All Chapters of Claimed by my Biker Stepbrother: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Pearl The front door creaked softly when Zander pushed it open. For some strange reason, my heart was pounding louder than usual, and it didn't help that the creaking sound carried in the stillness, too loud in the quiet night.He stepped inside first, his posture shifting immediately. I watched his shoulder square, watched his gaze sharpened, and every trace of the controlled boyfriend from the car disappeared, replaced by something colder. More alert.“Stay behind me,” he murmured.I didn’t argue, not because I couldn't but because I didn't even have it in me. The air inside smelled faintly of dust and wood polish. Not abandoned, just unused.He moved through the living room without turning on the main lights, only a small lamp near the wall. It cast a dull amber glow across simple furniture, a couch, a coffee table, and a bookshelf that looked more decorative than functional.He checked the windows first. Unlocked one, locked it again, then checked the latch twice, and then t

Pearl I didn’t go after him, which was surprising, even for me. If he wanted distance, he could have it. I didn't give a damn about that. I stayed in the hallway for a full minute after he disappeared into the other room, staring at the empty space he’d left behind like it might explain something. It didn’t.So I turned and walked into the kitchen instead. Maybe it was my mistake for not checking out the layout of the safe house before locking myself up last night, if I had, then I would have easily known that whatever room Zander had walked into, was also connected to the kitchen and I wouldn't have been so shocked when I walked in on another presence. He was already there. Of course he was.Zander moved with that same controlled efficiency, and I hated that it got to me. I did a quick sweep of the place, just to see the cabinets open, pan out, and the stove on, like last night hadn’t happened, like I hadn’t cried myself to sleep two rooms away.He didn’t look at me when I enter

Pearl The foyer felt like it was shrinking, the walls closing in until the only things left in existence were the scent of Zander’s skin and the terrifyingly dark promise in his eyes. My heart was a frantic, trapped thing against my ribs. The anger was still there, simmering like a live wire, but it was being overtaken by a hunger so sharp it was physically painful.“Confirm it, Pearl,” Zander whispered, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that seemed to bypass my ears and go straight to my core. He didn't touch me yet, but his presence was a heavy, suffocating weight. “Tell me you want this.”It took me a while before I spoke, but when I finally did, I almost didn't recognize my own voice. “I want this,” I breathed, the words catching in my throat. “Are you sure? Because once I start, I’m not stopping until I’ve had every single bit of you.” He leaned in closer, his nose brushing against mine. “No more running. No more cold wars. Just this.”“I’m sure,” I said, more firmly this

Pearl I didn’t have a chance to even think about walking. True to his word, Zander reached down and scooped me up before I could take a single step toward the hallway. This wasn't the rough, clinical hoist he’d used earlier when he’d carried me back to the house like cargo. This was different. His arms were a secure, heavy cradle, and my bare skin sizzled everywhere it pressed against his heat.He started down the hall, his eyes dark and fixed on the bedroom door, but his focus was entirely on me. He leaned down, his lips brushing against my temple, then trailing a path of fire down to my jaw."You are so beautiful, Pearl," he whispered, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that settled deep in my bones. "Sometimes I can't believe you exist.”“Really?” I mouthed carefully, a small smirk making its way to my lips. “is that all?”“Never.” His reply came again. “Have I told you how good you taste? Absolutely delicious."I tilted my head back, a soft sound escaping me as his mouth found

Zander I woke up slowly, a rarity for a man whose internal clock was usually set to a hair trigger. Even the smallest things seemed to rile me up or wake me, depending on the situation. I wasn't complaining though, since that was one of the reasons I'd survived this long. For the first time in years, the first thing I felt wasn’t the weight of a holster or the chill of a mission, it was the steady, rhythmic heat of Pearl. I almost didn't believe it. Hell, my body took a little while to process that the feel of her next to me was real life and none a fucking dream. She was curled into my side, her breathing deep and even, a soft contrast to the chaos of the last forty-eight hours. In the gray, pre dawn light, she looked close to heaven. I watched the way her eyelashes cast long shadows against her cheeks, feeling a surge of something so fiercely possessive it bordered on primal. I wanted to stay right here. I wanted to burn the rest of the world down if it meant I never had to mo