Page 15 of Claimed By the Biker Brothers

We’ve been pining for this woman for so long.

We’ve been keeping our distance too.

Tonight, everything changes. Clearly, nothing will ever be the same again.

5

Robyn

My core screams for more.

I look up at Knox, my fingers hurriedly unbuttoning his shirt. His broad chest greets me with fine, golden curls and hardened nipples. I bite my lower lip as I hear Jagger’s clothes shuffle onto the floor, and I glance over my shoulder to look at him—ropes of muscles twitching beneath the smoothest skin.

My eyes marvel at the deep, dark shades of the tattoos covering their bodies. Diesel’s ink only reaches down his back and over his arms and bulky shoulders, but I see plenty of battle scars too. Their bodies have survived wars, bloody battles, and the kind of violence I’ve only ever witnessed in movies from the comfort of my sofa.

Their bodies tell stories I’m dying to hear.

To feel.

To taste.

My lips close around Knox’s nipple, the sound of his grunt sending sparks flying through my veins.

“Robyn, we’re going all the way tonight, you realize that don’t you?” he says.

“I do.”

He pulls me into a kiss. The hunger dissolves the last of my doubts about this, while liquid heat trickles down the inside of my thighs.

“It’s too late to pull back, now,” Knox replies.

“I don’t want to pull back.”

Jagger leans in and plants a kiss on my bare shoulder, while his hands reach around. He kneads my breasts and licks the side of my neck, obliterating every single rational thought in my head.

“We need you to submit,” he whispers in my ear, while his thumb and index fingers pinch my nipples tighter and tighter until the hottest, sweetest sting spreads through my ribcage. “Submit to us, Robyn.”

“Oh, I do… I do…”

For four years, I’ve been by myself, healing from Calvin’s emotional and physical abuse. Getting out of survival mode and learning to experience life again. Diesel, Jagger, and Knox have a firm hold on me, but they inspire safety. My ex-husband had me walking on eggshells. These three have me pining for more, for everything they wish to give me.

“You have complete control here,” Knox gently reminds me.

I needed to hear that, I think, because I’m filled with a sense of power. And so many fantasies bursting through the fabric of reality itself.

They’re the only ones who make me feel this way: their rough, firm hands, their strong bodies and dominating personalities… I have no choice but to submit because nothing else makes sense. I want this. It may be a leap of faith considering what I went through, but they’ve proven themselves to me so many times.

“If you trust us,” Knox says, “you’re going to have to trust us all the way. And if you want to be ours, you’ve got to really be ours body and soul, Robyn.”

“Take me,” I reply, my knees shaking with ardent anticipation.

A devilish grin slits his face. I glance down and marvel at the sheer size of him. My hand reaches out. I want to stroke his magnificent cock before I take him inside me, but Diesel has other plans.

“Don’t move,” he says.

“Why?”

He squeezes my ass, and I yelp, then giggle with surprise. I love the feeling, the way my heart jumps and my skin catches fire.

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