Two hot Alphas bet on the biker-widow mate

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Her back arched as Gabriel's fingers tightened around her waist, holding her steady while Paxton's mouth moved lower, his breath hot against her inner thigh.

"You don't get to run from this," Gabriel growled against her throat, his voice like silk over steel. "Not from us."

Carlotta moaned, helpless between their bodies. Gabriel was behind her, his hand tangled in her hair, lips claiming the curve of her neck. His hardness pressed against her from behind while Paxton knelt in front of her, his hands gripping her thighs like he owned them. Like he owned her.

"I never said I wanted to run," she breathed, lost in the pull of them both.

Paxton smirked, his lips glistening. "Then let us wreck you."

And they did.

Gabriel entered her from behind with a rough, punishing thrust, forcing a cry from her lips that was swallowed by Paxton's kiss. She was sandwiched between them. Gabriel's deep, commanding rhythm; Paxton's slow, sinful teasing as his mouth roamed down her chest, taking his time with her breasts.

The heat built fast. Her body trembled with each movement, the slick slide of skin on skin, their grunts, her gasps. Her fingers clawed at Paxton's chest while Gabriel gripped her hips tighter, his voice a snarl against her skin.

"You like being ruined by both of us?" Gabriel asked.

"She loves it," Paxton answered for her, licking a line up her stomach. "Don't you, baby?"

Carlotta couldn't speak. Her climax crashed through her like a lightning strike, sharp, explosive, raw. Her moan echoed in the room, vibrating against Paxton's lips, as Gabriel cursed and followed right after her.

For a moment, everything stilled. Their bodies tangled. Their heartbeats synced.

Then...

She gasped awake.