Page 53 of Reckless: Chaos

But it’s the look in his eyes that makes my breath catch—not shock or embarrassment, but something darker. Something hungry.

“Well,” Theo purrs beneath me, not stopping the movement of his hips. “Are you going to stand there all night, alpha? Or are you going to join us?”

Ryker’s eyes darken, tracking a bead of sweat as it rolls down my spine. For a moment, the air grows thick with possibility, with want. His scent fills the room—cedar with notes that command attention—making my breath catch.

But then he shakes his head, a small smile playing at his lips. “Not tonight.” His voice comes out rough, betraying his affect. “When I have you, little beta, it’ll be just us. Want to take my time learning every inch of you without distraction.”

The promise in his words sends liquid fire through my veins. Theo’s hands tighten on my hips, reminding me he’s still buried deep inside me.

“Spoilsport,” Theo teases, but there’s understanding in his voice.

“We’ll talk in the morning,” Ryker says, already backing toward the door. But his eyes meet mine one last time, carrying a promise that makes me shiver. “Sweet dreams.”

The door closes with a soft click, but the tension he leaves behind crackles like electricity.

“Now,” Theo growls, flipping us back over. “Where were we?”

Chapter 12

Ryker

My pulse hammersagainst my sternum like artillery fire as I brace against their door. Breath comes short and shallow, sweat beading at my temples despite the cool hallway. Behind closed eyelids, the afterimage burns bright—red hair spilling like wildfire down her back as she rises and falls above Theo, throat exposed in a perfect arc of surrender.

I should walk away. Should focus on the dozen crises demanding my attention. Instead, my hand slides into my pants almost without conscious thought. The sounds filtering through the door aren’t helping my self-control—her breathless moans mixing with Theo’s deeper groans.

Most people miss the reality of pack bonds with an omega. Right now, each nerve ending in my body sings with phantom sensation that isn’t mine—pressure points lighting up wherever Theo is being touched. The air has grown thick with night-blooming jasmine, molecules so concentrated they coat the back of my throat with sweetness that sends blood rushing south with every inhale.

Right now, Theo’s flooding the bonds with everything he’s feeling. It’s why I went to his room in the first place—to put astop to his teasing. Wouldn’t be the first time he’s gotten himself off while broadcasting to all of us through the bonds.

But finding Cayenne there...

A door opens down the hall. Finn stumbles out, clearly affected by what’s bleeding through the bonds. He blinks at finding me here, hand still working my cock.

“You too?” he asks, glancing at Theo’s door. His usual composed demeanor is slipping, pupils blown wide behind his glasses.

“Me too.” I don’t stop stroking, too far gone to care about propriety. “Our omega’s being a brat.”

“Quinn called.” Finn adjusts his glasses, moving closer. His own arousal is obvious, straining against his perfectly pressed slacks.

“I know.” The words come out rough as another wave of pleasure floods the bond. Theo’s doing this on purpose now, the bastard. Making sure we feel every thrust, every moan, every moment of pleasure he’s giving our beta.

“You could close the bond.” Finn presses against me, fitting perfectly against my larger frame. His analytical mind is already fracturing—I can see it in the way his usual precise movements turn jerky with need.

“Don’t want to.” And I don’t. Even though I should. Even though there are a dozen fires I need to put out tonight. Even though Quinn’s waiting for answers about?—

My thoughts scatter as Finn drops to his knees, batting my hand away. When he takes me into his mouth, the wet heat of it makes my head fall back against the door with a thud.

“Fuck,” I manage, threading my fingers through his hair. He does that thing with his tongue that makes my eyes roll back, and I know I’m not going to last. “I’m close already. Can’t?—”

He responds by sucking harder, those clever hands gripping my thighs. No one can resist Finn’s mouth when he gets like this—methodical and thorough even in pleasure.

I come embarrassingly fast, spilling down his throat as another wave of Theo’s pleasure crashes through the bond.

Finn, ever methodical, swallows everything before sitting back on his heels. Even with his mouth swollen and glasses slightly askew, he manages to look composed. “Better?”

“Getting there.” I help him up, pressing him against the wall. His cock is hard against my thigh, and I can’t resist palming him through his pants. “Your turn.”

“We have work to do,” he reminds me, even as his hips push into my touch. “Quinn’s waiting.”

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