Very perfect

Riley's POV

Before I could speak, I felt my back hit the door, then a wall. The hallway was dim, the air thick with heat and anticipation. Hands gripped me as their lips crashed into mine. I gasped into the kiss, my legs wrapping around one of them on instinct.

Everything was a blur of motion and heat. Their bodies surrounded mine—pressing and pulling and claiming me roughly. I didn’t know who had me pinned, only that my body recognized their touch, and it set me on fire.

Their fingers slid under my dress, brushing the inside of my thigh. I jolted, moaning softly as my hips rolled forward. The cold one lifted me, his hands firm under my thighs, carrying me across the room like I weighed nothing.

He dropped himself onto a chair, dragging me down onto his lap, my dress riding up. The others were right there watching and waiting. One reached behind my back and unhooked my bra with ease, letting it fall to the floor as the cool air hit my skin but I didn’t feel shy. I felt proud and desired.

The man beneath me undid his belt slowly, his eyes locked on mine. The clink of the buckle sent shivers down my spine as he pushed his jeans down, I froze for a heartbeat as my breath caught.

He was thick. Hard and very ready.

His hand slid between us, guiding himself against me as I arched into him, my body already aching. And then he pressed in.

The stretch pulled a low moan from my throat. I clutched at his shoulders, trying to catch my breath, every nerve in me buzzing as his hands gripped my waist, guiding me slowly as I moved slowly, deep, hungry.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice rough at my ear. “Just like that, Ethan doesn't know what he let go.”

I gasped, rocking against him. Heat curled low in my belly. The other two drew closer, their hands brushing my sides, my thighs, their presence overwhelming. I was surrounded. Owned. And for the first time in months—maybe years—I felt wanted.

Truly and dangerously wanted.

Before I could catch my breath, they pressed closer to my body as one took my left hand, the other my right, guiding my fingers around their hard, thick lengths that's slick with precum.

Their skin was hot under my palms, veins pulsing with life. I started moving my hands slowly, matching the rhythm of the man buried deep inside me.

His hips jerked sharply, and I gasped as a rush of pleasure tore through me. The piercings on his cock scraped deliciously against my walls, making me shiver. His groan was low and rough, vibrating through me.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he growled, holding me still so every inch of him pressed in. “You’re dripping for us, aren’t you?”

I bit my lip, nodding, my breath coming faster. The other two moaned into my hands, their hips twitching as I quickened my pace, my nails digging lightly into their skin.

“You like this, huh? Taking all three of us like the little sexy slut you are,” the amber-eyed man whispered into my ear, his breath hot and intoxicating.

His words lit a fire inside me. I leaned in, gripping harder, my eyes closed as the pleasure rose.

The dark grey-eyed man pressed against my back, sliding a hand down to cup my breast as his thumb circled my nipple, sending sharp sparks through me.

“Gods~~ Riley,” he murmured, voice thick and rough. “You’re taking us so good”

I choked out a breath. “Y—yes,” I moaned, barely able to speak.

The amber-eyed man moved behind me, his breath tickling my neck. “You’re going to beg us, aren’t you? Beg to have all of us.”

I shivered as his fingers trailed over my skin, his nails teasing just enough to sting. My body trembled under the storm of sensation.

“I want it all,” I said, voice shaky but sure. “Take me. All of you. Make me forget everything.”

The man beneath me gripped my hips tight, pulling me higher as he drove deeper and more steady. Every pulse in me fired up, every inch of me alive with heat.

“That’s right, ride me, baby,” he growled, thick with need. “Show me you’re not his boring wife.”

I pushed back hard, feeling him fill me, each thrust sending waves after waves of pleasure. My hands stroked the other two, their bodies trembling under my touch.

They moved with me, their hands exploring every curve of my body, every inch. The amber-eyed man pressed his mouth to my neck, biting it softly.

Cane slid a hand between my legs, his fingers slipping inside me while I stroked their cocks. The mix of sensations made me dizzy.

They didn’t hesitate as the cold one’s hips thrust harder, the piercings scraping inside me with every movement. The other two pressed closer, their hands exploring me more. Their breaths were hot against me.

“Fuck, you feel so damn good,” the cold one growled, his voice rough. “I want to hear you scream our names. Want to know them huh?”

I threw my head back, gasping as he drove deeper and faster. “Oh God, yes. Please, harder. Don’t stop.”

He wasn’t slowing down. He pulled me down onto him harder even more, gripping my hips like I was his.

I was lost—burning with need, caught in the heat, the touch, the filthy words filling the room.

“Come for us,” the dark-eyed man whispered close, squeezing my breast. “Let us hear you scream.”

I didn’t have to be told twice. The pleasure crashed over me at once, shaking me to the core.

They held me up, their bodies warm and slick against mine. The room echoed with heavy breaths and the sounds of our skin sliding up and down in KPA. KPA. KPA

Then the cold one’s voice cut through the haze hot and teasing. “You want to know our names, right? You’ll be moaning them as we fuck you—all at once this time.”

“I’m Gunnar.”

He nodded to the others. “That’s Caden,” he said, pointing to the lean one, “and this is Cane, I guess you already know”

I blinked, trying to take it all in. Those names... I’d heard them before.

Gunnar’s eyes sparkled. “You know the CCG brothers, don’t you?”

My breath caught. “Wait... you’re not the infamous CCG Alphas of Crescent Hollow, right?” I asked, hoping it wasn’t true. Hoping it wasn't what I was thinking.

The dangerous biker Alphas everyone whispered about? No way. No fucking way!

They smirked, enjoying my shock.

Gunnar’s voice dropped, warning in every word. “Yeah, that’s us.”

My heart pounded. Questions swirled in my head. What was I doing here? Ethan always talked about them—they were his close friends. How had I missed it? Had I had too much to drink?

Desire and dread battled inside me.

Gunnar’s voice snapped me back, low and commanding as he thrust harder into me.

“And I’m sure you know the most interesting part, Riley? We’re Ethan’s best friends. Which makes your little open marriage... very perfect.”