Come Out Swinging (Reach for the Moon Book 2)

by Sam Hall

  So I did.

  Chapter 14

  It was right about now I hated my father and my town. I settled back on my heels, not letting my hand leave Aidan’s skin. His hand tightened over mine, keeping it pressed there, as if worried I’d slip away. I couldn’t help but wonder how this would have all gone, if the town had accepted I was a nix. Instead of being expected to make a life-changing decision at eighteen, would that have been just the start? Would I have been like human girls, having sexual experiences on my own schedule, reaching for people when I felt the pull of attraction, only going as far as I felt comfortable, with the only concern from my family being around my safety?

  And would I have chosen Aidan to explore that? My eyes ran over his body, unable to pull them away from those hard planes of muscle until I forced myself to. I looked down at Mason, who watched us, sleepy eyed.

  “I can go—” he started to say.

  “No,” I replied.

  “You want to know if there’s some kind of connection there.” He tilted his head towards Aidan.

  “I need to know.”

  “Then explore, baby.” His eyes slid to Aidan. “You treat her good though. You think you can push her—”

  “I don’t want to push her." Aidan said the words passionately, then flushed when he realised what he was saying. Mason and I stared at him, silently reminding him just how much he’d pushed. His arm shot out, hooking around my waist and dragging me close, where he held me but a breath away. “I know I have. I fucked up. I—”

  I pressed my fingers to his lips, not wanting or needing to hear it right now. “Shh… This doesn’t mean anything’s forgiven and forgotten. You’ve been pushy, a prick, and irrespective of what your dad said, you had a choice.” Confusion reigned in his eyes as I stroked my palm across his cheek, feeling that abrupt bone structure. “You could have treated me well, empathised with my position, and seen more than just your lust.” My other hand slid down, skating past his chest, his lean abs, until I had the aching centre of him, heavy and hard, between my fingers.

  “So that’s what this will be,” I promised. “Lust. All my fucking life, I had people telling me what to do, who to choose, when to choose. Well right now, I’m making the dumb choice.” His teeth locked down tight as I swivelled my hand up and down his length, muffled groans sneaking past them. “Touching the wrong man, the one I shouldn’t.” Something flashed hard in his eyes, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, his fingers closed around mine, squeezing his cock hard by proxy, forcing my pace to quicken until I jerked them free.

  “You don’t get to control this.” I shoved him away so Aidan lay back on the bed, a veritable feast laid out for me. “You don’t get to control me. There’s no memories here, no obligations. If you stay here, if you permit this, I’m going to use you. For pleasure, for curiosity…” An idea came to me as I spoke, so foreign, I fell silent for a second. “Just for shits and giggles. Because you’re hot and beautiful and I want to touch you, and for once, I’d be doing so with someone who isn’t drowning me in memories.”

  “You want something strange,” Aidan drawled, a devil-may-care smile rising.

  “Fuck yeah, I do. So are you up for it?”

  He rested there on his elbows, and I reckon he knew what a picture that made of his massive, well muscled body. His cock jumped under my inspection, as if he could feel my gaze on his skin.

  “I’m up for whatever you’ve got.” His eyes slid sideways to Mason. “That’s how it works, doesn’t it? You need, we provide. If all I can give you is a blank slate, then write your need across my skin.” His grin became feral. “Show me what you’ve got.”

  For a moment, I paused, wondering if I had bitten off more than I could chew. Where did I…? How would I…? Mason seemed to see this, getting to his knees and sliding behind me, holding me in his arms and moving his lips to my ear.

  “You want him?” he whispered. I nodded sharply. “So what do you want to try first? Don’t think, not this time. Just feel. Reach out and slide your hand across his body, and he will be thanking Mother Moon herself for her bounty.”

  And as if to provide an incentive, he slapped his hand across my arse, making me spin around with a hiss.

  “I’m having a shower and you’re gonna slake whatever you’ve got left with him, because when you’re done, we’re sleeping. They’re calling a town hall meeting in the morning about the fights. You need to be fresh for that.”

  And true to his word, he left, so it was just me, Aidan, and my thoughts.

  This probably wasn’t how he thought it would start, me tracing the vein that ran along the top of his foot. Aidan had nice feet, well-shaped, big but not lumpy. His skin felt warm as I branched out, flattening my hand against it, feeling the curve of the top until it met his ankle. He watched me move with glittering eyes, just waiting as I grew bolder and traced the muscles in his calves, spreading them further apart as I crawled up. The hair thinned the higher I got up, and my fingers stopped to revel in the super smoothness of his inner thigh, just stroking my fingertips up and down until he let out a low moan. He spread his thighs wide, knees bent, so both sides were easy to access, something that made me smile.

  “You’re driving me fucking nuts,” he growled out. “I ache so much.”

  “What aches? This?” I grazed a finger across his balls.

  “Goddess, fuck, yes, there. My cock, my balls, every damn part of me… Uh!”

  I relented, dropping to my hands and knees around his hips, taking his cock in hand, and then running my tongue up the length of it.

  “Oh, god, fuck, yes…”

  It all came out as rapid pants as I traced the crown with my tongue. His hips flexed, trying to force his length down my throat, but I pulled away, patiently waiting for him to relax again before licking him like an ice cream. He’d been babbling nonsense, his hands resting oh so lightly on my skull as I underlined every considerable inch of him, but when I took him in my mouth, he began to speak in tongues.

  “Oh fuck… Yes, yes! So good, my—I… You…”

  It all fell away to groans as I circled the base of his cock, squeezing up and down as I sucked. His dick flexed in my mouth, not yet ready to come but getting impossibly harder as I got faster and faster until…

  He yanked me off him, leaving me staring bleary-eyed as he fought for control, his breath coming in rapid pants.

  “Does this work both ways?” he growled out. “Do I get to give my own lust free rein?”

  “What are you thinking?” I asked when I recovered my wits.

  “I want what Micah had when he came into my office smelling of you. I want you riding my face, smothering me with that sweet pussy. I want to bury my face in it, so that all I can smell, taste, and breathe is you. When you kick me out of here, when I go home and get ready for work, return to my fucking office and meetings and all the other bullshit I fill my life with, I want what he had—the scent and the taste of you so deep, nothing else matters.”

  He reached for me, and my body moved of its own accord, my thighs straddling his face.

  “But what about—?”

  “Shut up and come here,” he replied.

  My hands slapped down on the bedroom wall the minute his tongue slid between my folds. He didn’t bother with preliminaries, just pulled me down hard against his face and then dug in greedily. I dripped into his mouth, crying out my pleasure to the bricks as he devoured me, sliding his tongue up into me, tracing every crevice with the tip. His fingers wedged in, making lewd sounds as my slick seeped, when he flicked his tongue across my clit. I was already sensitive from being with Mason, so Aidan’s onslaught just reminded me of the pleasure I’d felt and promised a ton more. Finally, he pulled away, gasping.

  “I want you to come,” he said. I was in full agreeance with that demand, feeling the twitch inside me at just the thought. His hand slid up my thigh, as if drawn deeper. “Then I want to put you on all fours and fuck you until you come again.”

  I coul
d see his face glistening with my slick, his fingers seeking my core. I nodded, because what else was I going to do? He grinned as I shuffled forward, ready for another onslaught, but that brilliant expression faded as I arched back in the darkness, feeling my limbs pass through the night air as his hold anchored me down upon him, then he buried his face in me.

  I was dancing in the gloom, swaying under Aidan’s ministrations, my whole body reaching, reaching, but for what? My thighs tensed around his face, clamping down around him, and he just groaned his pleasure at that. For a split second, I worried about his ability to breathe, but he didn’t. He carried me along with his tongue and fingers, destroying me with ecstasy and making me something new. My eyes opened, seeing the shadows in the room as the first ripples tore through me.

  My hands clawed at the wall, digging into the bricks, my whole body twitching and jerking in response to his ministrations. It started slow and sultry and then exploded out. My cunt clamped down around his fingers, strangling them inside me, while my pants came in short, sharp sequences, one for each wave. I cried out, to Aidan, to the Mother, to fuck knows what as I clawed at the bare bricks, and then, just as it had come, it all washed away.

  I was loose-limbed and liquid when Aidan moved me off him, falling down on my hands and knees, barely able to keep myself upright, but that was OK. He joined me there, and I felt the rapid shift of his body, the press of his taut against my lax, the smack of his hand down on my butt as the other notched him against me.

  “Tell me you want me,” he growled out, his beast riding him hard. “Tell me you want me, this.” He stabbed his cock in just an inch, just enough to make me feel the stretch and long for more. “Tell me this is right—right for now.”

  I dimly heard his amended words, but I didn’t get a chance to dwell on them. I pushed back, taking him inch by delicious inch, feeling him force me open, until finally, I bumped against his knot. That sent a flare of pleasure through my clit, so I did it again and again, his hands going to my shoulders, not hurrying me but slowing things down until every down stroke was a long, grinding thing.

  He was teasing me with his knot, I realised. Not trying to force it in or make me take it, but taunting me with it. His hand stopped me from pulling back too fast, from working him in and out of me as I knew I had to. His grip tightened and his strokes slowed, pushing up hard inside me, rubbing against the spot that clenched tight. Then he shifted slightly forward, making me feel the way my body parted for him.

  The way it could part further.

  “Fuck…” he gasped. “You should see…”

  I didn’t need to see, I could feel it. My body had ideas my mind hadn’t even considered, fluttering wildly as if to suck him in deeper. To feel that intense stretch as his knot lodged in deep, those short, desperate strokes when he did, both of us needing the friction but that great lump making it impossible.

  “Aidan.”

  I was dimly aware of a voice coming from somewhere in the room, but I couldn’t pay it any attention. My focus was completely caught by him.

  “Baby, you’re stretching around me, opening up for me.” Aidan’s voice was complete awe. “You’re gonna take me!”

  “Aidan!”

  My head was hanging between my shoulders, pants coming thick and fast, a primal urge riding me along with Aidan. Push back…take him… my instincts whispered, sibilant and insistent. I groaned as I did just that, slamming my hips back against his, feeling him slip slowly deeper.

  “Jesus fucking Christ! You do not knot her!”

  “She wants it, needs it. You can see that. Look at her!”

  “She hasn’t given her consent!”

  “But…”

  Suddenly, I was agonisingly empty, the cool air rushing in to all the places where Aidan had been, but hands grabbed me, turned me over, and laid me down on the bed.

  “Fucking hell, Aidan! That is a privilege, not a right. She has to decide to take you, decide to bite you, to accept you into her heart and…”

  “And?” Aidan bit back, but when I opened my eyes and rolled over, I saw that anger and pain warred within him, then pain won out. “I didn’t mean… She just…” His eyes met mine, glowing like the full moon in the sky. “I wasn’t trying to force you. You just felt so good, so hot, and I…I let my instincts get the better of me.”

  But I wasn’t hearing much of that as I shifted on the bed. I’d been so close to something, but what was it? I’d been lying there, my body still wrapping me tight in the afterglow of the pleasure I’d been experiencing, but that had been yanked away.

  “Baby…” My shoulders were lifted up, and I ended across Mason’s lap, his hand smoothing down my torso. “You’re still needing?”

  The question was gentle but somehow hit me like a ton of bricks. I squirmed on the bed, feeling it now, that ache Aidan had teased to life but not appeased. Mason’s eyes flicked up, hardening as he took in Aidan.

  “She gave you this, something precious. An opportunity to just experience without consequences, and you tried to make it something else.”

  “There was no fucking trying! You said yourself, you can’t hold back from her. I could feel her sucking me in deeper—”

  “Don’t. Don’t do that,” Mason snarled at the other man, making me all the more restless. Those sounds, those tones, they felt so wrong right now. “Baby, I’ll call the boys. They’ll be ‘round here in minutes to help you out, finish things off, and then you can sleep. Or I can—”

  “No!”

  My growl overrode all of theirs as I launched myself at Aidan, throwing him down on the bed and then clambering on top. His eyes went wide for a second, but we moved as one, angling our bodies so he could slide home again.

  “Paige…”

  Mason’s voice was insistent but faded away into the night, easily disregarded now the flames inside me had come roaring back. I needed Aidan, needed that steady throbbing presence within, needed him spearing deep, my hips working faster and faster, the time he spent pulling out shorter and shorter. I ached, twitched, and jerked above him, feeling that itch so deep, only he could scratch it. Mason kept trying to interfere, giving a full-throated snarl, and the snap of my teeth was the only thing that had him scuttling back. But he didn’t relent, my beta mate, crawling on the bed behind me, holding me in his arms as another man ruthlessly ploughed me, his teeth on my neck, his brutal grip fighting the natural rhythm that beat inside me.

  “Close…” Aidan gasped out. “So close!”

  And so was I. Mason’s arms went to iron, Aidan’s fingers digging into my hips as he tried to push home, force me to take his knot, while my cunt twitched wildly, trying to draw him in deeper, but Mason held me in a stranglehold as my orgasm washed through me. I cried out, from pleasure, from pain, from the deep and abiding sense of missing something important, but how was that true? Tears filled my eyes, running down my cheeks as our bodies finally stilled.

  “You did something to her!” Mason pulled me clear, dragging me into his lap and hunching over me like an animal does its prey. “This isn’t the way it goes. Paige doesn’t just let a guy knot her with barely a by your leave.”

  “It felt right,” Aidan shot back, his own eyes streaming. “It felt more right than anything I’ve ever felt in my miserable fucking life, and you stopped it!”

  “Why?” Mason’s voice was low and deadly.

  “Because you’re a vengeful, possessive fuck! Because you can’t stand to see her happy, so you disrespect her in front of the whole fucking town. Because you could never give all of yourself to a woman like her.”

  “You couldn’t be more fucking wrong. I’m gonna watch her knot and claim other men, and I’ll be honoured for that opportunity. If she cares for someone so much, she wants to make them hers for eternity, wants to join her heart to theirs, I’m there for it. Bind herself to them. Commit to them. Have their children.” I clawed at Mason, needing to get closer to him now, even as I was caged in his arms.

  “That’s wha
t I fucking want. It’s all I fucking want…” Aidan sounded heartbroken.

  “Why? What is it that you love about her? You want her, need her, that makes sense, but you have to love her to bind yourself to her.”

  I had a front row seat to watching Aidan’s face fall, and when it did, it felt like a fog cleared from my brain. It all rushed in—the well used feel of my body, the ache inside me of taking big dick hard and deep before I was ready. The last vestiges of whatever drew me to Aidan washed through me like some kind of warning.

  “Fuck…” Aidan breathed, looking at me in horror as he crawled off the bed, yanking on his clothes. “What did they do? What the fuck did they do?”

  Mason didn’t relax until the other man had bolted out the door, then his hand went to the phone he’d left on the bedside table.

  “Dec. Yep, I know. I need a pickup.”

  I was shaking when I got back inside the alpha residence, all the way up the stairs until I got into the shower. Mason tried to steer me towards the bedroom, but I shook my head, needing the steam and the hot water to wash everything away and just leave me. What was left shook like I’d just experienced a near miss of fatal proportions, the need to take Aidan’s knot this alien shadow in my mind. I burrowed down under the covers, bodies rolling over to cover mine as soon as I did, and the deep proprioceptive feedback helped to ground me somewhat. I reached out, a tendril beneath a fall of rocks, seeking Mason’s hand and finding it instinctively.

  “Thanks,” I said in a very small voice.

  “Of course, love. Now try and sleep.”

  Chapter 15

  I woke up in pain.

  “Paige…” The voice was gentle at first, easy to ignore, but when I burrowed back down under the blankets, it grew more insistent. They peeled them back from over my head, pulling me out of my cocoon forcibly.

  “What?” I snapped finally, flopping onto my back and blinking as I saw Mason hovering over me. His expression softened, and he placed a steaming cup of coffee and some toast on the bedside table.