Page 46 of Claimed By The Club
“Hear it, Frost? Our woman wants it harder, I bet she wants you to see her come, don’t you?” he directs the question at me.
A whimper escapes me, liking the idea but doesn’t voice it out due to shyness.
“Show me,” Frosts orders in a husky voice. Hearing it, my pussy creams more. Viper chuckles, and without any warning, he shifts, his hands sliding around to my waist, twisting me just enough so I’m forced to face Frost.
My pulse stutters when I see him—leaning against the wall, his gaze heavy-lidded, his fist slowly stroking his own cock.
He’s watching, and our gazes lock.
I whimper as Viper thrusts up, filling me completely, his teeth grazing my shoulder. My thighs tremble, but I don’t look away from Frost. I can’t. His eyes lock onto mine, dark and hungry, his hand moving in time with Viper’s rhythm.
My pussy clenches at the sight, and Viper groans, his hand trailing to my nipple and grabbing it. My body jolts.
“Fuck Carter… Frost,” I choke out, my nails scraping down Viper’s leg as I hold onto him.
Viper growls against my skin, one hand sliding between my legs, fingers pressing just above where we’re joined. “Look at him,” he murmurs, voice rough. “Let him see how good you take me.”
Heat floods my cheeks, but I don’t close my eyes. Frost’s jaw clenches, his strokes turning harder, faster. The air between us is thick with something unspoken—approval, desire, a twisted kind of belonging.
Viper fucks me harder, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside me until my vision blurs. I’m panting, writhing, my pussy clenching around him as pleasure coils in my gut. Frost’s breath hitches, his grip tightening on himself, and I know he’s close.
“Come for him,” Viper rasps, fingers circling my clit.
“Come, Sierra,” Frost commands, and I let out a screech of utter pleasure as if I’ve been waiting for him to say it.
The command shatters me. I cry out, back arching as I fall apart, my body pulsing around Viper’s cock and he comes inside me, his cum gushing into me. Frost’s groan follows, his release spilling over his fist, his gaze never leaving mine.
When the aftershocks fade, I slump against Viper, boneless and breathless. Frost exhales sharply, his chest rising and falling as he watches us—still there, still wanting.
And for the first time, I don’t wonder if this is wrong. I just know it’s ours.
After a minute or two, Viper helps me straighten, brushing disheveled hair from my face. A gentle kiss lands on my temple. “You okay?” he whispers, voice husky.
I nod, still reeling from the rush. “Yeah,” I manage.
Frost pushes off the wall as if nothing happened, his cock hiding inside his jeans again. His gaze flicks between Viper and me, his eyes heated. “I came to tell you both—Knox found moredata. We have reason to suspect the traitor might be someone we’re close to.” His jaw clenches. “They’ve hidden their tracks well, but it looks like a patch member, not a prospect. But it can also be a cover up or set up to destroy us. We can’t roll out prospects still.”
My stomach churns, the pleasure from earlier clearly forgotten. “A patched member?” That’s worse than we feared. My heart pounds as I think of men I’ve been leaning on for weeks. Which one would betray me—betray the entire MC?
Frost’s expression remains grim. “We’ll do a deeper dive. For now, watch your back. The Reapers might be coordinating with someone who knows your routines.” Then he glances at Viper. “And keep her close. I know you will.”
Viper nods, a solemn promise in his eyes. I see the shared understanding between them. They might compete for my affections in some ways, but they stand united to protect me.
I look down, reality crashing over me. Jen’s link to the Reapers has turned my world upside down. And now a potential traitor within Renegade Cross sets an even darker stage. The fleeting release I found in Viper’s arms fizzles under this new wave of dread.
“What do we do next?” I whisper, voice trembling.
Frost lifts his chin, then steps closer to me, kissing me softly on the lips. “We keep investigating. The next church meeting’s in an hour—come prepared. We’ll figure out who’s behind this.”
With that, he steps to the door, offering a final glance at me, then at Viper. He slips out, leaving us to gather ourselves and face the approaching storm.
Viper’s arms remain around me as I rest my forehead against his chest with Frost’s kiss lingering on my lips. The aftershocks of our intimate moment mingle with the creeping fear that someone close to us is feeding the Reapers everything they needto destroy me. This knowledge robs me of any lingering sense of safety, even in the arms of men who’ve vowed to protect me.
He smooths a hand over my back. “We’ll get through this.”
I nod, tears threatening. “But at what cost? If we can’t trust a patched member?—”
He silences me with a gentle press of his lips. “One problem at a time. We face it as a club. You’re not alone.”
