Page 107 of Reckless Consequences

Jinx’s ministrations push me toward another peak faster than I thought possible, my body still responsive from earlier orgasms. When he slides two fingers inside me, curling them to hit exactly the right spot while his tongue continues its relentless attention to my clit, I shatter again—harder this time, vision whiting out at the edges as pleasure crashes through me.

“Taste so good,” Jinx murmurs against my inner thigh as I come down, his chin slick with evidence of my pleasure. “Could do this all fucking day.”

“Let someone else have a turn,” Theo chides, though his eyes are dark with hunger at the sight of me sprawled boneless with satisfaction.

Jinx crawls up my body, replacing Theo at my mouth. He kisses me deeply, letting me taste myself on his tongue—and beneath it, the faint trace of Ryker, connecting us all in the most primal way.

“My turn,” Ryker says, his alpha command brooking no argument.

Jinx grins against my mouth before rolling aside, making space for our alpha to take his place between my thighs. Ryker’s approach is entirely different from both Finn’s methodical precision and Jinx’s wild hunger—controlled power in every movement as he pulls my legs over his shoulders.

“Still want more?” he asks, voice rough with desire.

“Always,” I tell him, truth pulsing through our bond. “All of you. Always.”

His cock slides through my folds, the head catching on my entrance before pushing just slightly inside. The tease makes me whimper, hips lifting in silent plea.

“Patience,” he murmurs, withdrawing to repeat the torment. “We have all night.”

“Ryker,” I groan, frustration building as he continues to deny me the fullness I crave. “Please.”

“Please what?” His smile is all alpha satisfaction, knowing exactly what he’s doing to me.

“Fuck me,” I demand, reaching between us to guide him where I need him most. “Now.”

He catches my wrists in one hand, pinning them above my head as he finally—finally—pushes inside in one smooth thrust. The fullness makes me cry out, body still responsive from earlier claiming.

“So tight,” he growls, holding still as I adjust to his size again. “So perfect for me.”

He sets a deliberately slow pace, each thrust deep and measured, designed to build pleasure gradually rather than race toward completion. Theo moves to straddle my head, his cock brushing my lips in silent question. I open for him eagerly, taking him into my mouth as Ryker continues his measured claiming below.

The dual penetration—Ryker’s cock stretching me below while Theo fills my mouth above—creates a feedback loop of pleasure through our bond. I can feel what they feel—Ryker’s tight heat, Theo’s wet warmth—as if the sensations are my own.

Finn and Jinx move to either side, hands exploring wherever they can reach. Finn’s approach focuses on known sensitive spots—the underside of my breast, the junction of my thigh, the hollow of my throat. Jinx is more exploratory, finding new places that make me gasp around Theo’s length—the back of my knee, the curve of my waist, the sensitive skin behind my ear.

Through it all, our bond pulses stronger than ever—five points of a constellation perfectly aligned. My hybrid biology responds to each designation uniquely—alpha commands sending shivers down my spine, omega pheromones heightening sensitivity, beta focus creating perfect feedback.

Ryker’s pace gradually increases, his control slipping as pleasure builds. Theo matches his rhythm above, careful not to push too deep despite my eager response. Finn’s mouth finds my breast, teeth closing gently around a nipple as Jinx claims the other, the symmetrical stimulation adding yet another layer to the overwhelming pleasure.

I’m surrounded, filled, claimed from all sides—Ryker’s cock stretching me below, Theo’s length filling my mouth above, Finn and Jinx’s hands and mouths everywhere else. The sensation of being utterly and completely possessed by my pack pushes me toward another peak, this one building slower but promising to be more intense than any before.

Ryker feels it through our bond, his rhythm faltering. “Close,” he growls, hands tightening on my hips. “Fuck, Cayenne?—”

I moan around Theo, the vibration drawing a gasp from the omega. His control slips, hips jerking forward before he catches himself. “Sorry,” he murmurs, starting to pull back.

I grip his thighs, stopping his retreat. I want this—want all of them, in every way possible. The bond between us carries my silent permission, making Theo groan as he understands my intent.

“She wants it,” Finn translates, interpreting the bond perfectly. “All of us. Everything.”

“Greedy little hybrid,” Jinx says with approving hunger, his hand sliding between my legs to find my clit. “Gonna come for us again, Glitch? Show us how good we make you feel?”

His clever fingers, combined with Ryker’s increasingly powerful thrusts and the overwhelm of sensations from all sides, push me over the edge. I come with a muffled cry around Theo’s cock, body clenching around Ryker’s length as pleasure crashes through me in waves that seem endless.

The rhythmic pulsing of my inner muscles triggers Ryker’s release. He drives deep one final time, knot swelling at my entrance before he pulls back just enough to avoid locking us together—not yet, not when the others haven’t had their turn. His release floods me in hot pulses that make my nerve endings sing with renewed pleasure.

Above me, Theo withdraws from my mouth despite my whimpered protest. “Not yet, piccola,” he soothes, stroking my cheek. “I want to be inside you properly.”

Ryker carefully pulls out, his release trickling down my thighs in a way that should be embarrassing but only sends fresh heat curling through me—physical evidence of our claiming, connecting us in the most primal way.

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