Page 65 of Reckless: Chaos

“Speaking of Theo...” Aria tops off everyone’s glasses. “I need details. I’ve never been with a male omega. Is it different?”

“So different.” The words slip out before I can catch them. Heat floods my cheeks. “He’s... god, the stamina alone.”

“Go on.” Ginger leans forward, clearly invested.

“It’s like...” I search for words through the tequila haze. “You know how female omegas are all soft curves and sweet slick? Theo’s the opposite. All hard muscle but still omega-sweet. And the slick...” I take another drink. “Let’s just say cleanup is interesting.”

“Does he get wet like female omegas?” Aria’s professional aesthetic cracks as curiosity takes over.

“Aria!” Willow sounds scandalized, but she’s leaning in too.

“What? We’re all thinking it.”

“Yes,” I admit, alcohol loosening my tongue. “But different. Everything about him is different. The way he moves, the way he tastes. He’s got this performer’s grace but with alpha strength. And when he decides to take control...” I fan myself, remembering last night.

“Damn.” Ginger whistles low. “No wonder you’re conflicted. That’s some grade-A confusion right there.”

“Tell me about it.” I flop back onto the pillows. “He’s everything I never knew I wanted. They all are. Finn with his precise little touches, Jinx with his chaos and care, Ryker with his stupid protective alpha energy...”

“And Theo with his omega stamina,” Aria adds with a wicked grin.

“He didn’t even get tired,” I groan, covering my face. “Just kept going and going while flooding the pack bonds with everything we were feeling.”

“Wait.” Willow sits up straighter. “He was broadcasting to the pack while you...?”

“Yep.” I pop thep, too drunk to be embarrassed anymore. “Pretty sure that’s why they all look so wrecked this morning. Well, that and the whole getting shot at thing.”

A smile tugs at my lips before I can stop it—the kind of satisfied smirk that sayskarma’s a bitch.

“Oh my god.” Aria catches the expression. “Look at that face! You’re actually pleased they got shot at!”

“Not shot,” I clarify, trying and failing to look innocent. “Just... inconvenienced. By bullets. In their general direction.”

“You evil little beta.” Ginger raises her glass in approval. “That’s what they get for trying to hack your system.”

“And for using our Theo’s omega wiles as a distraction,” Willow adds, then pauses. “Though from what I saw of those wiles when we came in... might have been worth it.”

“Willow!” I throw a pillow at her, but I’m laughing. “You’re supposed to be the responsible one!”

“Responsible doesn’t mean blind.” She catches the pillow. “That omega could tempt a saint. And the way Jinx prowls around in those hoodies...”

“With the baseball caps pulled low,” Aria sighs dreamily.

“And Finn in his perfect suits,” Ginger adds.

“Don’t forget Ryker and all that leather.” I drain my glass. “God, the motorcycle leather alone...”

“See?” Willow pokes me with her toe. “This is why you’re conflicted. Because yeah, they massively screwed up. But also...”

“But also they’re ridiculously hot and stupid protective and somehow perfect even when they’re being idiots?” I grab the tequila bottle. “Trust me, I know. That’s what makes it worse.”

“They have a prisoner.” The words slip out between shots, probably because the tequila’s killed my last brain cell. “From last night. When they got shot at.”

Three heads snap toward me with terrifying synchronization.

“I’m sorry,” Ginger sits up so fast she almost spills her drink. “They have a what now?”

“A prisoner. In some warehouse. Jinx knows a place apparently.” I wave my hand vaguely. “For PCA cleanup or something.”

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