Page 13 of Reckless: Collision

“I don’t break.” The words escape as a ragged gasp, my throat constricting under his grip.

“Either you are a fool or reckless,” he whispers, close enough that every word brushes against my lips like a promise. “Anyonecould come in here, and here you are offering up your sweet pussy to me on a platter.” The last word comes out as a growl that vibrates through every inch of me.

My skin pebbles into goosebumps, a trail of electricity darting from my neck to my core. My heart slams against my ribs so hard I wonder if he can see it through my shirt. My teeth find my lower lip, biting down until I taste copper. I’m playing with fire, reaching directly into flames—knowing I’ll burn but craving the heat anyway.

“Maybe I’m both,” I breathe, my lips barely brushing against his. “A reckless fool who knows exactly what she wants.” I lick my lips. “A fool who sees another that can give her exactly what she needs.”

His grip on my throat tightens just enough to make me gasp. The alpha’s eyes darken with desire, and I can see the internal struggle playing out on his face. He wants this as much as I do, but he’s fighting against his instincts.

“You have no idea what you’re asking for,” he growls, his breath hot against my skin.

I arch my body into his, pressing myself against the hard planes of his chest. “Then show me.”

That’s all it takes. With a guttural sound that’s more animal than human, he crashes his lips against mine. The kiss is brutal, all teeth and tongue, and I match his intensity with my own. His hand leaves my throat to grab my ass, lifting me onto the sink counter.

My skin sparks and sizzles under his touch, every nerve ending lighting up like a live wire. Each point of contact threatens to shatter what little control I have left.

I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer as his lips trail down my neck. He nips at my pulse point, and I have to bite back a moan. We’re still in a public bathroom, after all.

Actually, fuck it—I let it loose, let it echo around us and drive us higher and higher.

His lips find mine again. He knows how to kiss, how to take pleasure just from my tongue. Sucking on it, he draws it out of my mouth, those eyes still open and locked on mine.

Hard and fast, that’s what I need right here, right now.

My hands grip his shirt, drawing him even closer.

His hands are everywhere, rough and demanding, as if he’s trying to claim every inch of my body. I fumble with his belt, desperate to feel him skin to skin. The clink of metal echoes in the tiled room as I finally manage to undo it.

“Impatient little beta,” he growls against my neck, his teeth grazing my skin.

I shiver, both from his words and his touch. “Less talking, more fucking,” I breathe, arching into him.

He chuckles, a dark and resonant sound that vibrates through me. “As you wish.”

In a single swift motion, he tugs down my pants and underwear. I gasp at the sudden cool air on my heated skin, but it’s promptly replaced by the warmth of his hand as he trails it up my inner thigh.

“So wet for me already,” he murmurs, his fingers circling my entrance. “You truly want this, don’t you?”

I nod, desperate, beyond words. He eases two fingers inside me, and I bite my lip to stifle a cry. The stretch is exquisite, yet not enough. I crave more. I need more.

“Please,” I whimper, rocking against his hand.

He withdraws his fingers, leaving me bereft, but then comes the rustle of fabric, and suddenly he’s there, pressing against me, hot and hard.

“Last chance to change your mind,” he warns, his voice taut with barely restrained desire.

I hold his gaze, unyielding. “Fuck me,” I demand.

His laugh ripples through me like dark honey, stoking a fire I know will burn me alive. Those strong, calloused hands spin me around with ruthless efficiency, pinning me against the sink until I’m forced to watch my own surrender in the mirror.

His hands grip my ass, spreading my cheeks as if deliberating which hole to claim.

I don’t care which he chooses. I just need him inside me.

He claims me in one brutal thrust, the sudden fullness ripping a cry from my throat that echoes off the bathroom walls like a confession. My knuckles go white against the porcelain, caught between the cold sink and his burning heat. He pauses, allowing me to adjust to his size, but I’m already pushing back, hungry for more.

“Greedy little beta,” he snarls, fingers biting into my hips hard enough to leave tomorrow’s bruises—proof that at least this moment was real. Each thrust punctuates his ownership, my body yielding to him like I never yield to anyone.

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