Page 65 of Reckless: Collision

Perfect.

Let them all suffer like I’ve been suffering.

I take the stairs two at a time, riding the high of endorphins and rebellion. My body feels electric, alive in ways that have nothing to do with physical release and everything to do with power. With choice. With turning their own games back on them.

“Ready for your lesson?” Ryker’s voice stops me at the top of the stairs, and holy hell—he’s wearing a leather jacket that should be illegal in at least three states.

His nostrils flare as he catches my scent, pupils dilating instantly. Good. Let him smell exactly what his perfect control does to me. What they all do to me.

“Ready when you are, Alpha.” I deliberately brush past him, letting him get a full hit of eau de aroused beta. “Though I have to warn you—I like to ride hard.”

His growl follows me down the hall, and I grin.

Game on.

The front door opens to winter-sharp air that does nothing to cool my overheated skin. Ryker’s growl still echoes in my ears as I spot the motorcycle—all sleek lines and barely contained power. Like its owner.

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me.” I cross my arms, definitely not admiring how the morning light catches the chrome. “This is your idea of staying safe?”

“Safer than jumping between buildings.” He moves past me, his leather jacket creaking in ways that shouldn’t be erotic. When he swings a leg over the bike, the engine rumbles to life like a mechanical purr.

Show-off.

“First lesson.” He pats the seat behind him, and I catch the slight strain in his voice. Good to know I’m not the only one affected. “Trust.”

“Trust you not to kill us both?” But I’m already moving toward the bike, drawn like a moth to particularly dangerous flame.

His hands tighten on the handlebars as I slide into place behind him. The position forces me to press against his back, my thighs bracketing his. Every point of contact sends fresh arousal to burn between my legs.

“Arms around my waist,” he commands, voice rougher than usual. “Hold tight.”

I comply with deliberate slowness, letting my hands wander across his abs before locking around his middle. His muscles jump under my touch.

“Like this, Alpha?” I press closer, making sure he feels exactly how wet I still am. Two can play at this control game.

His growl vibrates through both our bodies. “You’re playing with fire, little beta.”

“Good thing I like getting burned.” I rest my chin on his shoulder, letting my breath ghost across his neck. “Show me what this beast can do.”

The bike roars as he kicks it into gear, and suddenly we’re flying. The acceleration pushes me tighter against him, and I don’t fight it. Don’t try to hide how perfectly we fit together.

Wind whips around us as we take the private drive too fast, each turn forcing me to hold tighter. His leather jacket creaks under my grip, and I swear I catch cherry tobacco on the breeze—Jinx watching from somewhere, scenting what I’ve done.

Let him watch. Let them all see.

“You’re doing this on purpose.” Ryker’s voice barely carries over the engine.

I laugh into his neck. “Doing what?”

He takes the next turn sharper than necessary, making me gasp and clutch him closer. “Playing games you’re not ready to finish.”

“Bold of you to assume I’m playing.” I roll my hips, just slightly, just enough to make him feel it. “Maybe I just like the ride.”

The bike suddenly slows, pulling onto a dirt path I hadn’t noticed. When we stop, Ryker cuts the engine but doesn’t dismount.

“Get off.” The alpha command in his voice sends shivers down my spine.

“Make me.”

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