Page 79 of Reckless: Collision

“I stole a phone.” The confession bursts from my lips like a gunshot, freezing the air around us.

Ryker’s growl ripples through the space. “Where is it?”

“I gave it back.” I squeeze my eyes shut, shame and defiance warring in my chest.

“Glitch.” Jinx’s disappointment drips like honey-thick venom, my name a groan on his lips.

“I’m not sorry.” My eyes flutter open to meet his, steel in my spine despite my compromised position.

Jinx’s laugh holds no humor. “I am, because you suck at torture. You gave in too fast. We’re going to have to work on that.”

“I agree.” Ryker’s unexpected support throws me off balance. “If you were behind enemy lines, you’d cave too fast.”

The absurdity of their impromptu lesson crashes over me. Are they fucking kidding me?

A squeak escapes my throat as Finn’s finger finds my g-spot, the pressure both perfect and insufficient. “This is not torture.”

“Isn’t it?” Theo’s voice carries the weight of experience. “Torture isn’t just about physical pain, but mental strength. And baby, you failed.”

My hips twist uselessly, seeking more friction. “This was a lose-lose.”

“What did you look up?” Jinx’s demand cuts through my haze of arousal.

Hope flares in my chest. “Will I get to come?”

“Only if you fuck me.” Ryker’s words hit like a physical blow, sending electricity dancing along my spine.

“Bet.” The challenge springs from my lips before I can think better of it.

“I’m not ready to fuck you.” His laugh, dark and rich as sin, fills the space. “Yet.”

The whimper that escapes me is entirely involuntary, completely honest, and absolutely humiliating. Yes, yes it is.

“But maybe I’ll let you come on my beta’s tongue.” He adds, and I wish I could see his face, imagine the dangerous curve of his smile. “Tell us what you used the phone for.”

Fuck it. I’m desperate, my body a live wire of need, and I’ve already failed their little test.

“I looked up Sterling Labs and the CEO, which I couldn’t find, by the way.” Finn hums his approval against my thigh, the vibration sending shivers through my oversensitive skin. “And I looked up info about the beta illness. Now let me cum.”

“No.” Ryker’s voice cuts through the heated air. “Sit her up.”

My body moves upright, head spinning like a compass lost to magnetic north. The rope at my wrists falls away, blood rushing back in pins and needles, a thousand tiny sparks of sensation.

Between my legs is Finn, his body wedged between the seats, finger still pumping in and out of me with devastating precision. His eyes are glued to my core, hungry and focused like a man studying his favorite piece of art.

“What do you mean no?” I reach for his head, desperate to force his mouth where I need it most. “You said…”

“Nope. Alpha’s rule.” Theo grabs one hand and Jinx the other, their grips firm but gentle—a cage made of flesh and bone.

Slowly, Finn pulls away. His eyes meet mine, glasses fogged and smeared with my juices, pupils blown wide enough to swallow the world. He brings his dripping fingers to his mouth and laps at them before silently turning to face front, leaving me aching and empty.

Ryker looks at me, his expression a study in controlled chaos. “This wasn’t my plan.”

“Your plan was to not touch the house guest,” I mock him, voice raw with frustration. “And clearly that isn’t working.”

“I’m adjusting my plan.” His smile should terrify me, and it does—just a little. “They can touch you all they fucking want.”

“With consent,” Finn interjects, ever the voice of reason in our madness.

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