Page 104 of Reckless Consequences

“Look what you do to her,” Theo murmurs to Ryker, breaking the kiss to admire my flushed face. “So perfect when you’re claimed.”

Ryker’s hands tighten on my hips, his cock still pulsing inside me. “Mine,” he growls, then meets Theo’s eyes. “Ours.”

“Ours,” Theo confirms, his hand sliding from my breast to trace the claiming marks on my throat—his omega bite alongside Ryker’s alpha claim, biological impossibilities made real through whatever adaptation Sterling’s virus triggered in my system.

We stay locked together, trembling with aftershocks as Ryker’s knot continues pulsing. In the hazy aftermath, Theo’s presence feels like an anchor, his omega nature providing balance to Ryker’s alpha intensity.

With careful movements, Ryker turns us so he can lean against the wall, supporting my weight while we’re still tied together. His knot stretches me to the point of discomfort, but the fullness creates an intimacy that transcends the physical.

Theo moves to stand before us, his own arousal evident through his jeans. “You look thoroughly claimed, piccola,” he says, a hint of omega satisfaction in his voice.

“Just by one of you so far,” I reply, watching his pupils dilate at the implication.

Ryker’s hands tighten on my hips, another pulse of fluid filling me as his knot twitches. “Greedy,” he murmurs, but there’s no reproach in his tone.

“Always.” I reach out to Theo, drawing him closer. “I missed you.”

His kiss isn’t like Ryker’s—it’s smoother, more precise, like he’s tasting every second of it. I melt into him, breath hitching as his fingers slip lower, brushing the place where Ryker and I are still connected. It feels like being claimed all over again.

“Beautiful,” Theo murmurs against my lips. “The way you take him.”

Inside me, Ryker’s knot pulses at the omega’s words, drawing matching gasps from both of us.

“Careful,” Ryker warns, though his scent spikes with renewed interest. “Still sensitive.”

Theo’s smile is all dark promise. “Good.”

With wicked precision, he traces where we’re connected, his touch making me clench around Ryker’s knot, which in turn makes the alpha curse and tighten his grip on my hips.

“Evil,” I gasp, caught between them. “You’re fucking evil.”

“Just appreciating art,” Theo counters, his free hand unbuttoning his shirt with artistic deliberation that makes my mouth go dry despite recent satisfaction.

Time loses meaning as we remain locked together, Theo’s touch and kisses keeping us both on edge while Ryker’s knot slowly begins to recede. When Theo sheds the last of his clothing, my breath catches at his beauty—all lean muscle and olive skin marked with artistic tattoos. His cock stands proud against his stomach, omega designation doing nothing to diminish its impressive size.

“Let me taste you,” I beg, reaching for him.

He steps closer, one hand tangling in my hair as he guides himself to my lips. The taste of him floods my senses—salt and skin and that indefinable something that makes Theo uniquely himself. I take him deeper, hollowing my cheeks as he hisses with pleasure.

“Fuck, that’s good,” he groans, his usual musical voice rough with need. “Your mouth, piccola...”

Ryker watches with alpha approval, his hands keeping me steady as I work Theo with lips and tongue. Our bond pulses with shared pleasure, the three-way connection creating feedback that heightens every sensation.

Theo sets a gentle rhythm, careful not to push too deep despite my eagerness. His composure only breaks when Ryker leans forward to kiss him over my shoulder, alpha and omega connecting while I remain impaled on Ryker’s still-swollen knot, mouth full of Theo’s cock.

The bond between us flares with new intensity—alpha and omega desire crashing through me like a tidal wave. I moan around Theo, the vibration making him twitch against my tongue.

“Not going to last,” Theo warns, his usual control fraying as Ryker deepens the kiss, one hand sliding down to palm Theo’s ass.

I double my efforts, tongue swirling around his head before taking him deep again. Ryker’s knot has finally receded enough that he can move slightly, little thrusts that hit spots inside me that are still ultra-responsive from my earlier orgasm.

The combination proves too much for Theo. His rhythm falters, hands tightening in my hair as he spills down my throat with a cry that’s pure music. I swallow everything he gives me, the taste of him as unique as his scent.

As Theo comes down from his high, Ryker’s knot finally recedes enough that he can carefully separate us. I whimper at the sudden emptiness, feeling his release trickling down my thighs. He keeps his arms around me, supporting my weight as my legs tremble with lingering aftershocks.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Always got you.”

Theo retrieves his discarded shirt, gently cleaning the evidence of our activities from my thighs with omega care. The tenderness in his touch contrasts with the hunger still evident in his eyes, creating a potent combination that makes my pulse quicken despite physical exhaustion.

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