Page 28 of Claimed By the Bikers

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.”