Page 106 of Reckless Consequences

Around us, the others are shedding clothes with varying degrees of urgency—Theo’s artistic deliberation, Finn’s methodical efficiency, Ryker’s confident precision. Through our bond, I feel their desire building, their focus narrowing to the five of us and nothing beyond this room, this moment.

Jinx guides me to the bed with uncharacteristic gentleness, laying me out like something precious. The contrast to his usual feral energy makes my heart twist with unexpected emotion.

“Beautiful,” Theo says, the first to join us. He stretches out beside me, already naked, his olive skin a stunning contrast to my paler tone. “Our impossible beta.”

“Hybrid,” Finn corrects, approaching with analytical appreciation. His lean body is all wiry strength, his cock standing proud against his stomach. “Her designation adaptation has created something entirely new. Neither purely beta nor omega, but a unique integration of both.”

“Still talking too much, Professor,” Jinx growls, but there’s no real heat in it.

Finn smiles as he joins us on the bed. “Perhaps I require incentive to focus on more practical applications.”

“Happy to provide,” I tell him, reaching up to pull him down for a kiss.

Finn kisses like he does everything—with methodical precision that builds to devastating effect. His hands map my body with scientific thoroughness, finding every spot that makes me gasp. Through our bond, I feel his mind cataloging responses, using data from past encounters to enhance present pleasure.

The bed dips as Ryker joins us, completing our circle. His alpha presence sends fresh heat coursing through me—commanding yet protective, strength tempered by care. His hands find my hair, tilting my head back as Finn’s mouth moves lower.

“Look at you,” Ryker murmurs, eyes dark with renewed hunger despite our earlier claiming. “Taking us all so beautifully.”

His words send a shiver down my spine. Theo moves closer, his omega scent wrapping around me like silk. His lips find my breast just as Finn’s mouth reaches the apex of my thighs, the dual sensation drawing a cry from my throat. His tongue parts my folds, finding my clit with unerring accuracy.

Jinx watches with predatory focus, his cock hard and leaking as he strokes himself lazily. “That’s it, Glitch. Let us hear you.”

The sensations overwhelm—Finn’s clever mouth between my legs, his tongue delving inside me before returning to circle my clit with maddening precision.

Theo’s artistic attention to my breasts, teeth and tongue working in perfect harmony to send sparks of pleasure-pain straight to my core.

Ryker’s commanding presence at my head, his fingers tangled in my hair to keep my gaze locked with his.

Jinx’s predatory eyes tracking every reaction, his hand working his impressive length as he watches.

Our bond pulses with five-way awareness, each pleasure echoing through the connection to create feedback that heightens everything. I can feel what they feel—Finn’s satisfaction at each gasp he draws from me, Theo’s artistic appreciation of my responses, Ryker’s alpha pride, Jinx’s feral hunger.

The connection manifests physically—our heartbeats gradually synchronizing until they beat as one complex rhythm, our breathing falling into complementary patterns, our body temperatures regulating to create perfect thermal equilibrium between us.

“Finn,” I gasp as his tongue finds a particularly sensitive spot. “Right there, don’t stop?—”

He doubles down on his efforts, two fingers sliding inside me as his tongue works my clit. The dual stimulation, combined with the sensory overload of the others’ touch and attention, sends me hurtling over the edge. I come with a cry that echoes off the high ceiling, body arching off the bed as pleasure crashes through me.

Finn works me through it with meticulous attention, gentling his touch as I become hypersensitive. When he finally pulls back, his mouth is slick with the evidence of my pleasure, his eyes dark with desire.

“Fascinating response pattern,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh. “The multiple stimulation clearly enhances orgasmic intensity.”

“Still analyzing,” Jinx laughs, moving to take Finn’s place. “My turn, Professor.”

Before Finn can respond, Jinx is between my thighs, his approach entirely different—all wild hunger where Finn was methodical precision. His mouth finds me with feral intensity, tongue delving deep before withdrawing to flick teasingly over my still-sensitive clit.

“Jinx,” I gasp, hands fisting in his hair. “Too much?—”

He pulls back just enough to meet my eyes, his grin wicked. “No such thing, Glitch. Not for you.” He lowers his head again, the gentle scrape of teeth against my clit making me cry out. “Besides, I wanna taste both of you. You and our Commander.”

The implication—that he can taste Ryker’s earlier release mingled with my own wetness—sends fresh heat flooding through me. Jinx groans against me, the vibration adding another layer to the sensation as he devours me with single-minded focus.

Theo moves up to capture my mouth, sharing the taste of my own arousal left on his lips from where he’s been kissing my breasts. His kiss is a perfect counterpoint to Jinx’s wild hunger—controlled yet passionate, artistic in its precision.

“Look at you,” he murmurs against my lips. “Taking us all so beautifully.”

I reach for him, hand wrapping around his hardness, drawing a hiss of pleasure from his throat. Finn moves to kneel behind Theo, his hands sliding over the omega’s skin with analytical appreciation. Ryker watches it all, his alpha presence a tangible force as he strokes himself with controlled patience.

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