Page 22 of Reckless Consequences

Jinx withdraws from Theo’s mouth, earning a whine of protest that transforms into a groan of pleasure as Jinx moves to position himself behind Theo’s head, hands sliding beneath the omega’s shoulders to lift him slightly.

“I’ve got you, piccolo,” Jinx murmurs, supporting Theo’s upper body in a semi-reclined position that changes the angle of our connection, driving him deeper inside me.

“Now,” Ryker says, his cock nudging against my prepared entrance. “Bear down slightly. It will ease the way.”

The initial penetration burns despite the preparation—his size more significant than his fingers suggested. I gasp, freezing in place as my body adjusts. Beneath me, Theo whimpers, sensing my discomfort.

“Breathe through it,” Ryker instructs, holding perfectly still despite the trembling in his thighs. “Your body will adapt.”

He’s right. The burning subsides gradually, replaced by fullness that borders on too much but somehow isn’t. I’ve never felt so completely filled, so utterly claimed, as in this moment—Theo inside my core, Ryker breaching me from behind, Jinx’s hand tangled in my hair.

“Move,” I finally gasp, earning rumbles of approval from all three men.

We establish a new rhythm—more complex than before, requiring coordination that would be impossible without our bonds guiding us. Ryker sets the pace, his thrusts pushing me forward onto Theo, who responds with upward rolls of his hips. Jinx steals kisses from whoever is nearest.

The pressure builds with inexorable intensity—not just physical pleasure, but something more profound. Through the haze, I become aware of Theo’s breathing changing—quickening, catching on small whimpers that signal his approaching climax.

“He’s close,” Jinx observes, bending to capture one of Theo’s nipples between his teeth, earning a broken cry from the omega.

“So am I,” Ryker admits, his rhythm faltering slightly as he fights for control.

I feel the change before I understand it—a swelling at the base of Ryker’s cock, stretching me further with each thrust. His knot, preparing to lock us together. The realization sends a surge of heat through me, clenching around Theo in a way that makes him cry out.

“Knot her,” Theo urges, the words slurred with pleasure. “Want to feel it. Want to watch.”

Ryker’s pace increases, his restraint fracturing. With a final, powerful thrust, he seats himself fully inside me, his knot swelling to its full size, locking us together as his orgasm tears through him. The sensation of being stretched to my limit, of being filled with his release, triggers my own climax—a supernova of pleasure that obliterates thought.

That is when I feel Ryker’s teeth graze my neck. His fingers pull at my nipple, sending a fresh wave of arousal through me. Then he bites. Claiming. Marking.

The dual claiming marks balance each other—hot and commanding paired with sweet and binding. My scent glands throb beneath his teeth, releasing a flood of pheromones that carry notes of all of us—my citrus now layered with Theo’s vanilla, Ryker’s cedar, and traces of Jinx’s tobacco.

For a moment, I feel our pack bonds in a new way—me connecting alpha and omega through my virus-altered state.

Beneath me, Theo follows, his cry muffled against Jinx’s shoulder as his cock pulses inside me. Only Jinx remains unsatisfied, his erection straining against his stomach, knot beginning to swell at the base though he has nowhere to use it.

But Theo, despite being lost in the aftermath of his third orgasm, notices. With omega grace, he reaches for Jinx, wrapping long artist’s fingers around his length. “Come for us,” he urges, stroking with deliberate pressure. “Let us see you.”

Jinx doesn’t last long under Theo’s focused attention—his release painting the omega’s chest, his knot swelling uselessly in open air. The sight should be faintly tragic, but instead holds unexpected beauty—sacrifice willingly made for pack harmony.

We collapse together, a tangle of limbs—Ryker’s knot keeping us locked together, Theo still inside me though softening now, Jinx curled protectively around us both, one arm extended to maintain contact with Ryker.

I find myself cataloging sensations I never expected to experience—the stretch of an alpha knot, the weight of an omega against my chest, the completeness of our bonds. Most unexpected is the absence—the void that marks Finn’s unconscious state, a missing piece we all feel.

His presence feels stronger now—reaching tentatively toward us as his consciousness drifts closer to the surface. Even in sleep, he’s analyzing, preparing to rejoin us.

“The booster’s working,” I murmur, sensing the change in Finn. “His fever’s down.”

I glance toward our beta, seeing more improvement. The monitor shows his vitals have nearly normalized—temperature down to 99.8, oxygen levels steady at 97 percent. His face has relaxed into natural sleep. His hands occasionally twitch, like he’s calculating equations in his sleep—a reassuring sign that his mind is returning to full function.

“Yes,” Ryker confirms, his voice a rumble I feel through our connected bodies. “His color’s improved too. Breathing steadier.”

“He’ll join us for the next wave,” Theo says with certainty, nuzzling against my shoulder where his claiming bite throbs. The statement carries no jealousy, only anticipation—the pack will be complete.

Through our bond, I feel a flutter of acknowledgment from Finn—not consciousness exactly, but awareness, his mind processing our connection even in dreams.

“Thank you,” Theo whispers against my skin, the words meant for me alone. “For coming back. For waiting with me. For making us whole.”

The simple gratitude breaks something open inside me—some last resistance I didn’t know I still maintained. Tears prick at my eyes, unexpected and unwelcome. “I should be thanking you,” I manage. “For waiting. For wanting me here despite...”

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