Biker Romance Books Novels & Stories

Then his fingers pushed in, thick and lubed with spit, stretching me open. 'Tight little ass,' he'd say, chuckling low as he worked me. In reality, my free hand reached back, mimicking him, one finger circling my entrance before sliding inside. It burned a little, but the pleasure shot straight to my cock. I jerked harder now, my palm slick with pre-cum, the wet sounds filling the room. My heart pounded, sweat beading on my chest, every nerve alive with want. He was everything I craved—dominant, masculine, that biker edge making it all feel dangerous and real.

I turned the key, and the machine rumbled to life, already filling me with adrenaline. The vibration under me calmed down some of the chaos in my head, especially Liliana's lips. "Try not to crash thinking about your little distraction," Landen shouted over the roar of his own bike. "Shut up!" I yelled, revving mine harder. We zoomed out of the pack house, leaving dust particles flying in the air in our wake, and through the street, straight into the woods. The southern border wasn't far, but the ride was enough to remind me who I was-an Alpha, a Ravager, not some love-drunk fool.

My gaze scanned his bike, and I saw that it had a realistic drawing of a silver-furred wolf with sharp golden eyes designed on the bike, along with a long line of smoky red flames drawn across the body of the bike. The biker was clad in a black leather jacket and putting on a sleek black helmet that looked different from the others. He gave off a different aura. A leader's aura I found myself being drawn to as I felt tingles between my legs. "Oh, my fucking goodness! Aleric Dolce came to college today?!" The girls squealed louder in whispers, blushing and barely controlling their excitement as they rushed forward to have a better view of the bikers.

My emotional state must have been written all over my face, because instead of dragging me back to the clubhouse, he sighed and took a step closer. "Come on," he said, softer this time. "Get on." Without another word, I climbed onto the back of his bike, wrapping my arms around his solid frame. We rode in silence, the cool night air whipping past us. He didn't head back towards the clubhouse. Instead, he took a different route, one that led us to a small, nondescript motel on the outskirts of town. We pulled up to the motel, and Death shut off the engine. He helped me off the bike, his grip firm but gentle. I followed him inside, the dim lights and musty smell of the place a stark contrast t

Was that she would never find peace behind those bars. I was still lost in my own little world when a peck from Ryder brought me back to my senses. His lips felt electric on my skin. I just knew it… I wanted more of him. My hot biker boyfriend. I smiled, taking him in. His well carved face, a well built and hot body, abs in good shape they almost protruded from his shirt. Everything about him was just… perfect. Ryder was my type of guy. His eyes? Just breathtaking… He was the one.

Her finger slipped lower and slid effortlessly between the folds of the outer lips while her thumb flicked lightly across the eager clitoris. ‘You're wet,’ Celine murmured in that resonant voice, her face pressed in Karen’s neck, lips moving against her soft flesh. ‘It’s almost as if you’d had sex recently. Have you?’ ‘Yes. On the way here,’ Karen confessed, while hose artful finger continued to rouse her bud. He’s a biker called Spike.’ ‘Spike? He’s a good lay, isn’t he?’ ‘You know him?’ Karen no longer cared who had screwed who, when or how. All she wanted was for that smooth, perfectly timed caressing of her love-bud to continue till she erupted.

IF YOU HAVEN'T READ CARTER BROTHERS SERIES, here's the list: (these are on Dreáme Àpp) Maddox and Bree: Saved By The Devil Dom and Kiara: Hating My Baby's Father Brandon and Elle: Obsessed with My Future Husband Alex and Scar: Scarred Knîght. Check them out, you'll like them if you love your heroes damaged and dark, and finally getting their happily ever after that they deserve. These books are dark romance and are for matured readers, check TW. You might hate them but you'll end up loving them. Thankyou once again. Until the next time! ♡

And now, in a cruel twist of fate, I was shackled to the very monster who’d spent those ten years dreaming of my death. Matteo Cruz Valentino. The Biker Alpha. El Lobo. My mate. I clenched my jaw as the memory of that kiss burned behind my eyes. It had been fire and ice, chaos and control. He didn’t kiss me like someone fulfilling a bond. He kissed me like someone trying to punish me—with tongue, teeth, and fury. I could still feel his hands in my hair. Still taste the bitterness of his hate. And now I was supposed to what? Stand next to him while he pretended to claim me in some twisted mating ceremony?

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.

I need to be faster and careful because this didn't look like a joke. The rider pulled closer, his presence pressing in on me like he was forcing a hand around my throat. I knew that energy. I needed no one to tell me who owned that darkness. It would be no one but my crazy ex-husband Dante. He cut in hard, too close, his bike slamming into mine. Metal screamed as sparks exploded between us. My bike jerked violently, tires skidding as I fought to keep control. I cussed under my breath. He was smiling under that helmet. I could feel it. He was crazy already anyway, and dealing with me was one of what made him so happy.