Page 64 of Reckless: Corruption

His eyes flash with something feral. “You’re playing with fire.”

“Good thing I’m not afraid of getting burned.”

That’s all it takes. With a growl that’s more animal than human, he releases my wrists to strip off his remaining clothes. Then he’s back, gloriously naked, his body covering mine with delicious heat.

The first press of his cock against me makes us both groan. He’s bigger than I expected, thick and hard and perfect. I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him closer.

“Condom,” he grits out, showing admirable restraint despite the tension vibrating through his body.

“I’m on birth control,” I assure him, “And clean. Besides, we didn’t use one that first time in the bathroom either.”

“That was different,” he growls, something possessive flickering in his eyes. “This matters. You matter.”

“Same,” I whisper, understanding the distinction. “And I’m clean.”

I meet his gaze steadily. “Not backing out. Not running. Not anymore.”

Something shifts in his expression—relief, maybe, or triumph. Then he’s pushing inside me, the stretch delicious and overwhelming all at once. I gasp at the sensation, my body adjusting to his size as he fills me completely.

“Fuck,” he groans, his forehead dropping to mine. “So tight. So perfect.”

He holds still once he’s fully seated, giving me time to adjust, his body trembling with the effort of restraint. The care in the gesture touches something deep inside me, something beyond physical pleasure.

“Jinx,” I whisper, my hands framing his face. “Move. Please.”

That’s all the encouragement he needs. He withdraws almost completely before driving back in, setting a rhythm that’s deep and thorough but not punishing. Each thrust hits exactly right, making me gasp and arch beneath him.

“That’s it,” he encourages, his voice rough with pleasure. “Take all of me, Red. So fucking perfect.”

His hands seem to be everywhere at once—gripping my hip to angle me just so, tangling in my hair to tilt my head for his kiss, sliding between us to circle my clit with devastating precision. Every touch is confident, every movement deliberate. Jinx fucks like he does everything else—with absolute focus and barely contained intensity.

The pleasure builds again, faster this time, my body still sensitive from my first release. I cling to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as I chase the growing tension.

“Wait,” I gasp, suddenly needing more—needing to see him, to watch what I do to him. “Let me?—”

He understands immediately, rolling us without breaking our connection until I’m straddling him, his cock buried impossibly deeper from this angle. The new position puts me incontrol, but his hands on my hips make it clear that he’s still directing this dance.

From this position, I can feel the base of his cock beginning to swell—his alpha knot responding to my body. The biological reality of what he is, what we are, suddenly crashes through my desire-fogged mind.

My enhanced beta senses pick up the subtle change in his scent—a deepening of his usual cherry tobacco and leather as alpha pheromones flood his system. My body responds in kind, heightened sensitivity making every sensation more intense, more immediate. The virus may not have changed my designation, but it’s definitely enhanced my perception.

I don’t take the knot fully, not yet—just testing the sensation with a fraction here, a millimeter there. It’s intimidating and thrilling all at once.

“Don’t worry,” he murmurs, reading my hesitation. “It won’t fully form unless we both want it to. First time’s about claiming, not knotting.”

“Ride me, Glitch,” he commands, his hands settling on my hips. “Show me what you’ve got.”

The challenge in his voice sparks something competitive in me. I plant my hands on his chest, lifting myself almost off his cock before sinking back down in one smooth motion. The sensation pulls a sound from his throat that’s half-groan, half-growl.

“Like that?” I ask, innocence belied by the deliberate roll of my hips.

His fingers tighten on my hips. “Exactly like that. Do it again.”

I establish a rhythm that has us both panting, rising and falling on his cock with increasing speed. His hands guide me, helping me find the perfect angle that sends sparks shooting up my spine with every movement.

“So fucking beautiful,” he breathes, watching where our bodies join with undisguised hunger. “Look at you, taking me so well.”

The praise washes over me, adding another layer to the building pleasure. I’ve never been particularly vocal during sex, but something about Jinx draws responses from me I didn’t know I was capable of.

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