Page 20 of Reckless Consequences

“Omega claim,” Ryker confirms, voice tight with restraint. “He’s marked her as his.”

The bite stings, but beneath the pain blooms warmth that spreads outward. The sensation connects to something deep inside I never knew existed. The pack bond strengthens, transforming from the tenuous connection I’ve been fighting into something substantial and impossible to deny.

For a beta, this shouldn’t be possible.

For me, it feels like finally discovering a missing piece.

Theo pulls back, a hint of clarity returning to his heat-hazed eyes as he studies my reaction. “Mine,” he states simply, the single word carrying weight, his thumb tracing the mark he’s left.

“Yours,” I agree, surprised by how natural it feels. Something protective rises in me alongside a desire to submit. These contradictory feelings further evidence my changing body.

His answering smile is brilliant, though it quickly shifts to desperation as another wave of heat symptoms hits him. His back arches, a whimper escaping as slick glistens on his inner thighs, the scent hitting me like a physical blow—sweet and intoxicating.

“Need more,” he gasps, hands scrabbling at my remaining clothing. “Need everything. Please, Cayenne.”

I look up, finding both alphas watching with identical expressions of hunger and restraint—Ryker’s control a rigid mask, Jinx’s chaos barely contained, visible in his trembling hands and tense jaw.

“Help me,” I say simply, and they move as one.

Ryker positions himself behind me, his large hands steadying my shoulders as Jinx helps Theo strip away the last of his clothing. The omega’s body is a masterpiece—olive skin flushed with heat, lithe muscles defined by sweat, cock standing proud. Between his legs, slick glistens, pooling on the bedding beneath him.

“Beautiful,” I breathe, earning a whimper from Theo and twin rumbles from the alphas.

“He needs release,” Ryker murmurs against my ear. “Multiple releases. The first heat wave is always the most intense.”

Theo reaches for me, pulls me down to hover over him. His hands find my face, surprisingly gentle despite his desperation. “Been waiting so long,” he whispers, voice breaking. “Needed you here. All of you.”

“Show me what you need,” I whisper back, overwhelmed by his beauty, his vulnerability, his strength in waiting despite what it cost him.

“Touch me,” he pleads. “Taste me. Want your mouth on me, Cayenne.”

Ryker’s hands guide me, positioning my body between Theo’s spread thighs. The scent of slick is overwhelming this close. I’ve never been with an omega in heat before. As a beta, I shouldn’t be this affected, but the virus has changed how my body responds. The glands at my neck pulse, releasing a scent that mingles with Theo’s.

“Like this,” Jinx instructs, voice rough as he moves beside me. “Watch.”

He bends, drawing his tongue through the slick coating Theo’s inner thigh in a long stroke that makes the omega keen, back arching. “Taste him,” Jinx urges, pupils wide. “He tastes like heaven.”

I bend, tentative at first, running my tongue along the same path. The flavor explodes—honey and spice and something uniquely Theo. Nothing prepared me for this—the sweet-salt perfection, the silky texture.

“More,” Theo begs, hips lifting. “Please, Cayenne.”

I follow instinct, drawing my tongue higher, closer to the source of the slick. The first swipe across that sensitive flesh earns a broken cry, his thighs trembling.

“There,” Ryker guides, one large hand settling at my neck. “Just like that. He needs pressure and rhythm.”

I lose myself in tasting him, learning Theo’s body—the spots that make him cry out, the pressure that makes his back arch, the rhythm that has him fisting the sheets. His responses are immediate and beautiful, uninhibited in a way I’ve never witnessed before.

When I finally close my lips around his cock, he shatters—back bowing off the bed, Italian curses falling from his lips as he comes without warning. I swallow instinctively, surprised by the satisfaction I feel in bringing him release.

“So responsive,” Jinx murmurs appreciatively, stroking Theo’s damp hair back from his forehead. “Always so beautiful when you come apart.”

But instead of sating him, the orgasm seems to intensify Theo’s need. Within moments, he’s hard again, slick flowing in renewed waves.

“Not enough,” he gasps, reaching for me. “Need more. Need you inside. Need to be filled.”

His words send heat through me, unexpected and powerful. An alpha-like urge rises within me—the need to satisfy my omega. This response feels foreign to my beta nature but perfectly aligned with whatever the virus has created within me.

Ryker’s hands find my hips, guiding me to straddle Theo’s thighs. The last remnants of my clothing are quickly discarded, Ryker and Jinx working together to strip away the final barriers, until I’m completely bare to their hungry gazes.

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