Come Out Swinging (Reach for the Moon Book 2)

by Sam Hall

  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 in a room with all of this other dick, but when you’re with me, I need your eyes on mine.” Obediently, my eyes dropped down, taking in the pale beauty of Lorcan’s body, following the trail of his tattoos. His eyes slid past my shoulders, hardening slightly. “So let’s see if you can take orders as well as give them. You make her feel good as she rides my dick.”

  “We’re not fucking today,” Zack said.

  “And I’m not putting my dick in her, even though every inch of me aches to do just that.” His eyes slid to meet mine. “She’s gonna work that pretty pussy up and down my cock, coat me with her slick, jerk me off with those little pink petals, and grind her clit against me until we both burst.” He said dirty fucking words, but his finger trailed down the side of my face, his tone soft, like he was reciting love sonnets or something. “And you? You’ll work those pretty tits, maybe tease that arse she’s so reluctant to hand over.”

  I stared into Lorcan’s eyes, able to see every fucking thing he described, which had me moving restlessly. My eyes flicked to the chair behind him, and he followed them, smiling smugly when he saw what caught my eye.

  “Need lube then,” Zack said finally.

  “In the bag with the food.” My eyebrow jerked up at that, but he just shrugged. “Saw some at the shop and figured it didn’t hurt to be prepared. Of course, you could just make her slick with your tongue.”

  My eyes went wide, but he just grabbed my hand and pulled me over as he flopped back down on the armchair, my knees going to either side of his muscular thighs as a low groan of satisfaction rumbled in Lorcan’s chest.

  “Fuck, I’ve needed your skin on mine.”

  His hands went to my hips, drawing me down until my cunt fitted over his cock, and his eyes fixed on that, the way we slotted together. Then those curious eyes rolled up, that familiar twist of a smile forming then faltering when I moved. Just a little movement, but I did just as he said, coating him with my slick, and his breath started to come faster as a result. But that wasn’t his focus, it was me as his palm snaked down from my neck, down the centre of my body, caressing and claiming all of me.

  “How the fuck did I get so bloody lucky? How are you mine? I wish I’d seen the Mother too…” His words trailed away as I ground harder, the blunt friction sending shivers up my spine. I watched his jaw tighten, then release. “I’d fucking fall at her feet in gratitude.”

  I leant forward, because I had to. It made the angle better, and I could feel his long hard length more, tantalising me, making me ache inside for more. This no sex thing… But mostly, it was to put my arms either side of my savagely sweet lover, to feel his breath on my skin, his lips on mine, his hands on my hips, working me faster as our lips clashed, sucking the gasps from each other.

  The click of the lube cap alerted me to Zack’s presence, followed by a hand on my shoulder, squeezing the muscle there before sliding down my spine. That was replaced by his mouth. I could feel the press of Zack’s body as he kissed my shoulder and scored it with his teeth, an echo of the way I’d claimed him as my mate. But he was about ready to claim something else, following the fluid waves of my body as I moved, my pace picking up at their touch. I stilled the moment I felt something cold and slick pressing against me, then Lorcan grabbed my chin, dragging my eyes down to meet his, that smile back.

  “It’s OK,” he crooned. “It’s just different. No one’s gonna hurt you.” And it didn’t. Lorcan’s hips bucked upwards when my cunt started to twitch, sending a wash of slick over him. “No,” he said between kisses and dark smiles, “it doesn’t hurt at all.”

  But it felt…odd. Uncomfortable and yet not uncomfortable, it sent a stab of pleasure through me, made my clit that much more sensitive when I worked myself against Lorcan in earnest now. My strokes were shorter, stuttering as my body warred, feeling the slick circle of Zack’s finger and then an insistent pressure, demanding entrance.

  “Oh!”

  “There it is,” Lorcan said, stroking my hair, looking strangely proud. “It’s driving me nuts, not being able to see. I want this at some point
, love. Me, you, and one of these boys you’ve got panting after you. We’ll lock you tight and drive you fucking nuts with how full we’ll make you feel.”

  Couldn’t he tell I was already going nuts? My clit was already sensitised from Dec’s tongue and beard, and grinding on Lorcan was just making it more so. I needed him as I felt the head of his cock catch on the mouth of my cunt on the downstroke, threatening to slide in and almost doing so before pushing past to rub my clit. My mind was torn between the two, wanting the hard grind but needing him in me.

  So I got both, sort of.

  “Take a deep breath,” Zack rumbled, and Lorcan smiled, like he knew what was coming—me, him, and Zack’s fingers. One pushed inside my arse, feeling weird, weird… Oh! Lorcan took my lips as my head dropped down, trying to process the sensation, and his hands went to my hips and worked me along his cock, forcing me back on Zack’s finger, feeling him spread me open in way more detail than vaginally.

  “That’s it, baby,” came Zack’s reassuring rumble, the same voice that talked me through a tough manoeuvre or got me to reach for one more rep. “You’re gonna take us so well. We’ll train you, tease you, make you feel so good…”

  But they already were. My breath came out 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 down at me. Mason went to push my hair back, but his hand froze, his eyes wide and staring.

  This was wrong. Mason Klein did not look at me like this, never. Not like the secrets of the world could be discovered in my eyes, not like he couldn’t bring himself to do anything else, even as the guys began to move around us. But I couldn’t look at them either, caught on the spike of Mason’s eyes.

  There was this internet thing that claimed if you stare into someone’s eyes for four minutes, you’ll fall in love with them. It was probably bullshit of course, and I didn’t know how long we stared, because time, the room, the guys, the world seemed to stop. I’d ripped Mason from the jaws of the giant wolf I’d seen, but I hadn’t really had time to process that, to process anything. Well, now I got it.

  My eyes traced every little detail of his face—the wave of his hair as it pulled back from his forehead, the stubble that grazed his chin, the sharp slice of those devastating cheekbones, seeming to arrow down on lips too full, too plush for a man, and yet they were his. They’d be soft when I kissed him, and my tongue flicked out to moisten my own dead dry ones, almost able to taste it. I followed the broken line of his nose, those imperiously cocked eyebrows, but it was his eyes that caught me.

  Mason loved me, but that was really hard to take. Sure, I’d heard him say it, felt him communicate it with his body, but… I coul
dn’t even form a response because I’d told myself no, no, no too many times before, but with no other distractions, I couldn’t get past it. He was here, he was holding me in his arms after watching me cavort with several other men, but he held me like I was the most precious thing in the world.

  “You know,” he said softly, harder for anyone else to hear but me. “You can feel it.”

  “Do I?” My eyes dropped down. “It bears repeating, seriously.”

  “I love you.” I wasn’t drunk this time, so the words hit me like a slap to the face. “I’ll always love you. I loved that young woman who put herself on the line and offered her heart to me.”

  “Only for you to stomp on it,” I growled out.

  “I loved you when you were gone, trying to pretend you didn’t exist at first, then watching the videos Adam showed me, feeling the knife twist in my guts when I did. I loved the girl that drove all night to come home, despite not wanting to. The girl who stepped up, held a vigil for her father, who commanded us to order, who accepted and worked with what she was as she discovered.”

  “Which you didn’t,” I said, catching his eyes for a second, but I couldn’t hold them. It was too intense, too personal. Before, I’d been protected by a haze of tequila, but I had nothing now. Nothing but us.

  “Which I didn’t. I’m a dick, Zack will tell you.”

  “Fuck, yeah,” the man himself replied.

  “He always saw things clearer than me. He’s the mate you need, the one who sees you, sees what you are, what you’re gonna become, and shepherds you towards that, walking by your side. It’s why I let…him take me, that wolf. He demanded a price for what we have, and I could pay it. It’s all I’ve got to offer you, Paige. I can’t take back the words, the bullshit, the—”

  “But I want something quite different now.”

  We all spun around, the guys swearing as the darkness in the room seemed to multiply exponentially, the artificial lights fighting to illuminate anything. Micah’s beast seemed to ride him harder than any of us, and there was always something a little feral about him, which just seemed to have grown. That same lazy swagger, those same bright eyes against his deep brown skin, his hair half obscuring his face, his grin bright and full of sharp teeth. But it was the shadow behind him that got our hackles up. The outline of a wolf formed on the hotel wall, growing bigger and bigger as he ambled closer.