Page 108 of Reckless Consequences

Finn moves between my legs next, his mind already calculating the optimal angle. “May I?” he asks, ever the gentleman despite the hunger evident in his eyes.

“Please,” I beg, reaching for him. “Need you, Finn.”

His approach is entirely different from Ryker’s controlling power—methodical precision in every movement as he positions himself at my entrance. He slides in with scientific thoroughness, gauging my reaction to each increment until he’s fully seated.

“Optimal depth achieved,” he murmurs, a hint of humor breaking through his usual analytical façade.

I laugh, the sound turning to a moan as the movement shifts him inside me. “Data collection commencing?”

His smile is warm despite the desire darkening his eyes. “Continuous monitoring engaged.”

He starts moving with mathematical precision, each thrust calculated for maximum effect. Where Ryker was all controlling power, Finn is measured accuracy—finding exactly the right angle to hit the spot inside me that makes my vision blur.

Jinx moves to kneel beside my head, his cock brushing my lips as Finn claimed me below. “Room for one more, Glitch?”

In answer, I turn my head to take him into my mouth, moaning around his length as Finn’s pace increases below. The taste of Jinx—wild and masculine with notes of cherry tobacco—fills my senses as I work him with lips and tongue.

Theo and Ryker watch with hunger in their eyes, hands stroking themselves as they take in the scene. Through our bond, I feel their satisfaction—not just sexual but deeper, pack-level contentment at seeing me claimed by our betas.

Finn’s usual precision begins to falter as pleasure builds, his rhythm becoming more erratic. The change tells me he’s close, his mind overwhelmed by physical sensation. I clench deliberately around him, drawing a rare curse from his lips.

“Cayenne,” he groans, hands tightening on my hips. “I can’t?—”

“Let go,” I encourage, pulling off Jinx just long enough to speak. “Want to feel you come.”

The permission breaks his control. He drives deep once, twice, three times before stilling, his release pulsing inside me in hot waves that make me gasp around Jinx’s length. Through our bond, I feel Finn’s pleasure as if it’s my own—analytical mind temporarily overwhelmed by pure sensation.

As he comes down from his high, Jinx grows impatient, his feral nature pushing to the forefront. “My turn,” he growls, pulling away from my mouth to reposition himself.

Finn carefully withdraws, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh before moving aside to make room for our most unpredictable pack member. Jinx doesn’t immediately take his place, instead flipping me onto my stomach with predatory efficiency.

“Hands and knees, Glitch,” he orders, a hint of alpha creeping into his usual chaotic energy. “Wanna see you take me from behind.”

I comply eagerly, body still thrumming with pleasure despite multiple orgasms. Jinx positions himself behind me, hands spreading me open with possessive appreciation.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he murmurs, thumb sliding through the evidence of Ryker and Finn’s earlier claiming. “All wet and ready for me.”

The first thrust is deliberately slow, letting me feel every inch as he fills me with his considerable length. Unlike Ryker’s controlling power or Finn’s methodical precision, Jinx is all wild intensity—unpredictable rhythms designed to keep me constantly off-balance.

“Jinx,” I gasp as he hits particularly deep, the new angle allowing for deeper penetration than the others achieved. “God, yes?—”

“That’s it,” he growls, one hand tangling in my hair to pull my head back. “Let me hear you.”

His pace increases, each thrust harder and deeper than the last. The sound of skin against skin fills the room, punctuated by my cries and his approving growls. Through our bond, I feel his feral satisfaction at claiming me so thoroughly, at adding his scent to the others already marking me inside and out.

Theo moves to lie beneath me, positioning himself so that my face hovers above his cock. The invitation is clear in his eyes—a third point of connection to complement Jinx’s claiming from behind. I lower my head eagerly, taking him into my mouth as Jinx continues his relentless pace.

The dual penetration—Jinx’s cock stretching me from behind while Theo fills my mouth from below—creates yet another dimension of pleasure. I’m surrounded, filled, claimed in the most primal way possible. When Finn’s hands find my breasts and Ryker’s fingers tangle in my hair, the circuit completes—all five of us connected through touch and bond.

“She’s gonna come again,” Jinx announces, feeling the telltale tightening of my inner muscles around him. “Aren’t you, Glitch? Gonna come all over my cock?”

I moan around Theo in helpless affirmation, the omega’s hands finding Finn’s on my breasts to intensify the stimulation. Ryker’s grip in my hair tightens, forcing me to look up and meet Theo’s eyes as pleasure builds to unbearable levels.

“Now,” Ryker commands, alpha authority flowing through the word. “Come for us. All of us.”

The command triggers something primal in my hybrid biology. The orgasm that crashes through me is unlike any before—not just physical release but something deeper, pack-level connection that transcends designation boundaries. I clench around Jinx, mouth tightening around Theo, every muscle tensing as pleasure whites out my vision.

Jinx’s rhythm falters as my inner muscles milk him, his release following moments after mine. His knot begins to swell, catching at my entrance with each thrust. Unlike Ryker, he doesn’t hold back—with a final powerful drive, he pushes his knot past resistant muscles, locking us together as his release floods me in hot pulses that seem endless.

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