Claimed by the Rogue Biker Alphas

Chapter 4

Seraphina’s POV

The twins eyes narrowed in disbelief and then they exchanged glances as if they couldn’t believe their ears. Of course, they never saw this coming.

Then the lips of the first one lifted. “Lysander,” he called, turning towards his brother…. “The Queen wants to really get f****d, huh?” He mocked. “Getting f****d by your husband enemies. Is that a rebellion i sense there?”

“Maybe it’s a rebellion. Listen guys.. i don’t know what happened between you and my husband… but did you know how pained he will be if he discovers that the men he hated the most f****d his wife?”

“So what are you saying?” Lysander asked. I noticed he is not very much of a talker like his brother.

“I’m saying that, you can use me to get back to my husband,” I said coolly, my voice devoid of any shame. “Taunt him with how you f****d me because he couldn’t and he is going to lose control. He might not want me… but he won’t be a able to withstand me being with the both of you either.”

Lysander’s hand reached out and he tilted my jaw up to meet his eyes. My body stiffened from the way his touch sent shockwaves down my spine. His gaze dropped to the mark on my neck again. “A woman like you.. shouldn’t be entangled with someone like us.”

From the moments I have spent with them, I could already tell that there was something about the mark on my neck. I don’t know what he meant by woman like me, so I just wrapped my hand around his wrist. “Treat me like one of your slut, Lysander. Just for tonight.”

Lysander smiled. “Lucien… let’s give Luna Seraphina what she really wants.”

Lucien leaned to my neck. “Careful.. Luna. We don’t do gentle.”

My heart swelled with happiness. Finally, I will be claimed tonight.

Moments later another handsome guy with tainted brown hair—which I assumed was called in through the mind-link—joined us. “Which lucky slut are you taking to the penthouse? You’ve taken any woman there…” The words died in his mouth when he saw me behind them. His eyes widened before he bowed to them. “President… the keys to the bikes and penthouse.” He extended them bunch of keys. He whispered but I can sure hear him clearly… “Don’t tell you are f*****g Rowan’s Luna?”

“It’s none of your damn business, Cauis.” Lysander snatched the keys from him. “Just focus on your duties as the vice president and take over the club and bikers while we are away.” He walked over to his black power bike, strapped his helmet on and ignited it.

Lucien does the same, while Cauis stood there, dumbfounded.

“Let’s go,” Lysander summoned me and I walked towards him. He helped me strapped on an helmet and gestured at me to get on but I couldn’t.

“I haven’t climbed a bike before… so I don’t know how this works,” I muttered.

“Oh…” he scoffed. “Place your leg on the passenger foot peg and swipe the other leg across,” he explained calmly.. and for a moment, I wondered if this was truly the dangerous biker alphas everyone feared. But I guess they have a human side to them after all.

I did as instructed and sat behind him.

“Hold me tightly.”

I wrapped my arms around him, but not tightly though.

Lysander started the bike. It jumped forward and I screamed with fear coursing through my veins, tightening my hand around him. I think I heard them laugh out loud… but just as quickly it died down. The bike didn’t move; it jumped, the sound of the engine echoed through the dark, silent street. They weaved through the street expertly, overtaking cars and trailers.

“Can you—please —slow down,” I screamed loudly so he could hear me, my heart pounded. “I don’t want to die..”

“Death?” He screamed back. “You shouldn’t be afraid of death, Sera. You be afraid of not living life to the fullest.”

Sera?

Is that a nickname? I love it. No one has ever nicknamed me—not even my husband.

Lucien sped up to us and winked at us. “The first to get to the penthouse would be the first to claim Phina,” he said and then sped off without waiting for a response.

Phina?

Another nickname.

Lysander increased his speed and I was leaning on him now… but then, I wasn’t afraid anymore. The way the wind whipped my hair over my face, the way the cool air bite at my skin… and his masculine smell of pine, musk and gasoline made me smile broadly.

This was freedom. This was the life I had always wanted. Not the one I was told what to do, how to dress, how to eat in a feminine manner or learned how to sew and knit when I desperately wanted to learn marital arts… and maybe learn how to ride a bike like this.

Who would have thought that the caged bird from this morning would be a free eagle tonight? I’m so loving this night.

Minutes later, Lysander drove into a luxurious penthouse and yeah… he lost, so Lucien would be the one to claim me first. But I think, he lost because of me—if I wasn’t with him, he would have rode faster than he did.

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“Strip!” Lucien commanded before walking off to the mini bar at the corner of the room. He picked up a bottle of wine on the rack and two glasses. Filled them to up to half and handed his brother one.

My chest pounded loudly. This was the first time, I will be undressing in front of a man. As I struggled with the zipper, Lysander dropped his wine, reached behind me, zipped it down and took the dress off me. The dress pooled beneath me and I remained in a diaphanous red matching lingerie. I had bought it newly because Ivy, my one and only friend told me that if I seduced Rowan tonight, he might be healed because no man would be able to resist me. She even taught me how to touch him in strategic places.

Lysander held my shoulders. “You are beautiful, Luna Seraphina. Rowan is a bastard for failing to see it.”

Fuck… this men though.

No one has ever called me beautiful.

He unhooked my bra and slid it off my shoulders. My breasts broke free—full and heavy. The n*****s were pink and swollen.

Lucien threw down his drink and walked up to us. His gaze darkened with a kind of hunger that sent cold shivers down my spine. “Phina…” he whispered. “Damn… look at dem tits.” He zip down his leather jacket. His abs are sexy with tattoos all over. Then he unbuckled his belt and slide down his Jeans.

Lysander does the same and damn… they are now naked. Their c***s? No… those ain’t c***s, baby. Those are weapons. Hard. Thick. Veined. Leaking at the red, swollen tip like a f*****g tease.

My p***y tingled in either anticipation or fear. How can they be this huge?

“Are you drooling or scared?” Lucien sneered, stroking his shaft lazily.

I didn’t respond; I just closed my mouth and forced myself to look away.

He continued. “Either way… you’re taking this c***s, baby.”

“Go and lie on the bed and spread your cunt wide open,” Lysander commanded, his voice sharper than I’d ever heard. “Your scent is driving me crazy!”

I obeyed… who am I not to?

I climbed the bed, leaned against the headboard and spread my thighs wide open.

Together, they climbed the bed and sat at either side of me. “Know that after tonight… you will never belong to him anymore,” Lucien growled against my ears. “You are ours?!

Theirs?

How?

I wanted to ask—I swear I wanted to—but the words died in my mouth when their lips pressed hard against my neck and they began to suck me.

Oh Moon,” I moaned out.