Page 14 of Reckless: Collision

His pace is relentless, each thrust driving me harder against the sink. I brace myself against the counter, knuckles turning white. In the mirror, I catch glimpses of our reflection—my flushed face, his fierce expression, the flex of his muscles with each powerful movement.

The alpha leans forward, his chest pressing against my back as he nips at my ear. “Look at you,” he snarls, grip tightening to bruising. “So fucking fearless. Makes me want to show you exactly why you should be afraid.” His laugh sounds unhinged. “But you’d like that too, wouldn’t you?”

Sure as fuck would.

I moan at the sight, at the feeling of him filling me so completely. It’s exactly what I needed—this raw, primal fuck that drives all thoughts from my mind except the sensations coursing through my body.

His free hand snakes around to rub circles on my clit, and I nearly scream from the added stimulation. I’m close, so close, teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

“Such a good little whore,” the words drip like poison honey from his lips as his teeth find my ear, those alpha canines scraping just hard enough to draw a gasp. “Bet you like the danger, don’t you? Like knowing I could lose control any second.” His voice fractures, turns feral. “Maybe I already have.” Those teeth press harder, a promise of violence barely contained.

His words send a jolt of pleasure through me, pushing me even closer to the edge. I’m beyond shame, beyond caring about anything but the incredible sensations he’s giving me.

“Yes,” I pant, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor. “Your whore. Your good little whore.”

He growls in approval, his movements becoming even more frenzied. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes in the bathroom, mixing with our heavy breathing and muffled moans.

I feel it then—the thick press of his knot against me, a reminder of why I usually avoid alphas. Betas aren’t built for this, can’t take a knot without training and pain and dedication. But right now, with pleasure clouding my judgment and guilt clawing at my conscience, a part of me craves that hurt.

“Wait,” I gasp, caught in that dangerous space between want and wisdom, between taking everything he can give me and knowing my limits. It’s the same edge I’m always dancing on, just with higher stakes. “Your knot.”

He grunts, his rhythm faltering slightly. “Don’t worry, little beta,” he pants against my ear. “I won’t knot you. Not here, not like this.”

Relief and disappointment war in my chest, but the choice is stolen from me as his rhythm turns savage. “Good girl,” he rasps, voice cracking like he’s losing his grip on sanity. “Takingeverything I give you, aren’t you? Makes me want to see just how much you can handle before you break.” His laugh sounds unhinged. “Before we both break.” Each thrust drives me higher, harder, until I can’t tell if I’m running from my guilt or charging straight toward oblivion.

“Cum for me,” he orders, voice cracking with barely controlled violence. His fingers work faster, desperate, like he’s racing his own demons. “Let me feel that tight little pussy milk my cock. Want to feel you break apart while I’m buried inside you.” He lets out a sound that’s more growl than laugh. “Maybe I’ll break with you.”

“Break me.” I whisper back. It’s what I deserve.

His grip suddenly tightens, bordering on painful. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he snarls, voice fracturing. “Making me lose control like this. Making the beast want out.” His next thrust is brutal. “Should I let it out for you, little beta? Show you what happens when an alpha really loses it?”

“Lose it.” I tease him.

His canines graze my flesh, sending electricity through my nerves. He growls against my skin, “Need to mark you, claim you, break you.”

His words are my undoing. With a strangled cry, I come apart, my whole-body shuddering as waves of pleasure crash over me. He doesn’t stop, fucking me through my orgasm, prolonging it until I’m a quivering mess.

Just as I think I can’t take anymore, he stiffens behind me, letting out a guttural groan as he finds his own release. I feel him pulsing inside me, filling me with his seed.

For a moment, we’re frozen in the aftermath, nothing but shared breaths and trembling muscles. When he finally pulls away, I feel empty in more ways than one, his release running down my thighs like evidence of all my bad decisions.

He looks as wrecked as I feel, his hair mussed and his eyes wild. But there’s a satisfied smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

“Feel better?” The question cuts through my post-orgasm haze, sharp and knowing. As he tucks himself away, I catch his smirk in the mirror—he knows exactly what kind of distraction I was looking for.

I laugh breathlessly. “Much better. Thank you for the distraction.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Distraction, huh? That’s all I am to you?”

I shrug, wincing slightly as I feel the ache between my legs. “Don’t take it personally. I needed to get out of my head for a bit, and you were conveniently here.”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “You’re something else, you know that?”

“So, I’ve been told,” I reply, reaching for some paper towels to clean myself up. “Look, this was fun, but I should probably get back. They’re probably wondering where I am by now.”

The alpha leans against the sink, watching me as I pull my pants back up. “Who’sthey?”

I hesitate, remembering the meeting I left. The guilt I’d momentarily forgotten comes rushing back. “Just... people I work with. It’s complicated.”

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