Page 8 of Reckless Consequences

“Alpha!” Theo cries, hands fisting in Ryker’s hair. “Oh god, your tongue?—”

I take advantage of the moment to strip off my remaining clothes, my cock springing free, angry red and leaking. My knot aches painfully, desperate to slide into his tight heat and lock inside of him.

Ryker lifts his head, lips and chin glistening with slick. “He’s ready,” he confirms, voice wrecked with desire. “Taste him, Jinx. Then give him what he needs.”

I bend to where Ryker indicates, running my tongue along Theo’s entrance, drinking directly from the source. The flavor explodes across my tongue, more intense than the sample I took earlier. I lap at him greedily, tongue dipping inside to taste his inner walls, to feel them flutter against the intrusion.

It’s hot. It’s dirty and I want more.

I want all of him.

Unable to wait any longer, I hover over him, my own body pulsating with need and desire.

I position myself between his spread thighs, the head of my cock nudging against his slick entrance. With one hard thrust, I bury myself to the hilt, the tight heat of his body stealing the breath from my lungs and replacing it with pure sensation.

“Fuck,” I groan, the sensation nearly undoing me—tight heat and slick perfection closing around me, squeezing my length with rhythmic pulses that threaten to end this before it truly begins. “So tight, piccolo. So perfect around my cock.”

Ryker watches with hunger in his eyes, his hand wrapped around Theo’s throat in that way that makes our omega’s eyes roll back and his body clench tighter around me. His other hand works his own length, pre-come glistening at the tip as he strokes himself in time with my thrusts.

“Look at me,” Ryker commands, and both Theo and I obey instantly, pulled by the gravitational force of alpha authority. “Stay with us.”

I can’t look away from them—Ryker’s controlled power, Theo’s artistic surrender. Together they’re a masterpiece I could watch forever, beauty in destruction, art in abandonment. Ryker’s free hand finds my shoulder, grip bruising as he steadies me, grounds me, reminds me of the pack bond thrumming between us like a living current.

My pace increases, each thrust driving deeper, harder. I can feel my knot beginning to catch on Theo’s rim, the swelling base of my cock threatening to lock us together in biology’s most intimate bond. My omega’s legs wrap around my waist, heels digging into my lower back to pull me deeper, demanding everything I have to give.

“Faster,” Theo demands, his voice breaking around the edges, fracturing into something primitive and needy. “Harder. Need more. Need your knot, Jinx. Need to feel you fill me.”

“We know what you need,” Ryker soothes, his hand moving from Theo’s throat to wrap around the omega’s leaking cock, working him in time with my increasingly erratic thrusts. “We’ve got you.”

The room is thick with us—alpha and omega, rut and heat, sweat and scent. The bond crackles between us, stretched tight with pleasure. Every thrust draws out a cry from Theo, wet and wanting, his body taking everything I give and begging for more. Our sounds mix—moans, gasps, the slap of skin—a rhythm as old as instinct.

But underneath it all, there’s something else. Faint. Sharp. Citrus and ozone. Her scent. A ghost in the room, haunting the space between each heartbeat. Our missing beta.

The pack bond connecting me to Cayenne pulses suddenly—sharp and electric, like touching a live wire. Through it comes a flash of her emotions—determination, adrenaline, fear. Not a general feeling but something specific, something immediate. Someone’s found her.

Even lost in pleasure, I find my gaze drifting to Finn’s unconscious form. His chest rises and falls in shallow rhythm, each breath a reminder of why we’re here, why we need to hold together until our pack is complete again.

Theo follows my gaze, understanding darkening his heat-glazed eyes. “They’ll make it,” he gasps, his body tightening around me as another wave of pleasure crashes through him. “They’ll both come home to us.”

“Yes,” Ryker affirms, the single word carrying the weight of an oath. His hand slides from my shoulder to the back of my neck, grip firm and grounding. “All of us. Together.”

My knot swells fully, catching on Theo’s rim with each thrust, the drag of it against his sensitive flesh making him cry out in mingled pleasure-pain. With a final, brutal drive forward, I push past the resistance, locking us together as my orgasm tears through me like a lightning strike. My cock pulses inside him, pumping him full of come as my knot ensures not a drop escapes. The need to breed, to claim, to fill him completely overwhelms me even though we both know conception is impossible.

“Yes,” Theo keens, his back arching off the couch. “Fill me, alpha. So full.”

Ryker works him faster, his hand a blur on Theo’s cock while his other hand continues stroking his own length, the power in his shoulders and arms rippling beneath tanned skin. “Come for us,” he commands, his voice carrying that perfect alpha timbre that brooks no argument. “Now.”

We break together, three bodies finding release in cascading rhythm. Theo’s orgasm triggers the final pulse of my knot, locking us more firmly together as his inner walls milk every last drop from me, his body designed to take everything an alpha can give. The pleasure rips through me with enough force to make my vision blur, my consciousness narrowing to the points where we connect—my cock locked inside Theo’s body, my shoulder under Ryker’s grip, the pack bonds stretching between us and reaching toward our missing pieces.

Ryker comes last, ropes of white painting Theo’s chest and neck in stark contrast to his olive skin. He marks our omega with his scent, his essence, in the most primal way possible—a visual claim that speaks to something ancient in all of us.

But he doesn’t stop there. As my ruts slow, Ryker massages his cum into Theo’s chest. His nails sliding down, creating little rivulets that’s insanely arousing.

Theo’s cock squirts more cum. During a full heat he will stay hard for days. But as he comes again, his cock softens slightly, telling us he will be good for a little while.

My knot keeps us locked together, my cock still occasionally twitching inside him, releasing smaller pulses of come as his body continues to squeeze around me, demanding every drop. Ryker cleans us with gentle efficiency, wiping away the evidence of our passion with tender care that belies his usual military precision.

Then as I lay locked inside of Theo, Ryker checks Finn’s vitals. “Unchanged,” he mutters.

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