Biker Mc Romance Books Novels & Stories

Even over the music, the tension is crackling, electric, a live wire ready to snap. And my wolf; traitorous, relentless, thrashes inside me, demanding I close the distance. Demanding I taste him, even as my brain screams no. ~~ Then it happens. A hand snakes around my waist, yanking me off balance. I whip around, ready to break fingers, and come face-to-face with a drunken human biker. His breath stinks of beer and bad teeth, his grin wide and leering. “Didn’t know they let pretty little things like you hang with the dogs,” he slurs, lips grazing my ear. “How about you come play with me instead?”

As they three start making subs, I head to my office to call Alpha Hunter. It rings four times before he answers. "Alpha Hunter here," he sounds tired. "Alpha Hunter, this is Alpha Tyler Savage from Savage Pack and Biker Club. I need to speak about your beta male and his mate",he pauses so long I thought he hung up. "Yes," he sounds worried now.

The boys froze, their smirks faltering as the sound drew closer, louder, until headlights cut through the dark. I blinked against the brightness, my heart hammering. A group of bikers rolled into the street, leather and metal glinting under the moon. The roar of engines silenced only when boots hit the ground, a dozen shadows dismounting with lethal grace. The boys around me cursed, panicked, but it was too late. The bikers moved fast, too fast. Snarls filled the air, inhuman and feral, and before my terrified eyes, they tore into the boys with a violence that made me stumble back. Fists cracked against bone. Teeth bared. They weren’t just fighting—they were biting. Wolves in human skin unle

– but I said almost. - Look, guys, he wants to confront me. Everyone present laughs. - Go home, himbo. This place is not fit for your health. - Are you going to make me go? The biker is furious. He grabs the Beta's collar and prepares to punch him. - If I were you, I wouldn't do that. – they hear coming from the door. - Killer! – everyone says. - Why not Killer? This little guy thinks he can come to the MC as if it were his private restaurant.

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Luca’s POV I barely even feel the freezing mountain wind on my skin as I pull on my leather riding gear and start up my engine. My brothers and I ride identical custom choppers. We all pilot massive, midnight-black bikes with bright blue neon lights glowing under the frame—a super rare combination on the streets. I know our queen is going to take a while to get her bike up to speed. She is completely new to this high-tech biker world. I just hope the heavy clutch isn't too painful for her hands to hold. She has a real bounce in her step as she walks her bike out from behind the tree to meet us at the starting line. I completely admire her sandy bike and those dark eyes I know so well.

Sometimes I wondered if she was just playing dumb or she really didn't know he was crushing on her hard. Unless she was blind that is. I knew I was crossing a line still I shook my head, reaching back into the cross necklace for another cigarette since the first one was destroyed only to curse under my breath. Fucking hell. One cigarette. That was all I’d managed to sneak. I threw my head back. “Fucking shit.” Now I needed another distraction to get my mind off this unpleasant sight so bad. A girl in a tiny bikini snuck up behind me, sliding her hands down my bare shoulders, massaging slowly. I groaned low in my throat. When I turned, it was Jessica.

“Can I get you another drink?” Shaking my head, I answered her smile with one of my own. “No, I’m fine. I’m actually waiting for someone, and he’s running a little late. I was wondering if …..” The blonde’s smile cracked. Her eyes darted around at the milling people that stood laughing and joking in groups around the bar. “Don’t tell me, you hooked up with a biker last night and was hoping to run into him again tonight.” She sighed heavily. “Look, honey, I don’t want to burst your bubble but these guys.” She gave a nod that seemed to encompass the whole room. “They don’t do relationships. They don’t come back for seconds. Do yourself a favour and move on. No good has ever come from chasing a

His arm wraps around me, and his hand settles on my hip as he guides me towards a building. Cursed Kings MC is written above it. "King, you said we are getting me checked?" Why the hell are we here? I feel myself panicking as he pushes the door open, and we step inside. The place is loud, and I thought the last place had a lot of bikers. I was wrong. This place does. "Doc," King shouts and waves someone over. Everyone turns and watches us. I shouldn't be here. "Ya, good King?" The guy looks at us.

In total, they were the word Perfect itself. Amanda could recognize the one in the middle as one of the famous bikers in college from their motorcycle club– Wild Hogs Motorcycle club. He often drives around town with his team and she couldn’t deny the fact that she feels an unexplainable pull whenever she’s around him. She knew in her heart that she was crushing on him, even though she would constantly say otherwise.