first step towards your heritage.”

I didn’t know what he wanted, but the thread of steel in his voice made it so I needed to try anyway. I moved slowly, gingerly, only able to manage the most shallow of thrusts, while my skin felt too tight, unable to contain the power for much longer. Perhaps because I wasn’t supposed to.

“Beautiful girl.” I felt Micah’s body plastered against mine, his voice in my ear. “The most splendid daughter of the moon. And mine.” The edge came back to his voice, a hungry, needy thing, which was fine because I was too. Instinctively, I bared my neck, performing the most vulnerable gesture a wolf could. He could lash out and rip my throat out, but as his teeth set against my skin, he bit down.

“Micah!” Zack said belatedly, shaking himself free from the spell, but it was too late.

One, two, three, I felt the jerks of my body almost absently as what I was started to rise above it. My awareness spread out over the darkening landscape, detecting infinite human and inhuman consciousness as I sped over it, a shadowy presence. But it was one that drew me like an arrow from a bow, over hills and through forests, down long winding roads, past sheep and cattle before we came to his place. I slammed down through the roof of a large, well-made house, down corridors and through doors until I found him. He stared at the mirror in the bathroom, blank eyed and impassive until me. I seeped into him like water through cracks, past the heavy weight of my aunt’s power. I wasn’t going to blast it away because then she’d know and double down on her sins. Instead, I snuck through the defences she’d slapped upon Aidan, digging down, down to the core that I now knew belonged to me.

Aidan was mine, and no one was going to take him from me.

A seed was deposited, deep, deep inside him where Nance would never think to check, cocky in her success as she was. It was a small thing, but it would grow slowly.

Until we returned.

Chapter 24

“What the…” I felt Micah roll off me, everyone falling down on the bed. “What the fuck did I do?”

“You have a mate,” Zack said grimly. “I take from this you weren’t in the driver’s seat.”

“I…”

I rolled over and saw my newest mate was sitting up on the bed, looking at me wide-eyed. Those strong hands, that could be curled into devastating fists, shook now as they reached out for me. I jumped when his fingers touched my still bleeding mark, which made him jerk them back. I caught them midway and placed them back on my wet skin, feeling a long, deep shiver go through