Page 29 of Reckless: Collision

I reach around, wrapping my hand around his neglected cock. He whimpers, hips jerking between my hand and my cock.

“That’s right,” I purr, stroking him in time with my thrusts. “My beautiful disaster. My perfect alpha.”

Jinx is babbling now, a stream of pleas and curses and my name. I can feel him tightening around me, know he’s close. But I’m not done playing with him yet. Not done reminding him who he belongs to.

So, I pause letting him feel my cock buried deep inside of him.

I lean in close, my breath hot against his ear. “But you want her too, don’t you? Want to feel her tight heat around you again?”

Jinx shudders, a low moan escaping him. “Yes,” he admits, voice cracking. “God, yes.”

“Tell me your darkest thoughts about her,” I demand, knowing how Jinx’s mind splinters when pushed. “Let me see the chaos she stirs in you.”

His words spill out like broken glass. “Want to—want to show her how beautiful destruction can be. Want to break with her, fall apart while you keep us together. Want her to understand what it’s like to lose control and find peace in the madness.”

The raw honesty of his confession hits me like a crescendo. I drive into him harder, matching the erratic rhythm of his thoughts.

“My beautiful disaster,” I murmur in Italian, the words flowing like music. “Always wanting what might shatter you. What might shatter us all.”

“No,” he gasps, trembling beneath me. “But I want it anyway. Please, Theo, I’m so close?—”

I can feel his orgasm building, the bond between us pulsing with need. “Come for me,” I command, omega timbre lacing my words. “Come thinking about her pussy and my cock.”

With a broken cry, Jinx obeys. He spills over my hand, body clenching around me as he shudders through his release. The intensity of his pleasure floods our bond, pushing me over the edge. I bury myself deep inside him, groaning as I fill him with my seed.

For a long moment, we stay like that, panting and trembling against each other. I press gentle kisses along Jinx’s shoulders, murmuring praise and endearments. Slowly, the tension bleeds out of him, replaced by a languid contentment that thrums through our bond.

“Thank you for catching me,” he whispers, the words raw like fresh wounds. His scent shifts—gunpowder and cherry tobacco mellowing into something softer, safer.

I press my lips to the pulse in his neck, where alpha meets submission. “I’ll always be your safety net, il mio guerriero spezzato. Even when you fall into madness, I’ll catch you. Build you back up note by note.”

Carefully, I pull out, both of us hissing at the sensitivity. Jinx turns, pulling me into a tender kiss that speaks volumes. When we part, his eyes are clear, the wild desperation replaced by warm affection.

“We should probably clean up,” I muse, glancing at the mess we’ve made. “And check on our guest. I’m sure Ryker is being his usual charming self.”

Jinx chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Poor Finn. He’s probably trying to mediate.”

I grin, already imagining the chaos unfolding in the living room. “Well then, let’s go rescue our beta. And maybe stir up a little more trouble while we’re at it.”

Jinx’s eyes light up with mischief. “I can’t wait.”

Oh, I just bet you can’t.

Chapter 6

Cayenne

Voyeurism.

Not my thing. At least I didn’t think it was until this very moment, and now it’s all I can think about as Finn drags me to the opposite side of the house. My brain splits between processing my surroundings—security cameras, reinforced windows, at least three different escape routes—and the sounds echoing down the hallway.

The side that doesn’t have two grown men fucking in a hallway—and I want nothing more than to watch. The hussy that lives inside me wants to break free of Finn and run, just to see. Because two men going at it? Hot as hell. Especially when one of them made me come so hard an hour ago I saw binary code.

My fingers twitch with phantom keystrokes, skin crawling like there are ants beneath the surface. The absence of screens creates an actual physical ache behind my eyes, a hunger more primal than food or sex.

I’d kill for just one device—even a smart watch—some tiny portal back to the digital realm where ones and zeros follow predictable patterns, where I understand the rules, where I’m not trapped inside my own skin with nothing but thoughts that loop like corrupted code and the distracting awarenessof attractive men whose scents and dynamics I can’t hack or control or?—

“Are you listening?” Finn pauses from whatever the fuck he was saying to look at me. He pushes his glasses up his nose and blinks. It’s so damn adorable I want to squeeze his cheeks. Mess up that perfect composure. See what he looks like when he loses control.

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