Page 10 of Claimed By the Bikers (Black Wolves MC #4)

Garrett’s belt comes loose first. The slow pull of leather through metal is almost indecent. Then Silas. Then Atlas. The sound fills the room, deliberate and slow, each motion a promise of what’s coming.

I tip my head back. All three men are watching me like I’m exactly where I belong.

Atlas steps forward just enough for his shadow to fall over me. “Look at that. Our fed on her knees. Right where she should be.”

Garrett’s low chuckle rumbles above me. “Bet this wasn’t in your FBI training, Agent.” The way he says it feels like a taunt.

Silas tilts his head, voice deep and smooth. “She doesn’t look like she’s complaining.”

My pulse hammers. My hands twitch at my sides, but Atlas shakes his head once.

“Hands behind your back,” he orders.

I obey, lacing my fingers behind me. The position pulls my shoulders back, my chest rising with each uneven breath.

Garrett’s smirk deepens. “Good girl. Knows how to follow orders.”

Silas’s gaze tracks every movement, heavy and assessing. “She’s ours now.”

Atlas’s attention drops lower, to the lace panties still covering me. His voice is almost amused. “Pretty little cop didn’t even take them off for us.”

Garrett’s laugh is low and wicked. “They won’t stay on long.” He steps closer, the two of them crowding in front of me.

“You wanted all of us,” Atlas says, his tone low and dangerous. “So take us.”

Garrett’s hand fists in my hair, tilting my head back. “Open that mouth, Agent.”

I part my lips, breath uneven, and they both press in. Atlas’s cock fills one side of my mouth, Garrett’s sliding in alongside it. The stretch makes my eyes water, my jaw aching, but the sound Atlas makes—that deep groan—pushes me to take more.

“Look at her,” Garrett says, his voice edged with amusement. “Taking us both. Didn’t think our fed had it in her.”

Silas’s chuckle rumbles from behind them. “She’s not even close to finished. Wait until we get her on the bed.”

Atlas shifts just enough to slide deeper, his voice rough. “You think you’re wet now? Wait until we’ve had you spread out, all three of us taking turns.”

Garrett adds, his baritone like a promise, “One at a time, two at a time…we’ll see how much you can handle.”

Silas leans down, his voice in my ear even as the other two keep my mouth full. “You’re going to be wrecked by the time we’re done. You’re going to feel us for days.”

My pulse hammers. My hands stay locked behind my back, my body held in place by their sheer presence. Atlas’s cock slides against Garrett’s, their groans mixing above me as they use my mouth.

“Messy,” Garrett says, his voice thick. “Exactly how I like her.”

“Good girl,” Atlas mutters.

Atlas finally pulls back, his cock glistening from my spit. He looks down at me for a moment, his expression unreadable but his eyes dark. Then he takes my arm and hauls me easily to my feet.

“Bed,” he says.

Garrett and Silas step back just enough to let Atlas guide me, but their eyes never leave me. I feel them at my back, a wall of heat following me across the room.

The bed is wide, the kind that dominates the room. Atlas sits on the edge first, then pulls me between his legs. “You’re going to ride me,” he says, voice rough, “because I want to watch your face when you take my cock for the first time.”

His hands catch the sides of my panties, tugging them down my thighs. He tosses them aside, his gaze dipping lower. “Knew you’d be soaked.”

I can feel Garrett’s and Silas’s eyes on me, their breaths close enough to raise goose bumps on my skin.

Atlas’s hands are on my hips, guiding me forward until I’m straddling him. His cock presses against me, hard and heavy, and I can’t help the sound that escapes my throat.

“Go on,” he says, his voice low.

I sink down on him, my body stretching, taking him inch by inch. The fullness makes my breath catch.

“Fuck,” Atlas groans, his fingers digging into my hips. “Look at that. Taking me so well already.”

Garrett steps closer, his hand brushing over my shoulder. “How’s it feel, Agent? Having the president of Wolf Pike inside you?”

Silas’s voice rumbles from my other side. “Better question—how’s she going to handle the rest of us after this?”

Atlas thrusts up into me, sharp enough to make me gasp. “She’ll handle it,” he says, his mouth curving in a dark grin. “She’s ours now.”

Atlas’s grip on my hips loosens, his breathing heavy as I ride out the last sharp thrusts he gives me. His palm slides along my thigh before he pulls back, leaning back on the bed to watch.

Garrett steps forward, his silver hair catching the low light as he looks me over slowly, a grin playing on his lips. “Up,” he says. His voice is deep, smooth, but there’s a thread of heat beneath it that makes my pulse jump.

Atlas guides me off his lap, steadying me on my unsteady legs. Garrett catches me next, his hands warm and broad as he turns me to face him.

“You’ve been dying for this, haven’t you?” Garrett’s thumb brushes along my lower lip, slow enough to make me shiver. “Every time you looked at me over that bar, you were wondering how I’d feel inside you.”

Before I can answer, his hand slips down, cupping the back of my neck. He pulls me forward, his mouth finding mine in a deep kiss that leaves me dizzy. His tongue sweeps in, claiming, teasing, tasting.

Behind me, I feel the shift of the bed as Atlas moves to sit back, his presence a steady reminder. Silas is closer now, leaning against the post, his eyes tracking every move.

Garrett breaks the kiss, his forehead resting against mine for a breath. “Turn around,” he says.

I obey, my pulse pounding in my ears. Garrett steps in behind me, his chest solid against my back. His hands slide around my waist, down my stomach, lower still. His cock presses against me, heavy and ready.

He pushes me forward slightly, bending me over the edge of the bed where Atlas sits. My palms press into the mattress for balance as Garrett lines himself up and pushes into me in one smooth thrust that knocks the air from my lungs.

“Jesus Christ,” he groans, his hands gripping my hips. “Tight little thing, aren’t you?”

Atlas watches from the bed, his eyes sharp, his voice low. “Look at that. She’s gripping you like she doesn’t want to let go.”

Garrett’s laugh is low, breathless. “She’s not going to forget this anytime soon.”

His thrusts start steady, controlled, but every one drives deep enough to make my knees weak. His hand slides up my back, holding me down just enough to take him fully.

Silas’s voice cuts in from his corner, deep and amused. “Careful, Garrett. Don’t break her before I get my turn.”

Garrett thrusts harder in response, his breath warm against my ear. “She can take it.” His words curl hot against my skin. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

I nod, the word catching in my throat. “Yes…”

“That’s it,” he murmurs, picking up his pace. “Take every inch. Let me feel every bit of that sweet little body.”

Garrett pulls back, his breath ragged, his hands lingering at my hips like he’s reluctant to let go. I’m left bent forward against the bed, my pulse racing, my body trembling from the way they’ve taken turns, pushing me closer to the edge each time.

Silas finally moves.

He’s been quiet, watching from the side, his eyes heavy and calculating. Now he steps forward, and every inch of the room feels smaller. His presence is quieter than the other two, but heavier somehow, like he’s been biding his time for the exact right moment.

“Stand up,” he says, his voice low.

I push myself upright, still facing the bed, my breath uneven. Silas’s hand curls around my arm, guiding me until I’m standing in front of him.

He looks down at me for a moment, his silver hair slightly disheveled, his gaze dark. “Turn around.”

I do. His hand slides to my lower back, pushing gently until I’m leaning forward again, my palms pressed into the bed. A moment later, his weight is against me, hot and hard. His hand grips my hip as he lines himself up.

The first push in steals my breath. He’s thick, filling me to the point of stretching, and I can feel every inch as he sinks deeper.

“Perfect fit,” Silas mutters, almost to himself. His hands stay steady at my hips, holding me in place as he starts to move.

His thrusts are measured but deep, each one making my breath catch. He doesn’t rush, doesn’t need to—his control makes me ache in a way that’s different from the others.

Atlas moves closer on the bed, his voice rumbling low. “How’s she taking you?”

Silas’s gaze doesn’t leave me. “Better than expected.” His hand slides from my hip up to the center of my back, pressing me down just slightly.

Behind me, Garrett’s hand brushes my shoulder. “Think she’s ready for more?”

Silas’s mouth curves just faintly, his thrusts still steady. “She can handle it.”

Atlas shifts, his voice closer now. “Then let’s give her more.”

A shiver runs through me at his tone.

Silas pulls out and moves to lie down on the bed, and Garret adjusts me to straddle him, sinking down onto his length once again.

Garrett’s hand slides lower, guiding me slightly as Atlas moves behind me.

Silas stays inside me, thrusting up into me, his rhythm not faltering as Atlas positions himself behind.

“Breathe,” Silas says, his voice low, steady.

Atlas presses into me alongside Silas, the stretch almost overwhelming, my breath catching in my throat. They move in sync, careful at first, but every push makes the heat coil tighter in my stomach.

Silas leans up just enough for his voice to hit my ear. “You’re taking us both. Look at you.”

Atlas groans, his tone darker. “She’s perfect for this.”

The pressure, the rhythm, the heat from both of them is almost too much. My fingers curl into the sheets, my voice breaking as pleasure floods through me.

Silas’s thrusts deepen, Atlas matching him, both of them holding me in place between them.

“Don’t stop,” I gasp, my voice raw.

They don’t.

The rhythm breaks apart into rougher, faster thrusts. Silas’s grip tightens at my hips, Atlas groans low behind me, both of them pushing harder, chasing the edge.

“Let go,” Silas says, his voice a growl.

I break with a cry, my whole body shaking as my climax rips through me. My legs give out, but their hands hold me in place, their cocks driving me through every wave until I’m gasping.

Silas pulls out first, his breathing heavy. Atlas follows, and a moment later I feel the heat of them spilling across my back and stomach, my skin marked by the mess they leave. Garrett steps in close, his hand sliding into my hair as he finishes over my chest, my breath still ragged from the high.

When it’s done, I’m wrecked, trembling, barely able to stay upright.

Silas is the first to move, his voice calmer now. “Come on.”

He lifts me easily, carrying me into the adjoining bathroom. The water’s already running by the time I register the cool tile under my feet. Silas lowers me into the shower, his large hands surprisingly gentle as he soaps my skin, washing away sweat, cum, and the heat of what just happened.

When I step back into the bedroom, my hair damp, the bed is freshly made. The sheets are crisp, with no sign of what happened minutes ago.

On the bedside table, there’s a plate of food—pasta that smells good, but looks like it’s just been microwaved. I eye it suspiciously, and Garrett smirks from where he’s leaning against the wall. “It’s not poisoned,” he says.

I sit on the bed, taking a cautious bite. It’s warm, comforting. My stomach starts to loosen as I eat.

When I’ve had enough, Atlas takes the plate and sets it aside. Garrett adjusts the pillows, and Silas pulls the blanket over me.

“Sleep,” Silas says, his voice calm.

The warmth, the clean sheets, the quiet rumble of their voices fade into the background as I close my eyes, my body giving in.