Page 42 of Reckless: Chaos

A laugh bubbles up, surprising in its authenticity. “Where’s the fun in that?”

“He has a point,” Theo muses, running gentle fingers through my sweat-damp hair. “The element of surprise does add a certain... excitement.”

“Don’t encourage him.” But Finn’s voice carries a smile. “Some of us appreciate a little warning before being ravished.”

“Liar.” I nip at his shoulder, savoring his shiver. “You love it when I lose control.”

“Perhaps.” He tries for prim and proper, but the effect is somewhat ruined by the way he’s still clenching around my knot. “But my glasses are somewhere in this nest, probably broken, and I rather liked that pair.”

“I’ll buy you new ones.” I press closer, inhaling the mixed scents of our pleasure. “Twenty pairs. A hundred.”

“Or,” Theo suggests dryly, “you could try not throwing our beta around like a rag doll.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Finn and I echo together, then break into exhausted laughter.

“You were thinking about her.” Theo’s voice is soft but sure as he settles beside us, fingers still working through my hair. “About the shooting.”

The laughter dies in my throat. “Don’t.”

“We have to talk about it.” But he keeps his touch gentle, knowing I’m still raw. “The way you spiraled?—”

“I said don’t.” The words come out closer to a growl than I intend, making Finn tense beneath me.

“Easy,” he murmurs, squeezing my hip. “We’re all worried about her too.”

“It’s not—” I break off, struggling to put the chaos into words. “I couldn’t do anything. Couldn’t fight. Couldn’t protect. Just had to watch and wait and?—”

“And trust others to help her,” Theo finishes. “Which is exactly what you did. What we all did.”

“I punched an orderly.”

“Two orderlies,” Finn corrects mildly. “And a vending machine. Which, by the way, I had to write a rather large check for.”

“Send the bill to Ryker.” I let my forehead rest between Finn’s shoulder blades, breathing in the calming scent of pack. “He’s the one who wouldn’t let me in the operating room.”

“Because you were feral,” Theo points out. “Like tonight.”

“Different kind of feral.” But the defense sounds weak even to my ears.

“Is it?” Finn shifts slightly, reminding me we’re still locked together in the most intimate way possible. “You needed release then, same as now. The only difference is that this time, you came to us instead of taking it out on hospital property.”

“Progress,” Theo declares with that hint of omega satisfaction that means he’s proud of me. “Though perhaps next time, try using the door instead of nearly breaking it down?”

“Next time,” I growl, feeling the familiar chaos start to rise again at the mention of broken doors and hospitals, “I’ll remember to knock.”

“Jinx...” Theo’s warning comes too late.

I’m already moving, grinding deep into Finn who lets out a startled gasp that quickly turns into something needier. My knot’s started to go down, but that just means I can build it again.

“Round two?” Finn’s attempt at casual is ruined by the way his voice breaks as I start a slow, deep rhythm.

“Need you,” I confess into his skin, the words burning in my throat like whiskey. My tongue traces the salt of his sweat, tasting beta comfort and arousal. “Need this. Need?—”

The rest fragments as another wave of feral energy crashes through me, making my cock pulse inside him.

“We’ve got you.” Theo’s voice carries that unique omega command—not the brute force of an alpha order, but something deeper, more primal. It resonates through our pack bonds like a plucked string, making both Finn and I shiver as our bodies respond to our omega’s call. The sound travels straight to my cock, making my forming knot throb with renewed urgency. “Take what you need.”

I surrender to the command, setting a punishing pace that has Finn crying out into the silk sheets. His beta scent spikes with each thrust, flooding my senses with notes of submission and desire. The tight clutch of his body becomes my entire world—each drag of my cock against his sensitive walls, each clench of muscle around my growing knot. Every snap of my hips drives the memories further back, replacing hospitals and helplessness with the primal rhythm of claiming my pack.

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