Page 49 of Reckless: Corruption

He nods, just once, surrender in the gesture.

I gather him close, my arms spanning his back as I lower him to the freshly made nest. Whatever comes next—Cayenne and Finn’s recovery, Mona’s chaotic presence in our lives, the looming threat of Sterling’s return—we’ll face it together.

But for now, in this moment, I’ll be what my omega needs. The rest of the world can burn for all I care. They’ve taken enough from us already.

“Alpha,” Theo murmurs, voice thick with need and trust and everything that makes our broken pieces fit together.

Whatever control I’ve been clinging to finally shatters. And for once, I welcome the fall.

“Live.” I plead with him against his lips.

His moan is all the answer I need to deepen the kiss. The taste of him—vanilla and heat-sweet—floods my senses, clouding rational thought. His body trembles against mine, skin already fever-hot as the suppressant fails against his natural cycle.

“Alpha,” he gasps when I break the kiss, pupils blown wide. “Need you.”

Those three words shatter what remains of my restraint. I growl low in my throat, primal instinct taking over as I push him back onto the mattress. His body yields beneath mine, legs falling open in perfect omega submission.

“How long have you been fighting it?” I demand, scenting the air. The suppressants have barely touched his natural cycle—hisheat scent already thick enough to make my cock throb painfully against my zipper.

“Hours,” he admits, arching as another wave hits him. A damp spot forms on his pants where slick leaks from him. “Didn’t want to distract you from them.”

Anger and tenderness war in my chest. Always putting others first, my selfless omega. I strip my shirt off, letting him press his face against my chest, taking in my scent.

“No more hiding from me,” I order, grip tightening in his hair. “No more suffering alone. Understand?”

He nods, eyes glazed with heat-need. “Yes, Alpha.”

“Good boy.” I reward him with another kiss, harder this time. Claiming. His taste burns like the finest whiskey, addictive and intoxicating. “Now strip. Show me what’s mine.”

He scrambles to obey, fingers clumsy with desperation as he tears at his clothes. I hold back, watching him reveal himself inch by inch—the lean muscle, the tattoos that mark his pale skin, the hard length of his cock already leaking against his stomach.

When he’s fully naked, slick glistening on his inner thighs, I give my next command. “Present for me.”

The way he immediately turns over, raising his ass in the air while pressing his chest to the mattress, makes my knot throb. His hole is pink and wet, clenching on nothing as slick drips down his thighs.

“Beautiful,” I breathe, running my hand down his spine. “My perfect omega.”

He pushes back against my touch, needy whimpers escaping his throat. “Please, Alpha. Need your knot.”

“And you’ll have it.” I strip quickly, my cock springing free, knot already beginning to swell at the base. “But first, I’m going to taste you.”

I drop to my knees behind him, gripping his ass with both hands, spreading him wide. His hole clenches in anticipation, more slick gushing as I blow cool air against his heated skin.

“So wet for me already,” I growl, leaning in to lick a broad stripe from his balls to his hole. The taste explodes across my tongue—sweet and addictive, pure omega essence. “Fucking perfect.”

Theo bucks against my face, a broken cry tearing from his throat. “Alpha, please?—”

I grip his hips harder, holding him still as I devour him. My tongue circles his rim before pushing inside, drinking down the slick that flows freely now. Each lap makes him tremble, thighs shaking with the effort of holding position.

“That’s it,” I encourage between licks. “Stay just like that. Show me how good you can be.”

His answering moan vibrates through him as I work him open with my tongue, then add a finger alongside it. The tight heat of him makes my cock throb with anticipation, pre-come beading at the tip.

“More,” he begs, pushing back against me. “Need more, Alpha. Need your knot.”

I add a second finger, scissoring them to stretch him properly. Even in the haze of rut responding to his heat, I won’t risk hurting him. “Patience. Want you ready for me.”

“I am ready,” he insists, desperation edging his voice. “Been ready for hours. Please?—”

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