Beyond Addiction

by Kit Rocha

  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 t
o see.

  Neither of them would give it voice, not until everything with Sector Five had been settled. But soon enough, he’d be sitting in Ace’s studio, watching the O’Kane logo take shape on his wrists. The second chance Bren had promised him.

  A whole damn life of bliss and hope and tripping over rainbows.

  He answered the silent question with a nod before turning his lips to Trix’s cheek. He could stand turning into some crazy-eyed hero if it bought him another fifty years of Trix snuggled up to his chest, soft and warm and utterly sated. “You with me?”

  “Mmm.” She stretched languorously, rubbing against him. “I’m here. I’m...” Her eyes fluttered open, and she met his gaze. “I love you.”

  He wrapped a lock of hair around one finger, savoring the silky slide and the vivid color. “I’m never gonna get tired of hearing that.”

  “Good, because I’ll never get tired of saying it.”

  “Really?” He closed his eyes and pulled her closer. “Say it again?”

  “I love you.” She brushed a kiss over his lips. “I have always loved you.”

  “Tracy cared about some asshole who never did right by her,” he corrected, voicing the guilt one last time before letting it go. “As long as Trix loves me, the rest doesn’t matter.”

  She smiled against his mouth. “Count on it.”

  Ryder

  If you looked closely, if you paid attention, Sector Two was falling apart.

  Ryder stood on a balcony overlooking the street, smoking a cigarette. All the signs were there, if you knew what to look for. Less traffic, even at this relatively early hour. Darkened townhomes surrounding the square, as if they’d been closed down and locked up while their owners were away. The banquet their hostess had offered was somewhat less than sumptuous, and he’d heard murmurs from some of the sector leaders that they’d never seen so few girls offered to the guests.

  Then there was the tension. Cerys’s eyes had been tight with it, brittle, every stare alight with challenge. She’d been getting shit, all right, from Eden and the other leaders. She had the look of someone whose empire was slipping away, bit by bit, even as she tried desperately to cling to it.

  Yeah, Finn had fucked her over but good by framing her for that councilman’s murder on Mac’s watch. No question she’d come down on Beckett’s side tonight.

  He lit another cigarette and waited for his boss.

  The door behind him slid open before his second drag. “It’s done.”

  Ryder swallowed a vicious curse and took a deep breath. “There’s been a vote?”

  “O’Kane will have to hand Finn over. He never really had a chance, with Gideon as his only firm ally and Cerys so determined to punish him.”

  And with no vote of his own. It was a nasty business, meetings held in secret. The thin veneer of democracy amongst the sector leaders was an illusion, after all, and it quickly broke down when they started running around behind each other’s backs. None of the others would like having it done to them, not a single goddamn bit, but the hypocrisy of it got lost in the shuffle.

  Now Finn would have to come back to Five, and there was no question what would happen to him. He’d be dead as soon as he crossed the border, because Beckett couldn’t afford to take chances.

  Ryder dropped his cigarette and crushed it beneath his boot. “Can we stop it?”

  “No.” Jim Jernigan stepped forward to lean against the balcony railing. “Gideon tried like hell, but O’Kane’s made too many enemies. The only concession is that Beckett will have to send Dominic back to Four in exchange. One traitor for another.”

  “Dammit.” Ryder scrubbed his hands over his face. “Beckett’s crazy, Jim. Nuts.”

  “I know. That’s why we can’t risk your place on the inside.” Jim turned to study him, his expression coldly impassive. “The bigger picture, Ryder. One man, even a friend, can’t be allowed to endanger that.”

  “It’s too much,” he argued. “You give enough and, pretty soon, you’ve lost everything that counts.”

  “Perhaps.” Jim looked back out over the sector, the moonlight catching the silver strands in his hair. There were more every time Ryder saw him. “Keeping a sector safe requires personal sacrifices. Even Dallas O’Kane understands that. You’ll see.”

  Jim’s personal sacrifices were legendary—and as mysterious as the man himself. Everyone knew he’d suffered loss on his way up, but he never spoke of it.

  Ever.

  “O’Kane should have had a vote.” Ryder wrapped both hands around the wrought-iron railing. “Hell, he should have had two—one for Four and one for Three.”

  “Even two votes might not have helped. Colby and Scott both sided with Beckett.” Jim shook his head. “Do you understand what that means? Six and Seven never agree on anything. If Beckett has secured their loyalty and Cerys’s… I need you focused. I need you close to him.”

  Ryder’s pistol felt heavy in the holster at his side. “I could take care of it. Now. Before we even leave the sector.”

  “None of us can afford the scrutiny,” Jim replied. “I can ease the way for a change of leadership, but I need time and information.”

  Time. Time for Beckett to rampage across Five, doing all the damage he could. Ending lives, addicting more people to his designer drugs.

  Killing.

  Only the knowledge that Jim didn’t like it any more than he did calmed Ryder. “Yes, sir.”

  “Good.” Jim squeezed his shoulder briefly before turning back to the door. “You’re saving lives in the long run. If Eden decides we’re not worth the trouble, they’ll do more damage than a hundred Becketts.”

  “Yeah.” He could play along—for now. As long as the end was in sight, and Beckett would be out of the picture for good.

  As for Finn… He could give the man the clean death he deserved, instead of whatever Sector Five’s new leader had in mind for him. It was the least he could do.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Three days after the party, the other shoe dropped.

  Finn had almost stopped bracing for it, which made stepping into Dallas’s office that much worse. Dallas looked like he hadn’t slept, his eyes bloodshot and his chin stubbled. But Lex…

  Lex was furious.

  “No,” she gritted through clenched teeth. “Fuck ’em all, Declan. I mean it.”

  “Lex,” he chided, but there was no heart in it. Fuck, there was no heart in him. O’Kane looked like a man staring at two impossible choices, and Finn could guess what they were.

  Without being prompted, he dragged out a chair and sat, meeting Dallas’s gaze squarely. “What’s the demand?”

  “You for Dom,” Dallas replied flatly. “Beckett talked the rest of those assholes into a secret fucking meeting, and they had some sham of a vote.”

  “You’re not going,” Lex said immediately. She turned a chair around, dropped into it, and folded her arms on the back. “We wouldn’t do that.”

  “Not to Trix, and not to you.” Dallas shoved his fingers through his hair with a rough sigh. “Beckett bought them off somehow. Gideon said Colby and Scott agreed, though Christ knows what could have made that happen.”

  Finn knew. “Stims. I made good money pushing them into Six through Hawk and his friends. The farms use them to increase production. Beckett can open his medicine chest and find a way to buy damn near anyone.” It was an advantage Mac had never been clever enough to appreciate, but one Beckett was clearly all too willing to use.

  Dallas laughed roughly. “So much for our pretensions. If this is how we’re defining democracy now, I’m ready for a little anarchy.”

  “Agreed.” Lex shook her head. “If Beckett wants a fight, he’s got one.”

  Except for the fact that, sham or not, the other leaders had attended this secret meeting. They would back Beckett in a fight for all the reasons they’d agreed with him at the meeting. To punish Dallas, to please Beckett, or simply to maintain order. If Dallas was allowed to ignore their decree,
the sectors really would descend into anarchy.

  Until Eden wiped them all out.

  And O’Kanes would die. Trix’s family would die. Men like Bren and Jas, who had believed in Finn enough to hold him to a higher standard. Women like Lex and Six, who were too viciously protective to stay behind in a fight.

  Sector Four might survive a war, but the heart of what made it so damn special wouldn’t. And Finn could save all of them with one simple choice.

  Trix would never forgive him.

  Dallas’s brow furrowed as he leaned forward. “You better not be thinking anything stupid, Finn.”

  He was the only one in the room who was thinking smart, because he was the only one with undivided loyalties. “I’m thinking you two haven’t gotten this far by being soft-hearted.”

  Lex bit off a harsh curse. “You made her a promise. The kind you can’t take back.”

  “So did you,” Finn retorted. “You promised to keep them all safe, didn’t you? What does one man’s life weigh balanced against war with every damn sector?”

  “It depends on the man,” she shot back. “And the reason for the war. It depends on what’s right.”

  Dallas was still watching him, an odd look on his face. Like he was seeing Finn clearly for the first time—and regretted it. Finn had seen that look before, but never mixed with such sad approval. “Lay off, Lex. He wouldn’t deserve her if he wasn’t thinking it.”

  “Declan.”

  “I didn’t say I was going to let him do it.”

  As if they could stop him. “You should,” Finn told him bluntly. “You’re stretched thin for manpower across two sectors. You aren’t well positioned for a sector war. I’m not worth the risk.”

  “Not if you keep talking like that,” Dallas agreed. “I thought you were starting to understand how things work here.”

  It was one thing to rule a sector on hugs and doing what was right when things were going well. In his gut, Finn had never believed it could hold true when everything went to shit. Or maybe he did, and that was what made it worth protecting. “The rest of the world doesn’t give a shit. You’re not ready for a war, but I can buy you time.”