Page 43 of Claimed By The Club

I moan around Viper’s cock, my lips stretched obscenely around his length, my tongue working the thick vein underneath.

Saliva drips down my chin, my jaw aching, but I don’t stop—won’t stop—not when his fingers fist in my hair, guiding me deeper, forcing me to take him to the root.

My throat flutters around him, and his hips jerk in response, a ragged curse tearing from his lips.

“Oh, Sierra! That’s crazy! Fuck it,” he groans, his hips moving but careful he will hurt me. I moan in response, looking up at him.

Ghost moves like a shadow, taking my attention, his touch electric as he kneels beside me.

His fingers—cruel, perfect—find my nipple, pinching and rolling until the sharp pleasure-pain makes me whimper around Viper’s cock.

His other hand drifts lower, fingertips skating through my slick folds before circling my clit in slow, torturous strokes.

“Look at you,” Ghost murmurs, his voice rough with admiration.

His dark eyes rake over me—a mess of spit and sweat and need—watching me suck Viper off while Frost fucks me deep, his cock dragging against my walls with every punishing thrust. “Taking us so fucking good, sweetheart. Like you were made for this.”

My heart races, and my pussy grows wetter. Mini-orgasms attack every fiber of my being, making me lose my senses. All I know is I need to touch Ghost.

I reach for Ghost’s cock, my fingers wrapping around his thick shaft, pumping him in time with Frost’s rhythm.

The room is thick with the sounds of skin slapping, choked moans, and the filthy, wet slide of my mouth on Viper.

The air smells like sex—salt and musk and desperation—and I’m drowning in it, in them.

Frost’s grip turns bruising, his pace relentless, each snap of his hips driving me harder onto his cock. “You feel that, Sierra?” he snarls, his voice raw. “Every. Fucking. Inch.”

I do. I feel everything.

Viper’s cock heavy on my tongue, the way his thighs tense when I hollow my cheeks.

Frost’s thick length splitting me open, the delicious stretch bordering on too much.

Ghost’s fingers working my clit with sinful precision, the pleasure coiling tighter, tighter, until my entire body is strung taut between them.

“Gonna come,” I try to say, but it’s just a muffled whimper around Viper’s cock.

Ghost’s thumb presses harder, his voice a dark command. “Do it. Come for us.”

And I shatter.

My orgasm crashes through me like a storm, my pussy clenching around Frost’s cock, my thighs trembling violently.

Viper groans as I swallow around him, his release spilling hot and bitter down my throat.

Frost follows, his thrusts turning erratic before he slams deep, his cock pulsing as he fills me up, his growl vibrating against my skin.

Ghost strokes himself, his cum streaking across my stomach as he watches me come undone beneath them—used, claimed, loved—his breath ragged with satisfaction.

And when it’s over, when my body is limp and spent, they don’t let me go.

We collapse in a heap of limbs, chest rising and falling, heartbeats pounding like thunder.

My face flushes as I realize the intensity of what we just shared.

But none of them release me, arms coiling around my waist or shoulders, each man pressing a kiss of affirmation.

A sweet hush settles in the aftermath, the earlier tension replaced by languid satisfaction.

Ghost tucks me to his chest, pressing a tender kiss to my temple. “I never thought I’d share like this. We did before, but not this serious,” he admits, voice low, “but I won’t regret it.”

Frost smooths his hand along my side. “We’re not losing you, not after everything.”

Viper cradles my hand in his, eyes shining. “You have each piece of us. Remember that.”

Tears slip freely now, tears of joy and relief. “I love you all,” I manage, voice catching. “It still feels unreal, but I can’t imagine living any other way. You saved me, and you let me save you. This is my family.”

They nod in agreement. Each man resonates with a quiet acceptance, a vow that transcends typical relationships.

The moment doesn’t need flowery words or grand speeches.

Our sweaty, exhausted bodies tangled on a worn mattress speak volumes: We choose this life, we choose each other, we choose her. And I choose them.

Minutes drift. We let the cool desert breeze trickle through the cracked window, offering relief from the heat. Viper shifts, nudging me gently. “You okay?” he asks, eyes filled with concern.

I curl into him, still braced by Ghost on one side and Frost on the other. “I’m more than okay,” I say, smiling through teary eyes. “I’m… whole.”

Frost’s fingers thread through my hair, voice calming. “We never wanted you to feel torn. We made this decision because we know you belong with us. All of us.”

Ghost echoes softly, “No jealousy. Just acceptance.”

I wrap my arms around them, letting out a trembling breath. “There’s no word for how grateful I am. For your trust, your hearts, your willingness to share me. And for letting me share you in return.”

Viper chuckles. “We didn’t exactly ‘let’ you, Sierra. We wanted you. Plain and simple.”

A bubble of laughter escapes my chest. I nestle against the pillows, mind drifting to the future.

The MC is forging a new chapter, with expansions, alliances, and a legitimate veneer that might set us apart from the old ways.

The Reapers have been checked, Jen is no longer looming with her betrayal, and our internal traitors are dealt with.

We can breathe again, focusing on building rather than bracing for the next blow.

As if reading my thoughts, Ghost whispers, “What do you see for the future, Sierra?”

I chew my lip, heart swelling. “Something stable. Maybe we do those bar renovations, that clothing line tie-in, more community outreach. I see an MC that people don’t fear as criminals but respect as guardians.

And personally…” My voice quivers. “I see me with you, building a home. I never had a real home, not with my parents or my old business. But with you three, I feel safe.”

Their expressions shift, each man reacting in a subtle but profound way. Frost’s eyes glisten with the barest hint of moisture, Viper’s mouth curves into a smile so genuine it cracks his usual bravado, and Ghost’s stiff posture softens further, an unguarded flicker across his features.

Frost moves first, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “You have our word—this place, this club, it’s your home now. We stand by you.”

Viper squeezes my hand. “Whatever you need, we’ll figure out together.”

Ghost, quiet as ever, just leans forward, brushing a tender kiss to my lips, letting the gesture speak volumes.

I melt into him, a hazy warmth enveloping my senses.

I can’t remember the last time I felt so content.

The bed, the men, the hush of the desert afternoon—it all merges into a cocoon of serenity.

Time slips away in sweet inertia, none of us in a rush.

We trade soft touches, shared smiles, and hushed jokes.

At one point, Viper jokes about how the guys at the bar would never believe we’re actually lying here, entwined in peaceful bliss.

Frost cracks a small grin, shaking his head, and Ghost adds that maybe it’s good they don’t know everything.

We laugh softly, reveling in the moment without letting the entire world weigh in on our private bond.

Eventually, the demands of the day seep back in.

Frost’s phone vibrates from somewhere on the floor, an undeniable reminder of real life waiting beyond the safe house walls.

Ghost sighs, lifting an arm to retrieve it, passing it to Frost. As Frost checks the message, I sense the shift—duties returning, responsibilities calling.

He reads quickly, then sets the phone aside. “That was Axel. He says everything’s calm. No sign of Reapers messing around, and the final chunk of finances from Jen’s accounts is being sorted by Knox’s replacement. We’re free to, well… do anything.”

I allow a grin, leaning back into the pillows. “Good. Because I’m exhausted, and I want to enjoy not running for my life for once.”

They chuckle, exchanging affectionate glances.

Each man drapes a supportive limb over me or the bed, ensuring I’m cocooned in their presence.

The knowledge that we can linger, that no immediate crisis tears us apart, ignites a quiet joy.

We drift in languid conversation, interspersed with lazy caresses and the occasional soft kiss.

It’s a symphony of closeness, reminding me how love can exist outside the boundaries of normal.

A hum of satisfaction settles in my chest. I trace patterns on Ghost’s forearm, feeling him relax under my touch.

Viper tangles a hand in my hair, occasionally planting light kisses along my shoulder.

Frost strokes a thumb across the back of my hand, steady and content.

Despite the swirl of details waiting—club expansions, final deals, bridging alliances—I feel grounded in this moment.

We’ve sealed our bond physically, emotionally, and there’s no going back.

My breathing slows, eyelids drooping under the gentle comfort of them all.

The last thought dancing through my mind is how lucky I am to have found not just one love, but three, each man bridging a different corner of my heart.

After all the bullets, betrayals, and tears, we’ve created something extraordinary: a family forged in danger, tempered by devotion, bound by choices we freely made.

I drift off with a smile, certain that when we wake, the world outside will still be complicated, but we’ll tackle it together.

This final intimate moment wasn’t just about passion; it was a promise that no matter the storms to come, our hearts beat in unison.

And that’s enough for me to rest easy, safe in the knowledge that I’m not alone, not in the least.