Before the End (Beyond Series Ultimate Glom Edition)

by Kit Rocha

  Jasper eased his hands over Dallas's, then worked his thumb through her folds to nudge her clit. "Nice and slow?"

  It wasn't a question meant for her, and they all knew it. "Slow," Dallas agreed. "Don't push her over the edge until I tell you to."

  Jasper had already bent his head, and his rumble of assent vibrated through her. Lex tensed and looked past him, over to where Noelle had completely abandoned Ace to Mad's deep-throating attentions. Noelle smiled at her as she knelt behind Jasper and stroked her hands up the flexing muscles of his back. "It feels good, doesn't it? His tongue? Sometimes it feels so good I think I'll die."

  "It's not that good," Lex muttered, prompting Jasper to suck her clit--hard. "Fuck!" Only Dallas's arms wrapped around her like unforgiving steel kept her from jerking straight off his lap as pleasure cut so sharp it teetered toward pain.

  Noelle slipped her hand through Jasper's hair, cupping the back of his head. Urging him on. "He tied me up once and did this for hours. So slow, and I thought it was going to be sweet and gentle, but when I was panting and begging..." Her eyelids drooped, and Lex watched her nipples tighten beneath her frilly bra, as if the memory alone aroused her unbearably. "His fingers. God, Dallas, you've got to let him use his fingers."

  Tension trembled in Dallas's arms, and Lex swore he growled. "I said no, girl."

  Reckless--or just oblivious to the danger--Noelle gave Dallas a baffled look. "Why? What is there to be jealous about? Ace could put his fingers in me--"

  "Anytime, princess," Ace broke in, voice coarse with mounting pleasure.

  Noelle wrinkled her nose. "It doesn't mean he owns me. I already made that choice." Leaning against Jasper's back, she touched the heavy leather buckled around Lex's throat. Not her usual collar, but a symbol just the same. "So did Lex."

  Jasper raised his arm and slipped his fingers into Noelle's hair. "Dallas is Dallas, sweetheart. Not me."

  Noelle looked so earnest, and Dallas's rueful laughter shook through Lex. "Christ, now I'm getting sex advice from a city girl."

  "Because I listened to you." Noelle turned her face into Jasper's hand, licking the inside of his wrist above his cuff with a delicate shiver. "Bodies are just bodies. They can feel so good, but they're not the part you should get jealous over."

  Dallas cupped a hand under Lex's chin and tilted her head. "Do I have anything to be jealous about, love?"

  It sounded lighthearted, almost like a joke, but it didn't look like one. He stared at her, darkly curious. Intense, as if her answer mattered beyond what Jas was allowed to do to her.

  Lex exhaled shakily. No lies. No hiding, not when he'd opened himself to her with the question in the first place. "Never. If I could have anyone or anything, it'd be you."

  Moving with painfully gentle precision, he stripped the leather from her throat and replaced it with his hand. Four strong fingers and his thumb riding the side of her neck. "Make her come, Jas. As hard as you fucking can, whatever it takes."

  Jasper moved, but only to put Noelle on her knees over the couch, right beside Lex's leg, her cheek pressed to the leather. He stripped off the pink panties she still wore and bit the curve of her ass with a growl, then dragged her arm back. "Give me your hand."

  She stretched it out willingly, her thumb rubbing over Dallas's leg, and Jasper guided her fingers to Lex's pussy. "Just two," he instructed as he gripped Noelle's hips.

  A soft touch. Noelle's fingers danced over her clit before sliding lower. No disobedience this time, just the luscious slide of two fingers pushing deep.

  Holy fuck.

  Lex jerked, pressing closer into Dallas's steely grip around her throat. The reminder of his dominance dragged a moan from her, but the sound was eclipsed by Noelle's grateful cry as Jasper drove into her.

  "Jasper's getting creative," Dallas whispered against her cheek, the words warm and approving. "Or maybe he thinks you'll come faster if you're watching him ride Noelle. Will you?"

  "I like to watch." It turned her on, being close enough to feel the other woman's skin heat as her arousal built, to feel the sharp exhalations of breath on her calf every time Jasper slammed home.

  Jasper wound a hand in Noelle's hair, holding her still, then reached out to push her fingers deeper into Lex. "Make her come," he rasped. "Get her off and I'll fuck you harder."

  Noelle obeyed, stroking Lex with a determined rhythm that faltered when Jasper drove his cock into her and resumed with renewed effort when he pulled back. Dallas let Lex watch, but only for a moment before using his thumb to turn her head.

  Ace met her gaze, his eyes full of sleepy, sated pleasure. Beside him, Mad stared at her intently, his dark eyes heavy with hunger and anticipation, a look that said it all. Ace might have been languishing in the warm aftermath of a hard orgasm, but Mad...

  Mad would jump in. All Dallas had to do was say the word.

  "How about being watched, love?" he asked instead, holding her chin tightly. "Do you like that?"

  "I like--" The words cut off with a hissed curse as Jasper thrust two of his fingers into her along with Noelle's. It burned for a split second, but she was so wet, so ready that the pain faded almost instantly into bliss. She could feel every finger pressed tight against her inner walls, each individual movement as they moved and slicked over and against one another.

  Dallas spoke his next words against her ear, low and dark. "Or would you like it more if you could get your lips around someone's cock?"

  Debauchery. The kind of sex she'd told herself she'd have to give up to truly belong to Dallas--and here he was, offering it to her.

  "I need it," she confessed in a rush. "I need to know." The words kept spilling out, and she was babbling, but she couldn't stop. It was all so much, too much, especially when Jasper growled and pushed at Noelle's fingers inside her, curving them to rub her G-spot with every rocking thrust.

  Lex tensed, flexing her hands in the cuffs that still held her bound. Release was a heartbeat away, curling up in a dark wave that could crash at any moment. But it didn't matter, because this was what Dallas had wanted--her helpless, undeniable pleasure--and no way in hell would he let it stop now.

  "Oh fuck, yes." It started as a low cry but built to a scream as Lex shook through the first tremors of orgasm. Not the peak, not yet, but so, so good. "More. Christ, Dallas, please--"

  "Come here."

  A clear summons, and then Mad was there, looming above her, his usually playful exterior stripped away in a moment of naked intensity. His belt already hung open, and in seconds he had his pants jerked open and his cock in hand, his fist clenched around the shaft and the blunt head hovering just before her mouth.

  "It's his lucky day," Dallas rasped as he smoothed his hand around her throat and up into her hair. He nudged her head forward, until her lips brushed the tip of Mad's dick. "Because when he's buried halfway down your throat, you'll know I gave you that. I'll give you anything you need."

  Anything. Lex clenched around the fingers inside her as she sucked Mad into her mouth.

  He was so hard it had to ache, the head of his erection already slick and hot, and he groaned his pleasure at the first touch of her tongue. As if the sound had electrified her, Noelle redoubled her efforts, sending another bolt of sensation shooting through Lex.

  The couch dipped as Ace settled on the couch opposite of Jas and Noelle, leaving Lex surrounded. His clever artist's fingers stroked the curve of her breast as Dallas tightened his grip in her hair and pushed her head forward. "This is what you wanted all along, isn't it?" Ace asked softly. "Everyone tangled together. All getting off on each other, you getting off on all of them?"

  They all belonged there, right alongside Lex. There wasn't a person in the room who didn't belong to Dallas. They wore his ink, fought for him, trusted him with their lives.

  It hit her, really hit her, along with a dizzy rush of ecstasy. This fantasy, every last harsh, sweet moment, wasn't about her at all, but about him--her body for his pleasure, readied by those he trus
ted most. She'd known that, but not what it meant.

  Her fantasies didn't mostly revolve around Dallas. They were Dallas, start to finish. Trust and belonging and a longing so razor-sharp it could carve you into a million pieces and leave you begging for more.

  Love.

  She moaned around Mad's cock as her shaking intensified, driven by the hard thrusts and soft caresses and possession. They were touching her everywhere, inside and out. Completely focused on her release, on an orgasm that finally seized her in its grip and twisted, wrenching a muffled scream from her throat.

  Dallas moaned, as rough and desperate as the hand in her hair, and then his mouth was on the nape of her neck, teeth closing tight. "That's right, love. You're almost ready for me. Keep squirming. Keep coming."

  She already couldn't separate the rise and fall of pleasure. Her vision blurred, and she clenched her fists until her nails bit into her palms. Distantly, she realized Mad had pulled away and Jas and Noelle's fingers were gone, but Dallas was still stroking her, still whispering filthy promises against her skin.

  He gave her no chance to recover. She sobbed in a breath as Dallas released her wrists with two flicks of his thumbs, and then they were both moving, the room dipping dizzily as he rose and swung her up into his arms in the same graceful movement.

  Lex hit the floor, carpet under her shoulders and one plush cushion under her hips. Dallas knelt between her thighs, sliding his belt free of the buckle.

  Yes. Lex reached for him, but Mad caught her wrists in a firm grip. He guided them back to the floor above her head as Dallas jerked his belt loose, the leather rasping through each loop in turn. "What do you want, Lexie?"

  She stared at him, at the flex and play of muscle beneath skin. "I want you."

  "Damn right you do." He pulled open his jeans and spoke to Mad without releasing Lex's gaze. "Sharing time's over. Go make Noelle's night."

  Not quite get your hands the fuck off my woman, but the undertone was there, the dangerous edge that wasn't play at all. Dallas had gotten off on giving her what she wanted, but now he was ready to take what he needed.

  She could struggle. He'd get off on that, too. But all she wanted was to open for him, body and soul.

  She reached for him again, and he caught her hips and drove into her. Hard enough to hurt, and Lex bit her lip until it bled. "Don't stop--"

  Another thrust cut her off. Rougher, almost violent. His fingers pressed bruises into her ass as he hoisted her hips higher. "Don't stop what? Don't stop fucking you?"

  She tried to nod but banged her head against the floor instead. He was already so deep, huge and stretching inside her, and then he stopped moving, just clutched her hips and shifted them in tiny rolling movements that taunted her with too little friction.

  And his words... "You want my cock?" Another thrust, short and abrupt, but so much sharper because he hauled her hips to meet it, slapping their bodies together with a deliciously crude sound. "You want me to fuck your pussy?"

  Her ears were buzzing again. He could have made her come already, but he was holding back. Lex wrapped her hands around his wrists, digging her nails into his skin. "More. Fuck me hard."

  "Quit giving orders." It took him forever to pull back, an eternity enduring the loss of him, and his return was almost as torturous. Deep, quick, but not hard at all. "What do you really want?"

  "I want you."

  "No." He lunged over her, hands splayed on either side of her head, pinning her hair, his body pressing down on hers with strength and heat. "You want whatever I wanna give you."

  Lex caught her breath. He'd said he'd give her anything, the world...but she had to trust him to do it.

  Did she?

  Dallas's mouth descended on hers before she could decide. Hot, abrupt, teeth scraping her lips as his tongue plunged past them. A claiming kiss that turned gentle once she parted for him, turned lazy and warm, and he finished by licking her lower lip with a low groan. "When you admit it to yourself, you can admit it to me," he murmured.

  And pulled away.

  No. She reached blindly for him, only to have her hands brushed aside as he gripped her hips and flipped her onto her knees in one deft movement.

  Pleasure jolted up her spine as he plunged two blunt fingers into her, but after two lazy pumps he slipped them down to rub her clit. "You wanted me to lose control, love. Didn't know what you were asking for, did you?"

  Somehow, she found her voice. "You haven't lost it. Not yet."

  He laughed. Laughed and bent over her, cupping her jaw with one hand to force her face up and back. "Oh yes, I have. We left your fantasy back at the couch, darling. This is mine. And in this one, you don't get fucked because you want it. You get fucked because I want to fuck you, and you take it because you love everything I do to you."

  His mouth was close enough to lick. To bite. Lex focused on his lower lip and licked her own. "I do love it. More when you stop playing. When you give in."

  "Look at me, Lex. Am I playing?"

  She met his gaze. It burned with unsated lust--and something more. "You sure the hell seem to think this is funny. Leaving me waiting on my knees."

  His chest rumbled--a growl or a laugh, she wasn't even sure. He rocked his hips, sliding his shaft against her pussy. Taunting her. "I'm not the one keeping you waiting."

  Frustrated, she twisted in his grasp. Only a few feet away, Noelle and Jasper were tangled together again, rocking together in a slow, intense grind. Ace and Mad were wrapped around them both, licking and stroking even as they touched each other.

  But it was Noelle who drew her gaze again and again. The look of sheer, utter abandon on the woman's face made Lex's heart seize, and she found herself whispering, "I don't know what else to give you, Declan. I don't know how."

  His touch gentled as his fingers drifted from her jaw up toward her hair. It took him forever to wrap his fist in the strands, but abruptly he pulled his hand tight, dragging her head up until her back bowed. "All right, Lexie love. I'll take it."

  That was all the warning she got before he kneed her thighs apart and thrust into her. Her hands slipped, and her teeth clacked shut as her elbows banged to the floor. Even that pain couldn't detract from the pleasure, the pure, goddamned satisfaction of it.

  Of being taken.

  "This is it. What you won't ask for." He punctuated every sentence with another vicious thrust, driving home the last word hard enough to wring a choked noise from her. He kept moving, kept talking, his words twisting her almost as tight as the sensation of his cock stretching her. "No choices. No responsibility. No having to admit you like being owned."

  Because she didn't. No one else had ever come close to giving her a reason to want it, but Dallas was a force of nature, beautiful and brutal. Unstoppable. Only for him could she ever imagine opening herself up so completely.

  No, Lex hated the thought of being owned. For him, she'd do it anyway.

  "You." Her nails scratched over the floor. "Just you."

  "Just me." Between one thrust and the next he was over her, hands planted on either side of her shoulders, the hair on his chest tickling over her back as he fucked into her with long, rough strokes. Over and over again, in her and on her, surrounding her and taking her, all accompanied by a never-ending string of beautiful obscenities.

  She quivered in the scant moments between thrusts and cried out when he came back to her, each time harder than before. Each time with less control, more naked need. There was no room left for fighting, herself or him.

  Lex let go.

  Above her, Dallas groaned. His mouth found her ear, teeth rough as they closed on the lobe, tongue wet and warm as he licked in time with his next demanding rock. "I'll give you everything," he promised, each word a panting rasp as his tempo increased. "Everyone. It's all yours, even me."

  Especially him.

  Lex was floating, awash in an incandescent heat that spread through her, all the way into her fingers and toes. It wasn't an orgasm--that, she coul
d still feel building, growing stronger, like a voice lifting in a scream. This was warmth, safety, all the glimpses she'd allowed herself of what could be.

  Dallas slipped one hand under her to cup the front of her shoulder. It shifted the angle of her hips, and one more thrust washed her away, drowning that warmth in a volcanic pleasure that curled her toes and went on and on, until he growled her name against the back of her shoulder and set his teeth in her skin as he came.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Most nights, Dallas would have been happy to collapse in a pile on his bed. Six people might have made for close quarters, but he'd slept in closer.

  Tonight, he didn't even want Jas and Noelle around.

  None of them seemed to mind. Lex was still trembling in his arms when Jasper rounded up the others and herded them out the door, undoubtedly to continue the party--or expand it.

  Dallas's party was warm and pliant. Wobbly limbed, too, which was something he could relate to. Pride alone got him to his feet with Lex cradled to his chest, and the need to see to her carried him across the room. After laying her on the bed, he took a few moments to strip the leather cuffs from her wrists and ankles, rubbing softly at the red marks left from her struggles.

  Her eyes remained shut, but a slow smile curved her lips. "You're petting me again."

  Satisfied that she wasn't injured, Dallas kicked free of his pants and joined her on the bed. "I like petting you. Get used to it."

  "Not a complaint." She rubbed one bare leg over his. "Just saying."

  She was sated and relaxed, which was quickly becoming his favorite look on her. Her sleepy smile wasn't meant to charm or soothe him. It wasn't a mask. This was Lex, stripped of all that bullshit she'd learned in Two. Not trying to be anyone's fantasy.

  It made her his.

  He kissed the inside of her wrist. "You mind that I broke up the party?"

  "Did you?" Her lashes finally fluttered up as she opened her eyes. "I'm half-conscious. They'll have more fun without me."