Page 29 of Claimed By the Bikers
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.
