Page 105 of Reckless Consequences

“We should move this somewhere more comfortable,” Theo suggests, his eyes flicking meaningfully to my still-sensitive sex. “Your bedroom, perhaps? The one with the ridiculous California king that could fit an entire pack?”

The suggestion hangs in the air, weighted with possibility. Before I can respond, the distant sound of a car engine reaches us, followed by the security system’s soft chime announcing an arrival.

“Timing,” Ryker mutters, already helping me gather scattered clothing.

“Perfect timing,” Theo corrects, that wicked smile returning. “We were just getting started.”

I pull on clothes with hands that still tremble slightly, mind racing ahead to what Theo’s implying. “You think they’ll?—”

“Join us?” Theo raises an eyebrow. “Piccola, they’ve been waiting for this moment since we established territory. Just as I have.”

“What moment?” I ask, though something in me already knows the answer.

“The moment we become complete,” Ryker says, his alpha certainty a tangible force. “All of us. Together.”

The implications send heat flooding through me despite recent satisfaction. We’ve been together in various combinations since Aurora, since my transformation into whatever hybrid designation I now embody. But never all five of us at once, never the complete pack in perfect alignment.

We’re barely decent when thundering footsteps approach the east wing. The door bursts open to admit Jinx, his cherry tobacco scent spiking with alarm that quickly shifts to something else entirely as he takes in the scene—my flushed face, Ryker’s still-disheveled appearance, Theo’s kiss-swollen lips.

“Well, fuck me,” Jinx says, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Looks like I missed the party.”

“Incorrect assessment,” Finn says, appearing behind him. His gaze takes in every detail, but the desire darkening his eyes is anything but clinical. “Based on available evidence, it appears the... festivities are just beginning.”

Through our bond, I feel their reactions with crystal clarity—Jinx’s feral hunger, Finn’s calculated desire, both responding to the lingering scent of sex and the pheromones still saturating the air. My body responds before my mind can process it—pulse quickening, skin warming, muscles relaxing to welcome them into our space as if my hybrid biology recognizes puzzle pieces clicking into place.

“Theo called you back,” I realize, looking at our omega, who doesn’t even try to appear innocent.

“I might have sent a text,” he admits, phone dangling from his fingers. “Something about needing all hands on deck for an urgent situation.”

“Very urgent,” Jinx agrees, predatory grace in every movement as he approaches. His hands cup my face with surprising gentleness, thumbs tracing my cheekbones. “You okay, Glitch? You look thoroughly wrecked already.”

“I’m just getting started,” I tell him, watching his pupils dilate at the challenge.

His kiss isn’t like Ryker’s—steady, in control—or Theo’s, all slow-burning poetry. This is wildfire. Barely restrained, teeth and heat and hunger that should be too much but never is. I melt into it, fingers twisting in his shirt, dragging him closer. The bond between us flares—sharp, bright, hungry. Just like him. Just like me.

“Perhaps,” Finn suggests, his voice steady despite the desire evident in his scent, “we should relocate to more appropriate accommodations. The master suite provides optimal space for five participants, while this room’s furnishings are inadequate for extended activities.”

I laugh against Jinx’s mouth. “Only you could make an orgy sound like a tactical operation, Professor.”

“Efficiency enhances pleasure,” Finn counters, but a smile tugs at his lips. “Particularly when multiple variables are involved.”

“He’s not wrong,” Ryker says, his commanding presence shifting the energy in the room. “Upstairs. Now.”

The walk to the master suite feels like the longest journey of my life—five people moving with single-minded purpose, pack bonds humming with anticipation. Hands brush against mine, casual touches that carry electric potential. The scents of alpha, beta, and omega blend into something unique to our pack—a combination that feels like home.

The master bedroom spans half the third floor, its massive windows overlooking the valley while providing perfect privacy from any outside observation. The centerpiece is the ridiculous bed Theo insisted on—large enough for five people to sleep comfortably or, as we’re about to discover, engage in considerably more active pursuits.

I barely have time to appreciate the view before Jinx is on me again, his kiss hungrier now that we’ve reached our destination. His hands make quick work of the clothes I’d just put back on, stripping me with efficient grace that belies his usual chaotic nature.

“Been thinking about this all day,” he murmurs against my throat, teeth grazing the spot where his claiming mark stands out against my skin. “You and me. You and all of us.”

I gasp as his hands find my breasts, thumbs flicking over sensitive nipples with perfect pressure. “Psychic now?”

His laugh vibrates against my skin. “Nah. Just know my Glitch.” His hand slides between my thighs, finding me still slick from Ryker’s earlier claiming. “Fuck, you’re drenched.”

“Ryker’s fault,” I manage, breath hitching as his fingers explore me with devastating precision.

“Sharing is caring,” Jinx says, flashing a wicked grin at our alpha, who’s watching with hungry eyes as he strips off his own clothing again.

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