Page 26 of Reckless: Collision

“Shh,” I soothe, running my fingers through his hair. “I know, love. I’ve got you.”

He whines, a sound no alpha would ever make in public. But here, with me, he can let go. Can be the beautiful, broken thing I adore.

I push him back, just enough to meet his gaze. “Color?” I question already knowing his answer.

“Green,” he pants. “So fucking green.”

Thank the gods.

I spin us, slamming him against the wall with omega strength that still surprises him. His breath leaves him in a rush, pupils dilating further.

“Mi amor pericoloso,” I trace his jaw with my fingertips, feeling his pulse race beneath my touch. “Always dancing on the edge of chaos. Was taking her in that bathroom worth this?” My voice drops to that omega timbre that makes him tremble. “Worth knowing you’d have to face me after marking what isn’t yours?”

He shivers, fighting his alpha nature to bare his throat. The gesture costs him—I can feel it in the way his muscles tremble with the effort of submission.

“I couldn’t stop myself,” he whispers, voice fracturing like broken glass. “The beast wanted out.”

“You couldn’t? Or didn’t want to.” I drag my nails down his chest, reveling in his gasp. “I think you very much knew what you were doing. I think you liked it. Liked making Ryker angry.”

I lean in close, my lips brushing his ear. “You wanted him to smell you on her, didn’t you? Wanted to provoke him?”

Jinx’s breath hitches, his body trembling against mine. “Yes,” he admits, voice ragged. “I wanted?—”

“Wanted what?” I press, sliding my hand down to cup him through his jeans. He’s already hard, straining against the fabric. “Tell me, alpha.”

“Wanted him to challenge me,” Jinx groans, hips bucking into my touch. “Wanted to fight him for her.”

I tsk, squeezing just shy of painful. “Greedy boy. You already have an omega. You have Finn. What makes you think you deserve her too?”

He whimpers, a needy sound that goes straight to my core. “I don’t—I’m not?—”

“Use your words, love,” I murmur, nipping at his collarbone. “Tell me what you need.”

“Punishment,” he gasps, finally meeting my eyes. The vulnerability there takes my breath away. “I need you to hurt me, Theo. Please.”

I smile, slow and predatory. This is why I love him—this beautiful, broken alpha who trusts me enough to fall apart.

“As you wish,” I purr, stepping back. “Strip.”

He obeys without hesitation, clothes hitting the floor as he strips down to nothing.

The scent of Cayenne on Jinx’s throbbing cock hits me like the first chord of a dangerous symphony. My eyes lock on the evidence of their joining—no condom, no barrier, nothing between them—and my heart pounds against my ribs in arhythm that’s neither anger nor jealousy but something far more primal.

My tongue darts out to wet suddenly dry lips as I imagine them together, her female curves against his hardness, a dynamic our pack hasn’t experienced in years. My fingers tremble against his thigh, not with rage but with a hunger so intense it borders on reverence.

Not just want.Need.

I drop to my knees in front of Jinx, drinking in the sight of him. He’s beautiful like this—trembling, vulnerable, entirely at my mercy. The way his body quivers slightly, filled with anticipation, adds to his allure. His eyes, wide and expressive, reflect a mix of desire and trepidation, drawing me in deeper. His cock stands proud, still glistening with traces of Cayenne’s arousal, a testament to the intensity of what has just transpired.

I can’t help but admire the delicate curve of his body, how it seems to radiate a certain light, the way his skin glows with excitement. In this moment, he is not just a lover before me; he is a canvas of raw emotion, provoking a primal urge within me to savor every inch of him.

“Look at you,” I murmur, running my hands up his thighs. “So desperate. So needy. Did she make you feel this way? Or is it just me?”

Jinx whimpers, hips jerking as I ghost my breath over his length. “Both,” he admits, voice cracking. “But only you can give me what I need.”

“And what’s that, alpha?” I tease, nipping at his hip bone. “What do you need that she couldn’t provide?”

His hands clench at his sides, fighting the urge to touch me. Good boy. He knows better than to move without permission.

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