Three Alpha Bikers Wants An Open Marriage

Chapter 237: Chapter 237

Gunnar’s POV

I could still feel the remnants of poison from the Blackbane core still burning like acid in my veins, turning every breath into a knife twist between my ribs.

I lay on the wide bed in my private chamber, shirt already stripped off by my servants earlier, my chest bare and slick with the sweat of fever.

My trousers hung low on my hips, the only thing left covering me. I could barely lift my arms without pain shooting through my shoulders, but none of that mattered. Riley was trapped inside whatever hellish portal Carian had created-locked away, unreachable, unless I gave this witch exactly what she wanted.

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I’d agreed to the deal without hesitation for the sake of my brothers because I do not want them to engage with her. I had also asked Cane to go see to Sebastian.

If letting Carian use me was the price to get Riley back, then she could have every inch of me.

I didn’t care how it felt. I didn’t feel anything anyway. Not with Riley’s face burning behind my eyelids and the fear that Carian might change her mind if I refused.

The door clicked open and Carian stepped in, her long dark hair loose around her shoulders, wearing nothing but a thin silk robe that clung to every curve.

She smiled like one who already knew she’d won. Her eyes dragged over my exposed chest, down the faint lines of muscle still visible under the fever sheen, and lower to the front of my trousers.

"You’re being so cooperative tonight, Gunnar," she purred, letting the robe slip from one shoulder. The silk whispered down her body and pooled at her feet.

She was naked underneath. Completely. Her breasts were full and heavy, nipples already tight and dark pink from the cool air.

Her waist dipped in sharply before flaring into wide hips, the smooth skin of her stomach leading down to the neat strip of dark hair above her pussy. Her outer lips were already swollen, glistening with arousal that caught the low light as she stepped closer. The scent of her-musky, and warm-hit me immediately, thick enough to fill the room.

I stayed still. My cock didn’t twitch. Nothing stirred inside me except the constant, dull throb of the poison and the single thought: Riley.

Carian climbed onto the bed, her knees sinking into the mattress on either side of my hips. She straddled me slowly, lowering herself until her bare, wet pussy pressed right against the soft bulge in my trousers.

The heat of her soaked through the fabric instantly. She rocked her hips forward once, dragging her slick folds along the length of my cock through the cloth, leaving a shiny wet streak behind.

"Mmm," she moaned, eyes half-lidded. "Feel how wet I am for you already huh?"

She leaned down, pressing her heavy breasts against my chest. Her nipples dragged across my skin, hard little points that scraped over my flat nipples as she rubbed herself up and down my torso like a cat in heat.

Her pussy kept grinding on my crotch, slow circles that spread her slickness everywhere. I could feel the exact shape of her-hot, puffy lips parting around the outline of my soft cock, clit bumping against the base with every roll.

Nothing happened inside me. My body stayed limp, unresponsive, the poison and my own detachment keeping everything dead below the waist.

I stared at the ceiling, my jaw locked, thinking only of Riley’s face, her voice, the promise that this would bring her back.

Carian kissed my neck, open-mouthed and wet, sucking hard enough to leave marks. Her tongue traced the vein there, then moved lower, licking across my collarbone before she latched onto one of my nipples. She sucked it deep into her mouth, teeth grazing, while her hips kept grinding harder, faster.

Her pussy was dripping now, the wet sounds of her sliding against my trousers filling the room-filthy, obscene little smacks every time she rolled her hips.

She kissed up to my jaw, then crashed her mouth onto mine. Her tongue pushed between my lips, demanding, hot and insistent. She tasted like wine and desperation. She moaned into the kiss, grinding her soaked cunt against me in short, frantic strokes, breasts squishing against my chest, nipples dragging with every movement.

Still nothing. My cock stayed soft, heavy and useless between us. I didn’t kiss her back. I didn’t touch her. My hands stayed at my sides on the sheets.

Carian pulled back, breathing hard, lips shiny and swollen. Her cheeks were flushed dark. She glared down at me, eyes flashing with frustration.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" she hissed. "You’re supposed to want this. You’re supposed to get hard for me."

I met her gaze, voice flat and calm despite the pain still chewing through my body. "The deal was you could have me as you please. Not that I would enjoy it. Not that I would reciprocate. You’re getting exactly what you asked for."

Her face twisted with anger. She sat up straighter, still straddling me, her wet pussy now pressed firmly over my soft cock.

She reached down and grabbed my wrists, trying to drag my hands up to her breasts. I let her move them, but my fingers stayed loose, lifeless. She pressed my palms to the soft, heavy weight of her tits anyway, forcing my hands to squeeze the warm flesh. Her nipples poked hard against my palms.

"Touch me properly," she snapped, grinding down harder, smearing more of her slickness over the front of my trousers. "Make me feel it. Get hard, damn you."

I didn’t squeeze. I didn’t move my fingers. My arms stayed heavy, the poison making even that small effort feel like lifting stones.

My cock remained completely soft under her, no twitch, no blood flow, nothing. She could feel it-soft and useless between her soaked folds-and it only made her angrier.

She rocked faster, almost desperately now, sliding her dripping pussy up and down the entire length of my flaccid cock through the fabric. Her breasts bounced with every movement, nipples tight and begging. Juices ran down her thighs, soaking the front of my trousers completely.

She leaned down again, kissing me hard, biting my lower lip, sucking my tongue into her mouth while she humped me like she could force my body to react through sheer will.

Still nothing.

"Fucking useless," she growled against my mouth, pulling back to glare at me. Her hair was messy now, sticking to her flushed skin. "You’re supposed to be an Alpha. You’re supposed to want to fuck me. Riley’s never coming out unless you give me what I want."