All Chapters of Claimed By The Biker King: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

SableMarcus coughed hard enough that tea nearly came out his nose.I burst into laughter instantly.He pointed at me accusingly while still trying to breathe. “Jesus Christ, woman.”“What?” I asked innocently, even though my entire face was hot.“You can’t just say shit like that so casually.”“I was clarifying.”“You were being violently direct.”That only made me laugh harder.Marcus finally recovered enough to glare at me over the rim of his mug. “And why is it impossible to get you to talk dirty during sex, but you can sit here fully clothed and blurt out something like ‘you’d gladly choke on his cock’ without hesitation?”I shrugged helplessly. “I don’t know. Maybe because I’m not vulnerable right now. And I didn’t say that.”The answer landed heavier than I intended.Marcus’s expression softened instantly.“Okay,” he said quietly. “Fair. And yeah I took some creative liberties.”The fire crackled softly between us while silence settled for a moment. My tea warmed my hands, and

SableI winked at Marcus the second Jarek turned his head toward the noise near the pool tables.It was subtle.Tiny.But Marcus immediately looked like a man realizing he’d accidentally handed a loaded weapon to a menace.Oh yeah.I was absolutely going to test the waters between these two.Carefully.Probably.Jarek turned back toward us, still distracted enough by whatever had happened across the clubhouse that I managed to school my expression before he noticed anything suspicious.“So?” he asked, looking at me again. “You gonna think about it?”I picked up a piece of bacon casually. “Okay. I’ll think about it.”Marcus looked entirely too relieved by that answer.Then he glanced at Jarek. “So what pulled you out of bed anyway?”Jarek leaned back against the booth with one arm stretched behind me possessively.“Viper spotting.”That immediately got my attention.“What?”“One of the prospects thought they saw a couple Vipers near the east side of town.” His jaw tightened slightly. “B

MarcusThe garage settled back into a comfortable rhythm after that.Metal clinked softly beneath my hands while I worked. The smell of oil and warm steel hung thick in the air, mixing with the faint scent of Sable’s shampoo every time the heater kicked on and pushed warm air through the space. Across the garage she lay stretched out on the couch with Hannah’s book propped open against her thighs, pretending to read while very obviously getting more distracted by the page with every passing minute.I noticed everything about her now. The way her legs kept pressing together. The little bites she kept taking out of her bottom lip. The increasingly restless shifting against the cushions.I let it go on longer than necessary just because I enjoyed watching her slowly work herself up without realizing how obvious she was being.Eventually a soft little sound escaped her. Not quite a laugh. Not quite a moan either.I finally set the wrench down and wiped my hands on a rag before making my w

Sable“There she is,” Marcus laughed, low and delighted, as Jarek dragged me out from under the desk by my ankle.I yelped, scrambling to get away across the hardwood, but Jarek’s arm locked around my waist and hauled me back against his chest like I was nothing. My heart hammered so hard I could feel it in my throat.“Absolutely not,” Jarek growled against my ear, his grip iron-tight. “You’re not going anywhere, baby girl.”I twisted anyway, half-laughing, half-panicking, legs kicking as I tried to break free. Marcus crouched in front of me, eyes dark with amusement and hunger, and caught my wrists before I could push him away.“You know what happens when we catch you, right?” he murmured, voice rough.I crossed my legs tight, thighs pressed together like a shield, even as heat flooded between them. “You said five minutes—”Marcus’s grin turned wicked. “You had five minutes. You wasted them hiding like a scared little rabbit.”Jarek’s hand slid down my stomach, fingers hooking into t

SableBy Friday afternoon, the clubhouse barely resembled itself anymore.Tables had been dragged into position across the lower level. Extra lighting had been wired up over the tournament tables. Cases of beer lined one wall while stacks of pizza boxes and paper goods crowded the kitchen counters. Music echoed through the building alongside shouting, laughter, and the constant scrape of boots against hardwood.The whole place buzzed with anticipation.And underneath it all—tension.Nobody said it outright, but I could feel it now. Like static sitting beneath everyone’s skin.The Vipers had been seen twice this week already. Never close enough to start something. Just close enough to remind everyone they were still out there.Watching.Waiting.“You missed a spot.”I looked up from the table I’d been wiping down to find Marcus standing beside me with his arms crossed and a smug grin tugging at his mouth.I narrowed my eyes. “You’re so full of shit.”His grin widened. “Little bit.”I