Bren set his glass on the bar with a gentle thump. "Someone has to make sure Cerys doesn't send bullets or blades instead. I'll man the door."
"All right." Dallas stroked Lex's cheek. "And, Bren? Don't let anyone in. Not even one of the girls. I'm not in the mood to be interrupted."
"Yes, sir."
The door clicked shut, and Mad rose before circling to stand next to Dallas. For once, Lex couldn't decipher the odd look in his eyes. Assessment, maybe, or anticipation. "Sure you don't want a hand, boss? Or two? I'll put 'em wherever you want 'em and keep my dick to myself."
"Stay close," Dallas murmured, still caressing Lex's face. "If she doesn't get my fucking pants open in the next ten seconds, I may have you spank her ass."
Not quite a tease, because he was fully capable of doing it. Lex turned to lick his wrist, running her tongue over the ink marking his skin, and jerked at his zipper. Her fingers shook when she wrapped them around the thick, hot length of his cock to guide it free.
He shuddered before easing her hand out of the way and gripping the shaft. "Hands at the small of your back, Lex. Mad, find something to tie them there."
He walked away, and Lex leaned toward Dallas as she crossed her wrists behind her back. "I thought you liked having me touch you."
Challenge didn't transcend the lust in his eyes as he stroked his fist up the length of his erection, but it came close. "You need your hands to get me off?"
There was no part of her she wouldn't use, her hands or voice or tongue. She rubbed her cheek against his fingers and licked them before continuing on to his hard, pulsing heat.
He groaned with the first touch of her tongue, and her victory was the involuntary twitch of his hips, pushing the crown of his cock past her lips. Rough fingertips dug into the back of her head, and Dallas's voice dropped to a low rumble. "I thought about this during that whole stupid show. I could've shown them a Sector Four barbarian. Demanded you blow me right there at the dinner table."
That and more, anything to draw those harsh noises of pleasure that echoed inside her, left her wet and desperate for relief. Lex pushed on, taking him deeper without his urging.
"Fuck." The word seemed torn from him against his will, but more followed, gruff and intense. "You would've done it. You would have let me fuck your face, and they would have thought I owned you, because they're stupid fucks. They'll never get it."
Cerys would. She understood the power a woman could have on her knees, the intense give and take of control that made a man like Dallas so dangerous.
And so delectable.
She didn't realize Mad had returned until his fingers slid down her arms. Silk followed, a sumptuous length of fabric that had undoubtedly been left for this purpose. Mad tied her wrists with a few deft movements and released her, but she could still feel him behind her, an extension of Dallas's will.
Delectable.
With her hands bound, she was finally free to move. Lex flexed her fingers, testing the silk. It held fast, and she turned her attention to licking the ridge around the head of Dallas's cock with her tongue. She flicked the sensitive spot just under the crown, tapped it with her tongue, and looked up to meet his eyes.
"Suck me," he whispered, the softness of the command not blunting it in the least. "Deep and hard and fast. Get me off."
A shudder tore through her. Maybe she'd exhausted his patience already, driven him past the point of prolonging his pleasure.
Or maybe he wanted to come because he couldn't wait to get his hands on her.
She moved--quick and deep, just like he'd said--her own excitement speeding her movements. He wanted so much, and she felt it all, especially when he growled and pushed against the back of her head.
"Take off her corset," he growled, and Mad reached around to tug at the laces crisscrossing her breasts.
So heavy and full. Lex moaned in the split second before one more thrust took him all the way into the back of her throat. She swallowed, held him there, her breath cut off as surely as her resistance. Arousal thrummed in her veins, bloomed within her until she was certain the rigid leather was all that held her in check. Without it, the cool air and Mad's