Page 28 of Reckless: Collision

“Not what?” I prompt, the anticipation singing through me, mingling with the intoxicating scent of adrenaline and lust.

“Not an option,” he whispers, undulating against the wall. “I need this.”

“Then have it, alpha.” A final smack resonates with a satisfying crack, and I watch as his skin flushes a delightful shade of red. “But her taste?” I ghost my hands down over his ass, feeling him quiver against me. “Her arousal is still on you.”

“I want to feel you and her,” he moans, granting permission through wave upon wave of craving. “I want to touch you and feel her on my skin.”

The admission rolls through me like an electric shock, awakening every possessive fiber of my being. “You’re so greedy—” I breathe, pressing my body against his, tauntingly, challenging him.

I give him a bonus smack, now he’s whimpering, his eyes slightly glazed.

“Tell me what made you lose control,” I demand, tracing the marks I’ve left on his skin like musical notes. “What was it abouther that called to your beast?” Another strike, this one making him arch like a bow string.

“She wasn’t afraid,” he gasps, the words tumbling out between ragged breaths. “Looked right into the darkness and smiled. Like you do. Like she understood the monster beneath my skin.”

That… Makes me pause and hope blooms in my belly for a moment before I get control of myself. We’ve never been able to bring home a woman because… I smack his ass again purposely distracting myself.

At fifteen, I can see he’s lost in the sensations, his curiosity mingling with the thrill.

“Color?” I check in, running a soothing hand down his spine, feeling the tremors beneath his skin.

“Green,” he gasps, voice cracking with need. “So fucking green. Please don’t stop. Need this. Need you.”

I press my lips between his shoulder blades, tasting the salt of his desperation. “As if I could ever deny you anything, my beautiful disaster.”

Each strike that follows tells its own story—of submission, of trust, of power freely given. Jinx’s counting dissolves into a symphony of gasps and pleas, his body writing against the wall. By twenty-five, he’s transformed—no longer the unstable alpha, but my creature of pure need.

“Good boy,” the words emerge as a purr that makes the air between us vibrate with omega satisfaction. My fingertips trace the heat blooming across his skin, the raised welts pulsing beneath my touch as if they have heartbeats of their own. Red handprints mark my territory, each one a declaration more powerful than teeth could ever leave. “Taking your punishment so beautifully,” I murmur, watching how his alpha glands at the back of his neck swell and then soften under my praise—abiological response he can’t fake or control. “Have you learned what happens when you mark others without permission?”

Jinx presses back into my touch, a whimper escaping that would make other alphas mock him. But here, with me, he’s free to break. “Yes. No. I don’t—I can’t think.”

I smile against the curve of his shoulder, where tension meets surrender. “That’s exactly where I want you.” My fingers trace lower, a promise of pleasure to come. “Ready for more?”

His whole-body shudders. “Please,” he breathes.

I slide two fingers into him without warning, earning a sound that’s half growl, half whimper. His body yields immediately—he’s ready, has been ready. Preparing himself like a confession of need.

“Always so prepared,” I murmur against his shoulder blade, feeling his muscles quiver around my fingers. “Did you think of this while you were with her? Think about how you’d come home to me, still carrying her scent, begging for punishment and absolution?”

Jinx nods frantically, fucking himself back on my fingers. “Needed it. Needed you.”

I add a third finger, crooking them to hit that spot that makes him see stars. He keens, high and desperate.

“Theo,” he gasps. “Please, I can’t—I need?—”

I pull my fingers out, using my hands I spread his ass cheeks watching as he clenches and unclenches for me.

I quickly unbuttoned my jeans; I knew I shouldn’t have put pants on.

I line myself up, the head of my cock pressing against his entrance. “Tell me what you need, alpha,” I demand, voice husky with desire.

Jinx shudders, pressing back against me. “You,” he groans. “Need you inside me. Need you to fuck me hard and fast.”

With one smooth thrust, I bury myself to the hilt. Jinx cries out, head falling forward against the wall. The tight heat of him is exquisite, familiar yet always thrilling.

“Mine,” I growl, setting a punishing pace. Each thrust pushes him deeper against the wall, the wet slap of skin on skin reverberating through the hallway. “Say it.”

“Yours,” Jinx gasps, meeting me thrust for thrust. “Always yours, Theo. Only yours.”

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