Page 103 of Reckless Consequences

“Well,” he says, voice dropping to that smoky register that makes even alphas weak, “don’t stop on my account.”

Ryker goes perfectly still against me, his body a wall of heated tension. Through our bond, I feel his alpha instincts warring—territorial possession versus the primal satisfaction of having his omega watch him claim his mate. The tension shows in the subtle ripple of muscles across his back, the momentary tightening of his hands on my hips, the sharp cedar notes of his scent spiking with both challenge and invitation.

“Theo,” he growls, the single word stretched between warning and invitation.

Instead of retreating, Theo steps fully into the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click that echoes in the sudden silence. His omega scent fills the space—warm vanilla and night-blooming jasmine now laced with unmistakable arousal that makes my mouth water.

“I felt it,” he says, shrugging out of his jacket with deliberate slowness that makes my pulse quicken. “Through the bond. Both of you, burning so bright I had to turn the car around.” His eyes meet mine, dark and knowing. “I told the others to continue shopping. That I needed to check something at home.”

The pack bonds between us pulse with shared awareness—three points of a constellation that feels incomplete without Finn and Jinx, yet perfect in this moment. My hybrid designation hums with it, skin tingling where the bonds connect in my chest, my breathing automatically syncing with both of theirs without conscious thought.

“Don’t let me interrupt your plans, Commander,” Theo continues, moving closer with that predatory grace that belies omega stereotypes. His fingers trace up Ryker’s bare back, making the alpha’s muscles jump beneath my fingertips. “In fact...” He leans in, lips brushing Ryker’s ear. “I insist you finish what you’ve started.”

Ryker’s control visibly fractures. His hips surge forward, driving deeper into me, his partially formed knot pressing against sensitive tissues. I gasp, head falling back against the wall as pleasure-pain shoots through me.

“You going to watch, piccolo?” Ryker asks, voice strained with the effort of holding back.

Theo’s smile turns wicked. “To start with.”

That’s all the permission Ryker needs. He captures my mouth in a kiss that borders on brutal, hips starting to move again. The pace is different now—deeper, more deliberate, making space for his growing knot with each thrust. Theo’s presence adds a new dimension, his omega pheromones heightening everything to nearly unbearable intensity.

He circles us like an artist studying his canvas, eyes drinking in every detail—the way Ryker’s muscles bunch with each thrust, the arch of my back as I take him deeper, the place where we’re joined, his cock disappearing into me before withdrawing slick and glistening.

“Look at you two,” Theo murmurs, close enough now that I can feel the heat radiating from his body. “So beautiful together.”

His words send electricity down my spine. My body clenches around Ryker’s growing knot, drawing a strangled groan from the alpha.

“Touch her,” Ryker commands, his voice rougher than I’ve ever heard it. “I want to feel what it does to her.”

Theo’s eyes lock with mine as he reaches out, fingers tracing my collarbone with feather-light touches before trailing down to cup my breast. His thumb circles my nipple, the perfect pressure making me gasp and tighten around Ryker again.

“Like this?” Theo asks, voice innocent while his fingers are anything but.

“Yes,” Ryker hisses, his rhythm faltering. “Fuck, Cayenne, you get so tight when he touches you.”

Theo’s other hand slides between us, finding my clit with unerring accuracy. The dual stimulation—Ryker’s cock stretching me while Theo’s fingers work precise circles over sensitive nerves—sends me hurtling toward the edge faster than I thought possible.

“Ryker,” I gasp, nails digging into his shoulders. “I can’t?—”

“Cayenne,” Ryker groans against my throat. “I need to?—”

“Yes,” I urge him, legs tightening around his waist. “Give me all of it, alpha.”

The words trigger something primal in him. His rhythm turns punishing, each thrust driving his swelling knot against me before finally, with a growl that vibrates through my bones, he pushes it past resistant muscles. The stretch burns in the most exquisite way, his knot expanding inside me to impossible fullness.

“Oh fuck,” I cry out as the knot locks into place, pressing against spots inside me that send fireworks cascading behind my eyelids.

“Breathe through it,” Theo murmurs, his lips suddenly at my ear while his fingers continue their relentless circles on my clit. “That’s it. Take everything he’s giving you.”

Ryker shudders against me, the first pulse of his release flooding me with liquid heat. The sensation, combined with Theo’s skilled touch, catapults me into my own orgasm. I clench around Ryker’s knot, milking him as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me.

Our bond flares like a supernova, emotions too intense for words flowing between us—possession, belonging, pack. Theo’s fingers don’t stop, drawing out my orgasm until I’m shaking, hypersensitive and desperate.

“Too much,” I gasp, trying to squirm away from his touch while Ryker’s knot keeps me impaled and immobile.

Theo smiles, slowing but not stopping. “Never too much, piccola. Not for you.”

His mouth captures mine in a kiss that’s all controlled hunger—so different from Ryker’s claiming possession but no less devastating. I moan against his lips as Ryker shifts slightly, his knot tugging at sensitive tissues and sending fresh sparks of pleasure racing through me.

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