Beyond Addiction (28 page)

Then she lifted her head, licked her lips, smiled wickedly—and brought her hand down on Trix’s exposed clit in a single stinging slap.

Trix shattered—there was no other word for the shock of it. If she’d had the breath, she might have screamed, but instead she tensed and shook as the shock gave way to pulsing bliss, to a heat that rolled out from her core in heavy waves.

Finn held her through it, murmuring encouragement as she shuddered. When she managed to open her eyes, Dallas was back, kneeling behind Lex with one hand holding her head back at a brutal angle.

“Just for that,” he rumbled, “I might not
let
you taste her again.”

“You know I’m a greedy bitch.” She held Trix’s gaze as she lifted her wet fingers to Dallas’s mouth. “It’s why you love me.”

Dallas licked her finger and grinned. “You were right, love. So sweet.” He guided her hand back to Trix’s body, slicking their twined fingers against her, and spoke over her gasp. “I bet Finn wants to taste.”

“Fuck, yeah,” Finn growled, his fingers flexing on her legs.

She was still drifting down, but her hunger had grown claws in the hollow emptiness. It dug in, clinging to the most hidden parts of her, and nothing but deeper contact could sate it.

She was trapped against Finn, could barely move, but she needed to be filled. She rocked her hips and bit off a frustrated noise when they kept their touches light.

“Do you want more?” Finn asked after another moment of teasing.

“Christ, yes. More—” The word broke on a sob. “I don’t need to come again. I need to get
fucked
.”

“All right,” he whispered, lowering her legs. “Turn around.”

Her limbs were wobbly, uncoordinated, both from being held and from the dizzying aftermath of her orgasm. Finn had to catch her when she almost tipped over, and she collapsed against his chest, her hands braced on his shoulders.

Smiling, he tilted her head up and brushed a kiss to her lips. “I don’t think you need to get fucked. I think you need something else.”

His smile, his words. His hands on her face, and that
look
in his eyes—as if he’d never seen anything more precious in his life, and he’d stopped looking, because he knew he never would. “What do I need?”

“To believe.” His words were a whispered promise. “That I’ll never leave you hanging again.”

It had never seemed easy before. Their history was full of missteps, a tangled mess of good intentions gone from bad to worse. But here, now, the way forward was so painfully clear.

She told him so. “You and me, baby. There isn’t anything else.”

“Yeah, there is,” he replied, closing one hand over her wrist. Over her ink. “You and me, and
everything
else.”

Her family. She slid her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his cheek, breathing her own promise. “And everything else.”

With Trix trembling in his arms, Finn had never felt the responsibility of her trust more heavily. And he’d never relished it more.

It was trust, not habit or helplessness. Pure, heady faith, giving up control and the things she craved because she trusted him to give her back everything, hotter and deeper and
more
because no one could want her to feel pleasure the way he did.

Almost no one. Lex was gazing at them with a softness in her eyes, one that translated to her touch as she stroked Trix’s disheveled hair. “I love the way you look at her.”

Finn loved the way she looked at Trix, too. The way they all looked at her. Dallas, who was patient and indulgent, as if he’d sit there all fucking night if that was what Trix—and Lex—needed. Bren and Six, who sat nestled together on one of the couches, watching as if being allowed to was a fucking honor. Even Ace, who had a hand around Cruz’s cock, holding it as Rachel bobbed up and down, still found a lewd, approving smile for Finn.

They were all filthy in their own ways. Without shame and without judgment, and it was the most intoxicating fucking thing he’d ever seen. You couldn’t bottle the high that came with loving acceptance. You couldn’t buy it.

You had to earn it.

Finn raised his hand to Lex’s, tangling their fingers in Trix’s disheveled hair. “I love the way you touch her. You like to tease.”

She hummed. “Any idiot can get someone off. It takes skill to make it a singular fucking experience.”

Trix lifted her head and nodded, her expression solemn. “The gospel according to Lex.”

It earned her a swat on the ass. “Cheeky bitch.”

“You’re one to talk,” Dallas retorted. With Trix’s attention diverted, he held up the objects he’d retrieved—a sleek silver plug and some of that fancy lubricant—and raised an eyebrow.

Maybe Finn was selfish after all. He could already imagine the noises Trix would make, how tight she’d be as he slid into her and her ass clenched around the damn thing. “Have Lex do it,” he said, tightening his grip on Trix’s hair when she would have turned to look. “Trust us.”

She swallowed hard, but nodded. “I do, I trust—” She cut off with a low noise as Lex drizzled some of the lube on her ass.

“Cold?” Lex rubbed it into Trix’s skin, squeezing her ass as she caressed wide, slow circles on her skin. “It’ll get hot, I promise.”

Dallas’s hands joined Lex’s, stroking, spreading. They moved in concert, a lewd, glorious dance that had Trix whimpering as Lex teased her with the shining steel.

With the grip in her hair, Finn forced Trix’s gaze back to his. “I think you like to be full, don’t you?”

She bit her lower lip, then licked it. “Is that what she has? A plug to stretch my ass before you fuck me?”

His cock ached at the image that conjured—Trix bent before him, her hips under his hands, her body shaking as he took forever to rock his way into that tight, hot space. “Not before,” he rasped. “While.”

Her blue eyes widened—at first, he thought, at the words, but then he saw Lex pressing the glistening plug home. Trix shivered as the tapered tip penetrated her asshole, but tensed as it drove deeper.

Lex kissed the curve of her hip. “Relax, honey. Take it.”

Finn slipped a hand between them, down the trembling flesh of her abdomen. Her pussy was so damn wet, slick, and hot. He cupped her, gave in and stroked her, just to watch those eyes widen farther. Every emotion that played across her face was a quiet victory, proof of some truth that defied words.

She was his. Not because she had to be, but because she wanted to be.

She hissed in another breath, and he felt broad fingers bump his. Dallas’s hand, and it was Finn’s choice to keep her for himself or to push past greedy possessiveness and let her have everything this moment could be.

Spreading his fingers, he parted her outer lips. Then he caught her gaze, held it as she panted and squirmed, the realization of what was coming bright in her eyes even before he spoke. “How many of his fingers do you want, baby?”

“I want everything.” Whispered words, words she’d given him before, and undeniable now in their truth.

Everything.

He could give her that.

“Slow,” he told Dallas, not looking away from Trix. “But no more teasing. Let’s make her fly.”

She hissed and rocked back as Dallas’s arm flexed, and Finn wrapped his hand more firmly in her hair to hold her in place. “How many fingers do you feel, Trix?”

“One, just—” Her voice cracked, dissolved. “Two.”

Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glazed. Every raspy little noise that fell from those parted lips twisted him up, and no. He would never stop being greedy and possessive. But it was her pleasure he wanted, the thrill of being the one she stared at in wild-eyed arousal as her body tensed.

“Are you ready?” he whispered, grazing the pad of his middle finger over her swollen clit.

She jerked in his arms. “Ready?”

Stupid question. She’d been ready forever. So he gave her what she needed, slow, firm strokes, just rough enough to push her over the edge. She came with a cry, her fingernails digging in to his skin as she shuddered and clung to him.

Then she made a lower sound, harsh and husky. “Fuck.
Fuck
—”

Lex smiled against Trix’s hip. Then her thumb brushed Finn’s hand, her wrist turned so that she could only be fucking her fingers in along with Dallas’s.

The man’s words confirmed it, low and approving as Trix whimpered. “You’re squeezing us so tight, darling. Taking everything, so sweet and needy.”

“Harder,” she pleaded. “Fuck me harder.”

Lex’s black-and-white nails scratched up Finn’s arm, then clicked against his belt buckle. “Open his pants, honey.”

Trix fumbled with the buttons, her hands shaking. Her fingers landed on his dick, and he bit back a growl as the last hint of his self-control fractured. “Help her, Lex, for fuck’s sake.”

“Patience,” she admonished, but tugged at his pants with both hands—then wrapped her wet fingers around his shaft.

Jesus
Christ
, these fuckers were filthy.

He thrust up into her fist, savoring the slick glide as he framed Trix’s flushed face with both hands. “How do you want me to fuck you, baby? Because once I’m inside you, I’m not stopping.”

“Take me.” The words were thick with feeling, full of every emotion flashing across her beautiful face. “I’m yours, so take me.”

Finn shifted his grip to her hips, and he didn’t have to say a word. Lex taunted them all by sliding the head of Finn’s cock against Trix’s pussy, and when she shuddered at the sensation, Dallas steadied her. All of them, moving in perfect, silent harmony, all of them focused on easing Trix lower—

And thank fucking God, because Finn’s ability to think shattered as she took his dick, squeezing hot and tight around him from the first inch. Pleasure almost drove his eyes shut, but he forced them open so he could watch as he pulled her lower.

She was wrecked already, her head lolling back, and Dallas gathered her hair, wrapping it loosely around his hand. “Such a sweet girl, taking him when you’re already so full.”

“She’s not taking it,” Lex corrected softly as she cupped Trix’s breasts. “He’s giving it to her.”

The difference between the two could balance on the blade of Dallas’s knife, but the truth of the words resonated straight down to Finn’s damn bones. He didn’t need her to push her boundaries for him. Oh, he got off on it, but he didn’t need it. She was the one craving this, the danger of being utterly possessed with the comfort of being completely safe. The mind-bending sensation of dancing along the edge of endurance, and the security of knowing he’d take care of her.

And the one thing he’d never given her—the one thing she’d asked for again and again—was the rough, raw sensation of being taken. Not teased, not pleasured.

Taken
.

Tightening his fingers, he dragged her down into a sharp thrust that arched her back and drove a hoarse cry from her throat. She clenched around him, her pussy gripping his cock.

Anchoring with one hand, he wrapped the other around the side of her neck, his thumb resting under her chin. “Look at me,” he demanded. “Watch me take you.”

She blinked, her eyes dreamy and hot. “Love me, Finn.”

It had always gone without saying, because loving her had been effortless—and useless. A woman in Sector Five needed a man to fight for her, kill for her, bleed for her,
die
for her. He’d done most of them, and would still do any of them.

All of them.

But he could do this, too. Thrust up into the heat of her body, so fucking perfect his whole body ached, and give her the words that mattered here, in her home. In
their
home. “I love you, baby.”

She locked her arms around his neck and kissed him—wildly, savagely, her mouth every bit as hungry as the rest of her. Taking him in return, and there was nothing sweet left in the way they came together, flesh slapping against flesh, her teeth closing on his lower lip as he pulled her hair and dug bruises into her hips.

He fucked up into her, sinking deep and trusting her to take him. She growled and moved, tilting her hips so that the weight and pressure of the plug buried in her ass rubbed the underside of his dick with every thrust.

Too much. Too hot, too tight, too slick, too
good
. He closed his teeth on her throat, muffling his groan as he fought a quick, vicious battle with his body. She’d dragged him over the edge the last time, but this time—

This time they were coming together.

Trix shuddered and screamed his name. Lex took over her movements, grasping her hips and slamming her down onto Finn’s cock. Once, twice, with Trix’s pussy clenching hard around him in primal, undeniable proof.

She was coming, coming apart. So he drove up into her and gave her everything.

Trix pressed her face against the hollow of his shoulder as the last of the spasms wracking her subsided into soft shivers. Her breath blew hot on his skin with every helpless pant, and she stroked the back of his neck in a quiet, possessive caress.

Finn pried open his eyes in time to watch Dallas rest a hand on Trix’s back. “Catch your breath,” he said, meeting Finn’s gaze. There was a question behind the leader’s easy smile, an invitation Finn had never expected to see.