Page 27 of Reckless: Collision

“Control,” he gasps as I lick a stripe up his cock, tasting Cayenne’s lingering essence intertwined with his own unique flavor. The heat of the Cayenne adds a spicy warmth that danceson my tongue, igniting my senses. It’s a heady combination—rich, salty, and impossibly inviting. “Need you to take control. Please, Theo.”

I hum, considering. He’s vibrating with need, the bond between us pulsing with desperation and arousal. But there’s guilt there too, shame at his own desires.

“You feel guilty,” I observe, pulling back to meet his gaze. “Why?”

Jinx swallows hard, Adam’s apple bobbing. “I shouldn’t want her. I have you, have the pack. But I can’t stop thinking about her.”

I stand, cupping his face in my hands. “Oh, my beautiful disaster. When will you learn? Your desires don’t make you weak. They make you human.”

His eyes shine with unshed tears. “But Ryker?—”

“Ryker can deal with his own jealousy,” I interrupt, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. “You’re allowed to want, Jinx. You’re allowed toneed.”

He shudders against me, tension bleeding out of his muscles. “What about you?” he whispers. “Aren’t you angry?”

I laugh, soft and low. “Angry? No. Intrigued? Absolutely.” I trail my fingers down his chest, relishing his sharp intake of breath. “I want to taste her on you. Want to feel what she felt when you fucked her in that bathroom.”

Jinx groans, head falling back against the wall. “Fuck, Theo. You can’t just say things like that.”

“Can’t I?” I smirk, dropping back to my knees. “I thought I could do whatever I wanted with my alpha.”

Before he can respond, I take him into my mouth, moaning at the combined flavors of Jinx and Cayenne on my tongue. He curses, hands flying to my hair but not quite touching. Always so careful, even when he’s falling apart.

I work him with lips and tongue, savoring every gasp and moan. His pleasure floods our bond, mingling with my own arousal until it’s hard to tell where one ends and the other begins.

“Theo,” he pants, hips twitching as he fights to stay still. “Please, I need?—”

I pull off with a wet pop, looking up at him through my lashes. “What do you need, alpha? Tell me.”

His eyes are wild, desperate. “Need you to hurt me. Make me feel it.”

I smile, slow and wicked. “As you wish.”

In one fluid motion, I stand and spin him, pressing him face-first against the wall. He goes willingly, bracing his hands against the smooth surface.

“Count,” I command, voice dropping into that omega timbre that makes alphas weak.

The first strike of my hand against his ass echoes through the hallway. Jinx gasps, body jerking.

“One,” he grits out.

I alternate cheeks, building a steady rhythm. By five, he’s panting, a mix of pleasure and pain evident in his breath.

“What was it like to fuck her?” I ask, my voice strained as I try to control my own arousal. I land another hit, watching how the impact deepens his breath.

“Six,” he moans, hips rocking into the wall as his body adapts to the sting. “It was... different. Wild. She was so?—”

“Specific, Jinx. Did she feel better than me?” The words are tainted with a challenge, the urge to push his limits shimmering in the air between us. Another slap.

“Seven!” he gasps, trembling. “No! I mean, yes! I-I don’t know!” Each impact sends sparks of heat coursing through him, yet there’s a desperate need for clarity in his eyes—a wish tostrip away the confusion and carve out the truth. For him to understand that pleasure didn’t mean betrayal.

I lean down, brushing my lips against his shoulder. “You don’t have to choose, you know. You can want her while still needing me.” I give him another sharp smack, a little harder this time.

“E-eighth!” His voice tightens, a plea wrapped in pureness, a plea to go deeper, to unravel the complexity of his desires layer by layer. “God, Theo... I don’t want to?—”

“Do you enjoy it, Jinx? Tell me. Whose pleasure are you craving right now?” I whisper hotly into his ear, reckoning our dominance.

“Y-yours! Mine! Both!” His honesty hangs taut in the air, almost too heavy to bear. “I don’t want to share! But it’s not?—”

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