Chapter 4 4

Layla

The elevator ride up to the private upper level of The Bleeding Stone was quiet, save for the soft hum of party music from the club below.

I had followed these three hot guys upstairs to what I believe was a private room immediately after they accepted.

I leaned my back against the wall letting my eyes wander over the three massive men surrounding me.

Up close, in the dim gold light of the elevator, they were even more ridiculous. Broad shoulders, tailored leather, and an aura of pure, unadulterated danger that made my skin prickle in the best way possible and my pussy wet.

Damn, I thought, running a hand through my dark curls.

I knew biker clubs were a thing, but I honestly thought it was just a bunch of grown boys playing with loud bikes in dirty garages. I didn't think it was this put together.

I cleared my throat, crossing my ankles.

"So... are you pretty boys going to tell me your names, or am I just supposed to guess? Because my name is Layla."

The one in the middle with the cold green eyes didn't even look at me, but the corner of his jaw flexed.

"Kael," he rumbled, his voice dark and deep.

The one on his left, the neat one with the slicked-back brown curls and sharp hazel eyes, gave a polite, almost menacing little nod.

"Draven."

The massive, heavily tattooed brute with the black buzzcut smirked, his dark eyes flashing with pure arrogance. "Zayne."

I let out a soft, low chuckle. "Oh my god. You guys actually have hot names. Cheers to your parents, because damn."

Neither of them cracked a smile, though Zayne’s eyes tracked the movement of my lips like a hawk.

Well okay, tough crowd.

The elevator chimed softly, and the doors slid open to reveal a carpeted hallway lined with sleek, soundproof mahogany doors. It looked less like a biker den and more like a high-end luxury boutique hotel.

"What is this place?" I asked, stepping out into the hall and looking around. "Is this like a hotel, or a bar, or your personal clubhouse suite?"

All three of them stepped out behind me, towering over my five-foot-seven frame. None of them answered.

They just watched me with heavy, intense stares that sent a sudden spike of heat straight to my gut.

I turned around, raising an eyebrow at them.

"Okay, so you guys don't talk much. That's cool. Honestly, I really don't need you guys to talk." I let my eyes drop down the length of their broad chests, a wicked little smirk tugging at my lips. "I just need to know you guys can fuck."

Zayne let out a low, rough breath through his teeth, while Draven’s nostrils flared, taking in my scent. Kael just stepped forward, his massive hand coming up to push open the double doors at the end of the hall.

The suite inside was huge a velvet sofa, dim ambient lighting, and a massive king-sized bed pushed against the far wall.

"Nice," I murmured, tossing my clutch onto a side table. I didn't even care if they brought other women up here; right now, I just wanted to forget my own name for a few hours. "Where's the bathroom?"

Draven gestured with a tilt of his head toward a frosted glass door near the entryway.

I gave them a quick, teasing wink and walked inside, closing the door behind me. I turned on the gold faucet, splashing cool water onto my face and neck, then dabbed myself dry with a hand towel. Looking in the mirror, my cheeks were flushed and my deep blue eyes looked heavy with alcohol, but I was completely clear-headed. I knew exactly what I wanted tonight. It's been so long I've had good dick and Marcus had been so mediocre in bed.

I fixed my lipstick, smoothed down my green lace dress, and walked back out.

Kael was standing near the foot of the bed, leaning back against the wooden post with his arms crossed over his massive chest.

Draven and Zayne were standing on either side of him, their dark jackets already discarded, leaving them in form-fitting black shirts that showed off every ripple of muscle.

Zayne stepped toward me first, his dark eyes locked onto mine.

"We don't usually take women like this," he rasped, his voice thick and possessive. "We don't share. But something about you is just... entirely fucking different."

"And we need to break it," Kael added from the shadows, his green eyes burning cold and bright.

I blinked, a breathless little laugh escaping me.

"What? What do you mean break—"

Before I could finish the sentence, Draven closed the distance between us, grabbing my waist with one heavy hand and pulling my full curves flush against his hard body.

His mouth slammed down onto mine in a deep, bruising kiss that completely stole the air from my lungs.

A soft, desperate gasp pulled from my throat into his mouth. Before I could even wrap my arms around his neck, Zayne leaned in from the side, his lips gripping the exposed column of my throat, sucking hard enough to leave a mark while his heavy hand slid down my thigh, gathering the fabric of my lace dress.

Oh fuck.

The sheer, overwhelming pressure of all three of them on me made my head spin in pure delight. I reached down blindly, my fingers catching the metal buckle of Zayne's leather belt to tug his pants open.

Slap.

Kael reached out, smacking my hand away from the belt with a sharp, stinging slap.

"Ow!" I pulled my hand back, glaring at him through heavy eyelids. "Why did you do that?!"

Kael stepped into my space, his broad frame blocking out the rest of the room as he looked down at me with absolute authority.

"You don't take your pleasure unless we give it to you," Kael growled, his deep voice vibrating right through my ribs.

I opened my mouth to argue, my stubborn Alpha nature instantly flaring up, but Draven’s hand tightened on my waist, pinning me firmly in place while Zayne’s fingers dug possessively into my hip.

"On your knees, Layla," Zayne commanded softly, a dangerous, mocking smirk playing on his lips.

I stared at them, my breath coming in short, hot hitches. "You're kidding. I'm an Alpha Queen. I don't go on my knees for anyone."

"On your knees," Kael repeated, his green eyes flashing with an unyielding, possessive power that made my knees go weak anyway.

I let out a shaky breath, a helpless, teasing smile breaking across my face as I slowly let myself slide down the front of their bodies, dropping to the plush carpet below them.

“Good girl.” Kael said.

Good girl? The hell?

While my mind was occupied with whatever this was, my hair was pulled back but not in a way that hurt me by Draven.

“What—mmph!” Another kiss. This time it came with groping,Draven slipped his hands down my dress, grabbing one of my full breasts, his fingers playing with my nipples.

Fuck, I could feel the electricity zip down to my pussy.

Thankfully, Zayne was already going down, leading over my shoulder, his hand going down to tease my pussy through my panties, bunching up my dress as he did.

“Fuck…hmmm…” I couldn't see what Kael was doing in my haze, I was focused on moving my thighs trying to chase a quick orgasm. That was until they immediately stopped.

“What…what, what are you—”

“We told you..” Zayne said, panting as he pulled himself from my lips. “We decide when you get your pleasure.”

Oh my God. I was going to rage, because there's only so much I could take. I came here to be fucked, not played with.

But I was played with. For the next five minutes, I was pulled back from the peak and back down again. Over and over again.

At some point, I started grabbing them, trying to bring them back, cussing them out. But that only made it worse.

I was taken from where I knelt and placed on the bed, my hands bound to the headboard and my clothes taken off.

“What…what are you guys doing?”

Again, no response. Instead, I watched them strip, one by one, these handsome ass brothers and Kael, came in the middle, finally. I wonder what he was going to do, but I soon got my answer when he spread my thighs, revealing my wet fat pussy.

“Fuck…you're so fleshy.” he groaned, before his mouth defended.

Fuck! Fuuuck!

The other men each came at my sides, sucking my breasts and kissing me simultaneously.

And again, each time I was a close to my climax, they pulled back. Again.

By the third time, I was sweating and felt my eyes prickle. I had stopped trying to pull my hands free.

“Please.. please…”

“Please what?” Kael asked, looking up from my pussy, his tongue giving a torturous lick on my clit.

“Please..”

“Use your words,” Zayne whispered in my ears, his fingers squeezing my nipples. Draven focused on sucking my neck.

“Please..” I tried again. “Please let me cum.”

“Hmm, I don't know, do you think you deserved it?”

What? Oh God no. I wiggled, nodding my head, “Yes, yes I have!”

I felt Draven move up beside me, he turned my head to the side and I came face to face to the warmth of his thick cock and I swallowed.

“Make Draven feel good from start to finish and I might do the same to you.” Kael said.

“Wait, I want to taste her. It's my turn.” I heard Zayne say as he went down to switch places with Kael who looked like he would have argued.

Kael came to my side, grabbing a breast and Zayne went in between my legs.

The moment Zayne started, I knew these brothers were different. His method was fast and hot like he wanted to actually eat me.

My focus however was split between that and taking Draven hot cock in my mouth.

I sucked as best as I could, letting him slide down my throat.

“Fuck..” He groaned, hand on my head.

Oh God. I felt like I was going to die.

Draven’s cock in my mouth.

Kael sucking my breasts.

Zayne eating me out.

The pressure mounted so much, that the moment I felt Draven cum down my throat, I started shaking, spraying my warm fluids over Zayne’s mouth in orgasm.

“Oh God…oh God…” I gasped when Draven took his cock again, cum dripping down my lips.

By the time my haze lifted, I saw Kael in between my legs again. This time, he had his hands on my thighs, his cock pressing in between my folds.

“Wait…” i panted. “I need a break….Ahhhh…nghhhh!”

His cock, thick hot, pushed inside me. Stretching me as he bottomed out.

“Now we're going to do something else.” He grunted.

“You have to suck Zayne's dick as a thank you for letting you come or I won't move.”

My eyes widened. Who were these men? These…fucking gorgeous monsters.

But I did it. Fuck, I did it.

I sucked Zayne's cock as he fucked my throat and my pace dictated just his much Kael moved. By the time I made Zayne come, it was all over my face but I didn't care.

Kael had started moving hard and fast, his hand coming to my throat as he fucked the life out of my pussy.

“Oh…fuck…fuck…”

The other men watched, Draven stroking himself. Zayne sucking my breasts and rubbing my clit.

By the time I came, I was panting and crying.

But if I thought that was the end, I was wrong.

They switched place and I had to take the other brothers, one by one.