Page 25 of Reckless Consequences

“I’m fine,” I assure him, turning my face to press a kiss to his palm. The simple contact sends electricity through me, a silent promise for more. “Better than fine. The virus seems to have... enhanced certain aspects of my biology.”

His eyebrow raises with interest, that familiar curiosity that makes him uniquely Finn even in these circumstances. “Fascinating,” he murmurs, thumb tracing my lower lip in a touch that feels shockingly intimate. “I’d hypothesize that Sterling’s virus contains recessive Omega markers that activate under specific conditions. Your exposure to Theo’s heat pheromones may have triggered responses in your altered genetic structure.”

Only Finn would deliver a scientific analysis while surrounded by naked packmates in the midst of a heat cycle. The sheer normality of it, the perfect Finn-ness of it, makes something bubble up from my chest—a laugh that feels like the first sunshine after endless rain.

“What?” Jinx asks, momentarily distracted from where he’s been nuzzling Theo’s neck.

“Nothing,” I smile, feeling lighter than I have in days despite the heavy heat building in my core. “Just... us. This. It’s so perfectly imperfect.”

Understanding dawns across their faces—the recognition that despite everything Sterling has tried to do to us, despite the virus and the pain and the fear, we’ve created something uniquely ours.

The moment breaks as Theo whimpers, his control shattering under a wave of heat symptoms. His back arches, head falling against Jinx’s shoulder as slick glistens on his inner thighs, catching the morning light.

“Help me,” he pleads, desperation in his voice as he reaches for me with trembling hands. “Need you. All of you.”

My body responds to his call like it’s been trained to. I find myself moving closer, drawn into the orbit of his need. Jinx’s hands find the hem of my borrowed shirt, tugging it upward with impatient need. I raise my arms, letting him strip me bare.

Theo’s eyes darken further as he takes me in, something possessive flashing across his features despite his growing desperation. “Beautiful,” he breathes, one hand reaching to trace the curve of my waist, the touch scorching. “Mine. Ours.”

“Yours,” I agree, the admission feeling like freedom rather than surrender. “All of yours.”

Finn’s hands find me from behind, steadier now as if touching me has restored some of his strength. His lips brush the unclaimed side of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. “Show us,” he murmurs against my skin. “Show us what you learned yesterday.”

The request sends heat flooding through me. I turn to Theo, his need the most urgent among us. “Let me help you first,” I say, gently guiding him to lie back against Jinx’s chest.

He follows with implicit trust. I settle between his spread thighs, inhaling the intoxicating scent of his slick. The memory of its taste makes my mouth water as I bend to trace my tongue along the inside of his thigh.

Theo’s body jerks at the contact, a broken sound escaping him. “More,” he gasps, hips lifting. “Please, Cayenne.”

I give him what he needs, tongue exploring the sensitive skin of his inner thighs before finding the source of his slick. The taste fills my senses—honey and spice and something uniquely Theo. I lose myself in pleasing him, in learning the spots that make him cry out, the pressure that makes his back arch, the rhythm that has him clutching at Jinx’s arms.

Finn watches with intensity, his mind clearly cataloging every response. “Try there,” he suggests, voice rough with need as he indicates a spot I’ve missed. “It’s particularly sensitive.”

I follow his direction, gratified when Theo’s hips buck in response, Italian curses falling from his lips. The Omega’s hands find my hair, guiding me with increasingly urgent need as his body rushes toward release.

“Look at her,” Jinx murmurs against Theo’s ear, loud enough for me to hear. “So perfect between your legs, learning how to please you. She’s a fast learner, our Beta.”

The praise sends unexpected heat through me as I redouble my efforts. When Theo finally breaks, it’s with a cry that might be my name or Italian, his body jerking beneath my ministrations.

I continue gently, easing him through the aftershocks until he tugs at my hair, oversensitivity making him whimper. I pull back, lips and chin slick with evidence of his pleasure, satisfaction warming me from the inside out.

“Beautiful,” Ryker murmurs, appearing beside me to brush my hair back from my face, his touch unexpectedly tender despite his obvious arousal. “Both of you. Perfect.”

Before I can respond, Theo’s reaching for me, heat-clumsy hands pulling me up his body. “More,” he demands, pupils still blown wide despite his recent release. “Need to feel you. Need all of you.”

The demand sends a thrill through me. I straddle his hips, feeling his continued arousal pressing against my core.

“Are you sure?” I ask, needing his explicit consent despite the obvious need written across his features.

“Please,” he nods, hands finding my hips to pull me closer. “Want to feel you. Want you to ride me again.”

The memory of yesterday flashes through my mind—the feeling of him inside me. My body responds with a rush of wetness, readying itself for him.

“Let me,” Finn says, voice rough as he positions himself behind me. His hands steady my hips as I align myself with Theo. “Slowly now.”

I sink down onto Theo with a sigh that feels like coming home, taking him inch by inch until he’s fully seated within me. The sensation makes my head fall back against Finn’s shoulder, a moan escaping me at the perfect fullness.

“Yes,” Theo hisses, eyes locked on mine as his hands grip my thighs. “Move, Cayenne. Please move.”

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