Page 40 of Reckless: Chaos

Need my omega.

My body hits his door with enough force to rattle hinges. I slide to the floor, muscles trembling with the effort of containing the chaos threatening to break free. The bees in my head buzz louder, drowning out everything except the thundering of myheart and the relentless pounding of rain against windows I can’t see.

Fractured. Broken. Every piece of me splintering apart.

“Hey.” Theo’s voice cuts through the static, followed by the warmth of his hands on my face. “Come on.”

His arms wrap around me like a lifeline, but it’s not enough. Not when every cell in my body screams for release, for something to drive back the darkness closing in.

“Jinx. Come back to me.” The command in his voice sounds distant, cracked around the edges with concern.

“Hey, what’s—” Finn’s scent hits me next, beta calm tinged with worry. “Fuck, you need help?”

“I don’t know.” Theo’s uncertainty makes something primal rear up inside me.

Do I see them? Or just shadows of what I need?

The alpha in me snarls to life, recognizing pack, recognizing safety. Something inside me snaps, and I surge forward, pushing Finn toward the center of Theo’s nest. He falls with a startled sound, glasses scattering across silk sheets.

“You,” I growl, already tearing at my shirt. There are only two things an alpha can count on when the world goes sideways—fucking and fighting.

And I can’t fight Cayenne’s demons.

“Feral,” Theo whispers, but the word holds no fear—only understanding.

My focus narrows to Finn beneath me, the way he trembles as I mouth at his throat. He tastes like sunshine and old books, like everything steady I’ve never been. My hips roll against his, drawing out a gasp that cuts through the chaos in my head.

“Have you been practicing?” The question comes out guttural as I grind down, savoring the way his body responds to mine. Even through layers of clothing, I can feel how hard he is, how ready.

“Y-yes.” The stammer in his voice does things to my already fractured control. Sweet, steady Finn, coming apart for me.

Warmth blankets my back as Theo presses close, his cock hard against me. The dual sensation of omega heat and beta surrender makes my head spin.

“Have you used the plug?” I manage, desperate to know if he’s ready for what I need to give.

“Yes.” Stronger now, more sure. More like the Finn who keeps us all in line.

“Enough to let me knot your ass?” Raw need tears through me, threatening to shred what little control I have left.

Cool air hits my skin as Theo makes quick work of my remaining clothes. Then his fingers are there, slick and knowing, working me open with the precise care that makes him so lethal.

“You okay, Finn?” Theo asks, ever our caretaker, even as he drives me mad with his touch.

I’m beyond words, beyond thought, grinding mindlessly between them.

Need to fuck or fight.

Need to do something before I shatter completely.

“Fuck—” The word stretches into a moan as Theo slides home in one smooth thrust, the bite of pain exactly what I need to focus.

His hand finds my throat, grip sure and grounding. “Still with us?”

“Still clothed,” I growl, forcing myself to focus on Finn beneath me. Theo wraps around me like a living restraint, one hand still at my throat while he holds himself still inside me. “Strip.”

“How do you want to play this?” Theo asks Finn, not me. They both know I’m too far gone for decisions, skating the edge of feral.

Finn’s movements are quick and efficient as he sheds his clothes, but his voice stays steady. “Let him go.”

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