All Chapters of My Biker Father-in-law Makes Me Wet : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

~NyraThe second I pushed through the doors the bass punched me straight in the ribs, loud enough to rattle my teeth. Smoke, sweat, cheap vodka, and wolf, all of it hit me like a wall. Red strobes sliced the dark, turning every face into a devil for half a second before the light moved on.I barely made it three steps inside before some drunk asshole in a ripped shirt slid up behind me, hands already on my hips like he’d paid for the cover charge to own me. His crotch ground against my ass to the beat. Bold. I’ll give him that.I twisted just enough to smile up at him, sweet as poison, then drove my elbow into his solar plexus. Not hard enough to kill, just hard enough for him to remember oxygen is a privilege.He folded like wet paper, wheezing. I stepped over him and kept walking.I found a stool at the corner of the bar where I could keep the whole room in sight and ordered a double whiskey, neat, and let the burn scrape the taste of betrayal out of my throat.That’s when I reali

~Nyra“What’s your name, please?” The words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them, soft, desperate, hungry. “How can I find you?”I needed him again. Already. I wanted more. I wanted to hunt him down and ride him until neither of us could walk.“Alpha…”The word rumbled from his chest, low and amused, but before he could finish, ice cold water slammed onto my face.I jolted awake gasping, choking, sheets tangled around my legs, heart pounding like I’d been running for my life.My father stood over the bed, empty bucket still dripping in his hand, eyes blazing pure murder. He looked like he had been there an hour trying to bring me alive.The dream shattered.“How the hell did I get back here?” I muttered, wiping water from my eyes. Last thing I remembered was staggering out of that club, legs barely working. Lira must have dragged me home.“You’ve slept all fucking day,” Father snarled, voice shaking with rage. “And it's just hours left until your wedding bell starts jingli

~Nyra Sunlight stabbed through the curtains like a blade, forcing my eyes open. I groaned, throwing an arm across my face, body heavy and deliciously sore in places that made heat crawl up my neck. Someone had pulled the drapes. I blinked against the glare and saw him, my husband moving around the room, broad back to me, fastening a leather cuff on his wrist. Shirtless, skin inked with the Bloodfang crest, hair tousled like he’d just woken up too. I was naked. Completely, shamelessly naked under the tangled furs. Memory slammed into me, Knox’s weight pinning me to this very bed, his cock driving deep, my screams echoing off the walls while this room’s real owner slept somewhere else. I yanked the sheet up to my chin, heart racing. He turned, caught my movement, and smiled softly, almost shy. “There’s no need to cover anything from me, wife,” he said, voice gentle, walking closer. “We’re married now.” Something red stained his lips. Lipstick? No… blood? I swallowe

~Nyra I stood in front of the gilded mirror, dragging a thin line of kohl along my lower lid, sharpening my eyes, when the door burst open without ceremony. I turned slowly. She stormed in wrapped in layers of expensive silk and hurt pride, one of Knox’s wives, the youngest, the one whose eyes always followed him like a starved pup. Her cheeks were flushed, tears already threatening to spill. Before I could speak, her hand cracked across my face. The sting bloomed sharp and bright. I didn’t flinch. Only one reason a wife would dare strike the future Luna, she knew. Or suspected that I've been getting fucked by her husband. I touched my cheek lightly, tasted blood where her ring had split my skin a bit, then I smiled. “What do I owe this gracious visit?” I asked, my voice sweet like honey. She trembled, trying to hold the tears back. “I heard my husband appointed you head of the maids. Is that correct?” “Yes, ma’am,” I answered, my smile widening. The slap hadn’t even war

~NyraI walked into the council chamber late on purpose.Heads turned. Conversations died mid-sentence. The elders’ eyes narrowed, lips curling like they’d tasted something sour. I didn’t care.My armor was polished to a mirror sheen, leather hugging every curve, the Bloodfang crest over my heart catching torchlight like a warning. I could still feel Aveline’s wetness on my fingers, her broken moan echoing in my head as I moved.Knox sat at the head of the table, legs spread wide, one arm draped over the back of his chair like a king waiting for his favorite entertainment.His gaze locked on me the second I crossed the threshold.His gold eyes dragged slowly over my body, throat, breasts, hips, thighs like he was already stripping the armor off with his teeth.I felt it everywhere.Between my legs.In my nipples tightening against my armor.In the heat crawling up my neck.I didn’t blush.I smirked.I walked straight to the seat at his right, the one no Luna had ever claimed and sat w