Come Out Swinging (Reach for the Moon Book 2) by Sam Hall (readict books .TXT) 📗

with my thigh, resting it on his shoulder. I cupped his head in my hand and drew him closer.

“She didn’t have a cunt, the Moon Maiden,” Micah told me as his hands went up to anchor me where I was, to keep me spread open for him. “She was as smooth and as seamless as an egg.” Those odd eyes slid along my thigh, taking in my wet folds before running a finger along them, collecting my slick and putting his finger in his mouth and sucking it clean. “We tore at her, chewed at her, forced our way in when she couldn’t give us one.”

The kiss he laid on my inner thigh surprised me, and my fingers tangled within his hair.

“The daughter that came from our union, from me and my brothers’ seed, she was like you.” He watched his finger sink inside me, and I panted, the intrusion somehow feeling insanely intimate. “The source of the world, where we come from, where we are always scrambling to get back to.” Another finger was pushed in for a few experimental strokes before a third joined it, my spine twitching at the stretch. His eyes met mine, full of deadly intensity now. “My daughter, my lover, my mate.” They darted to take in the guys, who’d clustered in closer. “We make her ours tonight, brothers. No need to chase this time. A nix holds the allure of a goddess, the fangs of a wolf, and the taste of pure honey.”

I felt them, their touches and their kisses on my skin, as Micah or whatever rode him buried his face in me, but it was Mason’s lips on my neck teasing me to life. Somehow, I was caught between that—a gentleness and a savagery and that felt perfectly right. I heard Micah growl when I dug my fingers in his hair, grabbing a handful and pulling it tight. When I’d applied what must be painful pressure, he drew back, his face glistening in the gloom.

“We just need a taste,” he said, almost in a whine. “We carry it with us, always needing more.”

His lips became a snarl, his fangs gleaming as he pulled against my grip, harder and harder until I relented and he dove back in, licking, sucking, devouring me in a messy frenzy, turning the brutal tension up until I was fucking screaming. That seemed to be what he was waiting for. He scooped me up, not even a tremor in those arms, before throwing me down on the bed.

“Hands and knees,” he said, the crack of his voice making my body move on automatic. “Just like we did the first time.”

A thumb stroked the tight knot of my arse right as his cock nudged into my aching cunt. No one protested when he pushed the head in, teasing me with it until I begged for more.

“We need to mark her, brothers, claim her as ours. With our teeth, with our seed, with our blood. She’s ours.” The last came out as little more than a snarl.

I felt the bed dip as each one of them got close, but it was Mason who tipped my head up with one hand and guided his cock between my lips with the other. My throat felt curiously elastic, expanding to take more of his length than I would have thought possible, to the sound of the others stroking their cocks. Then Micah and Mason pushed in. My body fought it because Micah was insanely thick and Mason instinctively wanted to go deep, but as they fought their way in, something inside me settled. I could see her, that blind eyed goddess, watching me writhe between my mates, catching everything and nothing, and somehow, this felt like where I was supposed to be. My hips flexed, forcing Micah that slight bit deeper, a low growl forming in his throat as his thumb worked my lubed crease.

“That’s it, that’s our girl.”

And then, we moved.

It probably would have looked like I was being dominated right now to anyone who stumbled in, but the odd thing was they were completely at my mercy. I could feel the throb of their cocks as I moved forward, swallowing Mason or pushing back and sinking down on Micah. Their fingers bit down on my hips and my scalp, but they didn’t try to hinder me in any way.

“Take your pleasure, little goddess,” Micah said. “Take ours too.”

And I was. I felt so fucking full, the persistent feeling of emptiness I’d suffered this evening completely eradicated, especially when Micah pushed his thumb in. It was a feeling I ran towards, pushing back, pushing forward, harder, faster. It was difficult work as my body fought both of them, struggling to cope with their lengths and girths, but the glorious fucking feeling was its own reward. My thighs spread farther and my head tipped to just the right angle to let them in deeper.

“That’s it. We’re as much a part of you as you are us. We fuse, little goddess, that’s what we did, what we do. When we tore the Moon Maiden apart, we took what she was inside us and fused with her. She became us and we became her until she was restored by her mother, full as the moon herself with our daughter. The first wolf shifter was a woman, the mother of us all—an ulva. From her came all the other wolf shifters, more sons than daughters, and they ran their mates to the ground as well, fused with her, filled her with their seed, and the cycle continued. But that cycle was broken, made neat and acceptable to the Christian humans, aping their pair bonding in a way that we were never meant to. What our daughter was became demonised, an impure, unclean thing.”

I couldn’t focus on his words, but I saw pictures in my mind as I was caught up by the song of my body. What he was saying was important, I could feel