Page 41 of Reckless: Chaos

“Are you sure?” Theo’s grip tightens, cutting off just enough air to make spots dance at the edges of my vision.

The controlled asphyxiation makes me buck, fucking myself on Theo’s cock while need claws at my insides.

More. Need more.Now.

A click of a cap, then cool slickness wraps around my length. I hiss, watching Finn’s clever hands work me from base to tip. The sight of our beta touching me like this does something primitive to my brain and I slap his hands away.

“Down,” I demand, urging him toward the center of the nest.

He rolls over, presenting himself to me with perfect trust. The sight makes the alpha in me howl.

“Now if I let you go, are you going to be good?” Theo shakes me slightly, grip still firm on my throat.

All I can focus on is Finn’s ass, the way he’s waiting for me. Patient. Perfect.

“No,” I admit through gritted teeth.

Theo’s grip becomes punishing. “Focus. If you can’t pay attention to how you’re touching him, you can’t touch.”

Heat engulfs my cock as Finn’s mouth takes me deep, and Theo’s voice goes silk-soft by my ear. “Look at him. He’s so hungry for you.”

Something in me fractures and reforms at the sight of our beta on his knees, taking me apart with that clever mouth. “Be good,” I promise, the words more plea than command.

This time when I press Finn into the nest, Theo lets me move. I line myself up, fighting every instinct screaming at me to take, claim, possess.

“Slowly,” Theo commands as I push into Finn’s tight heat. His own cock still buried deep in me adds another layer of sensation that threatens to short-circuit my brain.

Then we’re moving, all of us connected, a circuit of pleasure and pack bonds that drives back the darkness eating at my mind. Theo sets the pace from behind, each thrust pushing me deeper into Finn, who takes everything I give him with breathy moans that sound like surrender.

Reality blurs and sharpens in waves. Sometimes I’m hyperaware—of Finn’s fingers clutching silk sheets, of Theo’s teeth at my neck, of the way our scents blend into something wild and perfect. Other times I lose myself completely to sensation, to the primal rhythm of taking and being taken.

“You going to let me rut you?” The question tears from my throat, rough and desperate. Even in my feral state, some primal part of me needs his consent, needs to know our beta wants this as badly as I do. My cock throbs with each thrust, already beginning to swell at the base where my knot will tie us together.

“I think you already are, alpha.” Finn’s laugh dissolves into a broken moan as I angle deeper, finding that sweet spot that makes his inner walls clench around me. His beta scent spikes with arousal, mixing with my alpha musk and Theo’s omega sweetness into something intoxicating. The scent of pack, of mate, of mine.

Behind me, Theo’s rhythm turns punishing, his omega strength on full display as he claims me. Each thrust drives me deeper into Finn, creating a perfect circuit of pleasure. When Theo comes, his growl vibrates through my chest, awakening something primitive in my blood. But he doesn’t stop—omega stamina is a beautiful, terrible thing. His cock stays hard inside me, his body producing the slick that marks omega arousal, ready to go again and again until we’re all satisfied.

“Knot me, alpha.” Finn’s plea shatters what remains of my control. His voice carries that perfect mix of beta authority and submission that makes my inner alpha howl. His body arches beneath me, presenting himself in a way that speaks to the mostprimitive part of my nature. “Need to feel you. Need to feel your knot stretching me open, filling me up. Making me yours.”

The base of my cock throbs in response, my knot already beginning to swell. The alpha in me roars with satisfaction as Finn’s body yields, accepting every inch of what I have to give him. His inner muscles flutter around my growing knot, drawing me deeper, begging for the tie that will bind us together.

I press forward slowly, watching my knot catch at his rim before pushing past that tight ring of muscle. The pressure is exquisite, perfect, maddening. Finn takes me like he was made for it, body yielding until I’m locked inside him.

Everything goes white-hot and hazy after that. I’m vaguely aware of praising him, of telling him how perfect he feels taking my knot, how good he is for us. Theo fucks me through it all, steady and relentless, until the demons in my head retreat under an onslaught of pleasure and pack bonds.

When awareness seeps back in, I’m still buried deep in Finn while Theo rocks into me from behind. They’ve chased away my darkness the only way they know how—by surrounding me with light.

Theo eases out of me first, but keeps one hand on my neck—grounding, possessive. My knot’s still locked inside Finn, who sighs contentedly as I collapse over his back, careful to keep my weight on my elbows.

“Better?” Finn asks, voice rough but steady. Always steady, our beta.

“Getting there.” The words come easier now, less fragmented. The hurricane in my head has calmed to a manageable storm. “Sorry for?—”

“Don’t.” Theo’s command cuts through my guilt. “We take care of our own.”

“Even when our own are batshit crazy?” The attempt at humor falls flat, tasting like ash on my tongue.

“Especially then.” Finn reaches back to grip my hip, keeping me close even though my knot’s already ensuring I’m not going anywhere. “Though next time, maybe use your words before going full feral alpha on us?”

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