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“As much as I enjoy watching you all roll around in the dirt, I have something important to announce.” “Here we go,” Kara muttered. “The annual Biker Pack Tournament,” Felix continued, pausing for effect, “is officially around the corner.” A wave of excitement rolled through the field. Warriors began murmuring, some cheering outright. Even a few of the older fighters exchanged eager grins. Felix’s smirk widened. “I take it some of you still remember how it works?” “Do we look dead to you?” someone yelled from the back. He ignored the comment, continuing, “All packs from the region will be joining this year. Four in total. That means more competition, more glory—”

He merely shot forward. The two bikers were close, neck-to-neck. “Come on, go Max!” the Outlaws cheered their leader. “Go Aston!” the Ryders cheered their leader. Giselle shouted calls of support for Max while Lexi wanted Aston to win. When they came past us again, Lexi had her boobs open. “Yayyy Aston!” I shook my head at her. Dumb bitch! Max spun his bike to throw dirt in Aston’s face. It slowed him down just enough for Max to take the leader around the corner.

The bike sped off, and the thrill was what I enjoyed most. One of the best feelings of racing with the most famous Biker in the whole city. Vladimir drove, neither of us saying a word, but his smell intoxicated my every sense, and I had to struggle not to sniff his neck. Even his clothes reeked of his scent and my senses couldn't ignore it. The bond pulled me closer to him and I gritted my teeth with anger. It's not something I have a hundred per cent control over, but I am glad he didn't mark me as other werewolves would do as soon as they discover their mate.

Chapter 12 Axel After the first time we made love, yeah, I know, scary Biker “making love” with his girl, we fucked another three times before we passed out through sheer exhaustion. We did the whole soft and gentle thing because it was her first proper time. I have never in my life made love to a woman before. I always fuck. This time was different though. I had felt this connection between us since we first met at the bar. I think she could feel it too, but she was with him. All week I kept thinking about her. And then when she walked out of the room last night, I felt all the air leave my body. I have never seen anything or anyone so fucking beautiful. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. And

It shows me that maybe this biker who makes me feel things I thought I would never feel again could have a deeper interest in me besides the ride he wishes to take my body on. I am woman enough to admit that I get a sick satisfaction out of it. A woman can always dream right? Maybe, DJ is right, after all, maybe I can charm the biker with my sexual moves. If there is one thing, I'm sure of, it's that I'm great in bed. Which brings the reason as to why I had such a hard time when Landon screwed me over. At least with River, I'll know exactly what I'm getting. A one night stand of hot sex with a big bad biker.

"I have a condition. Bibliomania. Medically diagnosed." "That's a real thing?" "Probably not. But it should be." She finally looked up at him. Really looked. Her eyes were dark and direct and slightly amused. "You're very tall." "I am." Axel wasn't sure what to do with that. "Do you need help with those?" "The books? I've got them." She demonstrated by immediately dropping two. "Mostly." Axel picked them up. Read the covers—both romance novels. "Good books?" "The best kind. Loud heroines, complicated men, happy endings." She took them back. "You don't read romance."

His mom drove us places. Thinking back, I know I wish it was like in the books I read where the man was a man and not a boy. Where he was maybe a little bit domineering, protective, and caring, romantic. A man who took their time to pleasure me. I mean I never even had a man go down on me or use his fingers. It was always strictly dick and their pleasure first and it was either missionary or me riding and I swore all they did was lay there and I did all the work. I haven’t even had sex doggy style. I think I only ever had two orgasms in my life. So far. Because I hope that will change. My personal history is probably why I love smutty books or romance books and movies. I can easily live vica

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"Fuck me harder, please. I don't care if you break the damn library!" Orgasms chained within her as her walls milked, his seed spilled into them. Visions from the bond showed Ragnar's old pack, betrayed by hunters. Pain hit her, making her cry during a slow fuck on the desk. "Your loss... it hurts me too." she cried. He held her close, thrusting gentle. "Now you got me. I'm no longer alone." he paused. "Thank you." They came together soft, souls fully one. Exhausted and tangled on the floor, his head on her breast. "I will give you the protection you need." he murmured, licking a nipple. "But you're mine now. Magic or desire? it's the same thing, love."

“Sure.” After he left and closed the door behind him, I let out a long breath and flopped back onto my bed. I picked up my phone again and opened the photo of Ezekiel. My eyes traced every line of his body — the sharp cut of his abs, the way his swim trunks hung low on his hips, the confident tilt of his smile. Why does he have to be so damn dangerously sexy?