Three Alpha Bikers Wants An Open Marriage Chapter 7

Riley’s POV

Oh god, "yes please, AHH," I moaned out loud as Gunnar pounded into with a relentless hunger, each thrust driving deep, stirring a wildfire inside .

At the sa ti, Cane’s rough hand wrapped tightly around my hair, guiding my head down as his cock slid deeper into my mouth, filling utterly, swallowing every desperate gasp I make.

My hands trembled, gripping Caden’s thick length, slick and pulsing with need, stroking him in pace with the others, my fingers moving faster, keeping pace with the raw rhythm pounding through my body.

It was too much, too overwhelming, the sensations crashing over like a wave I couldn’t hold back from drowning in. I bucked my hips harder, craving more of the delicious fullness as Gunnar’s thrusts grew harder, his length driving deeper, stretching in ways I didn’t know I needed.

"Tell us you belong to us," Caden growled into my ear, his voice rough and commanding, the heat of it igniting a fierce fla inside .

But I shook my head, refusing to say the words. My throat was tight, my body aching with the ache of wanting and sha. I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction—at least not yet.

Suddenly Cane’s grip on my hair tightened, his voice terrifying and dangerous. "Say it."

His cock forced even deeper into my throat, making choke, a gasp tearing out of . The rough scrape of his length inside my mouth was maddening. I was gasping for air, caught in a storm of pleasure and control.

Just then, a heavy shock like splash of cold water hit my face.

I jolted awake, gasping for breath.

Beads of sweat dotted my skin, my heart hamring wildly. Where was I?

I blinked, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. This wasn’t my bedroom. I’m very sure of that. It seed more like a hotel room—sleek, modern, and strange.

I rubbed my eyes, trying to get a clearer vision of the entire space.

The early morning light seeped through the curtains, casting soft shadows on the walls.

"What the hell?" I muttered, slapping my palm to my forehead.

How did I get here? What had happened last night?

My mind raced, mories flooding back like shards of broken glass—Gunnar’s rough hands on my skin, Cane’s rciless grip, Caden’s low growls in my ear.

I gasped, covering my mouth with my hand as everything rushed into my mory. Hell no!

Jesus Christ! What had I done?

I glanced down and realized I was barely even dressed—it’s just my panties clinging to , my bra nowhere to be found. My dress was crumpled sowhere on the floor.

Panic flared inside at once. I threw back the duvet and spotted my bra near a chair, along with my scattered clothes. I hurried to gather them, slipping into my dress with trembling hands, trying to compose myself.

And just then, the door opened.

And they walked in.

Fully dressed. Like sin incarnate in leather and dark jeans—dangerous, powerful, and impossibly handso. If I rembered their nas correctly, it was Cane, Caden and Gunnar..

I swallowed hard, my breath hitching as my eyes road over their physiques.

Cane was lean but built with hard, lean muscle—like a hunter ready to strike. His presence was imposing, his movents smooth and deliberate. There was an edge of cold calculation in his gaze.

Caden was broader, more muscular, his arms thick and strong, his jaw set with raw masculinity. There was a quiet power in his stance, a slow-burning intensity that made my skin prickle.

And then there was Gunnar. Gunnar—he looked like a Greek god sculpted from marble and fire. Tall, broad-shouldered, with piercing dark eyes that seed to look straight through , his hair tousled perfectly, and a smirk that promised trouble. I didn’t want to rember last night, but the mories were seared into .

"Where are you going, sexy?" Cane’s voice broke the silence, smooth and teasing.

Sexy? They called sexy now? My cheeks burned.

"Don’t call that," I snapped, trying to sound firr than I felt.

"Why not?" Caden asked with a lazy grin. "We can call you whatever we want now. After all, we’re your partners."

"Partners?" I echoed, confusion and alarm tightening my chest. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Caden walked past , his footsteps slow and deliberate. He stopped at the side of the room and pulled out a thick paper from his jacket pocket. He held it up with a cocky smile.

I scanned the first few lines. There’s My na. Their nas and a signature that looked very much like mine.

"You signed this contract last night to your open marriage," he said, voice low and certain. "It makes us your partners. Automatically. That ans we’re all your husbands now."

I blinked, staring at the paper as if it might bite . My heart thudded so loud I was sure they could hear it. My fingers trembled.

"What?" I whispered, disbelief shaking my voice. "No, that can’t be real. I didn’t—"

"You did," Gunnar interrupted, stepping closer, his eyes dark and unreadable. "You signed it. We made sure of, It’s binding."

"Why would I do sothing like that?" I demanded, trying to piece together the haze of the night before.

"Because you wanted it," Cane said, his tone soft but undeniable. "Or maybe you didn’t want to admit it."

I shook my head, swallowing the lump in my throat. The weight of it all pressed down on , suffocating and thrilling at once.

"We’re serious, Riley," Caden said, his voice cutting through the thick silence. "This isn’t so joke. We’re bound to you now. You to us. And it’s forever."

"Forever..." The word tasted strange and wild on my tongue.

I looked at each of them—Cane, Caden, Gunnar—and sothing twisted deep inside . Fear mixed with sothing darker, sothing I couldn’t na.

"I don’t even know what this ans," I confessed, voice breaking. "I’m not sure I want this... you all must definitely be joking"

Gunnar smiled, a slow, knowing smile that made my skin flush. "You wanted to forget. To feel alive again. We gave you that. And this..." He waved the paper like a trophy. "Is the result for what you wanted."

Cane stepped closer, his eyes locking onto mine. "I know you might not want to believe it but you signed this last night, and now you do not have a choice neither can you refuse it"

My world was shifting, falling apart and coming together all at once. "No, I want out, this is a mistake, I was drunk"

Caden stalked closer to and added" You’re legally bound to us Riley and breaching the contract cos with a consequence"

My stomach turned as I looked between them, disoriented. "You’re all joking."

Cane shrugged, his grin razor-sharp. "We’re not. You wanted to get back at Ethan, didn’t you?"

"That doesn’t an I wanted to marry three strangers!"

Caden’s expression changed—sothing darker and more serious flickering behind his eyes. "You didn’t marry three strangers," he said quietly. "You married your husband’s best friends."

My knees nearly buckled.

"What?" My voice ca out as a breathless croak.

Gunnar stepped closer, his scent familiar now—woodsmoke and danger. "You said you wanted to forget him. We offered a way to do that and you said yes."

"I didn’t know who you were," I whispered "It was obvious I was drunk then, you don’t take advantage of a drunk woman"

"Yes" Caden nodded " You were drunk, but you weren’t unaware, were you? You wanted it too"

"So, you’re not getting rid of us that easily," Gunnar said. "Now that we’ve tasted you, Riley..."

He stepped close enough to tilt my chin up with his fingers.

"...we’re not letting go."