Biker Romance Novels Novels & Stories

“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—”

Prologue Athena I can’t breathe. The weight of him presses me into the mattress, solid and scorching, and my lungs forget how to work the moment Tristan Blackwood moves inside me. Slow. Deliberate. Like he’s marking territory he’s always known belonged to him. My biker Alpha. My mistake. My ruin.

I got my victory, something I've wanted for years, but the emptiness I felt confused me—a little dilemma, a little happy. Lucious was still out there, and I had to do everything to get him. Without him, my victory wasn't complete. The bike roared down the road in a rampage. One bike at a time passed, bloody yet happy, mourning but victorious. The bikers raced while howling at the moon, a sign of victory. Rage's bike was the last, which was unusual for him. I slowed down. Clara noticed and stayed close to me, whether to show loyalty or because she didn't trust me. I couldn't put my hands on it. All I knew was that she was close enough within my range.

When he pulls away, he smiles and slides his hands over my bottom. "I had to get that out of the way before we leave. It's sexy as hell that you're a biker. I want to take all of this leather off of you and claim every inch of your body." Damn, does he have to talk like that when we can't do anything about it? Wait a minute. "How many women have you been with?" Most shifters wait for their mate, but he's a rogue. Sometimes, they have looser morals. "I haven't been with any women. I've been waiting for you." I sigh in relief.

I hope that you enjoyed the new updated story for spicing up the ranch. I have quite a few other books listed on GoodNovel if you're interested in my style of writing. Some are erotic stories such as the assistant, Swedish sugar, the alpha son needs his match, and keeping it within the family. I also have science fiction romance such as Stardust. We also have quite a few other romance styles both in the past like a timeless love. And in the present such as the dangers of dating.

Drew After the day I've had, I'm dying to sink into the wet heat of my wife. There's nothing else that helps keep me grounded like being with her. Many men who live the biker lifestyle will say there's nothing like the freedom of straddling their bike and letting the wind blow through their hair. While that's true, and it is my freedom, my wife is pulpit where I kneel and beg God for forgiveness. Fuck she is my forgiveness. Anything I've ever done wrong in my life, I've worked through buried deep inside her heat. Right now I need that forgiveness, that understanding. I need something more than what I've been getting, and I know I'm going to get it from her.

"Seriously? Can't we just wait for him out here, in the parking lot?" Krystal turned to me, her hand reaching for the visor. As she adjusted her blond hair and fluffed it out, she effortlessly pulled down her push-up bra, accentuating her cleavage in the sparkly black tank top that barely contained her assets. "What's the matter?" she asked, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Nervous about stepping into a biker bar?" "It's more than that, and you know it." The place had a notorious reputation, plagued by gangs, fights, drug dealings, and prostitution.

I snort laughing. “Thank you, I think.” “You’re inviting us now,” another woman says immediately. “I actually was going to,” I admit. “If you guys want to come.” Natalie gasps dramatically. “I’ve never been to a biker wedding.” “It’s not really a biker wedding,” I correct. “Are there tattoos?” she asks “Yes.” “Hot men with beards?” “…probably.” “Then it’s a biker wedding.” she insists The group laughs.

I thought. Here I was thinking the bar area would be somewhere I haven't seen before, only for it to be the same place I was taken to by that young biker yesterday. It still had the same smell of alcohol and weed, but it wasn't as choking as yesterday...the windows were all open. Three plus four plus two is nine. Why was I seeing only eight men? "Hey beautiful, are you here to meet someone?" One of the bikers who sighted me first asked with a cocky grin.

Amanda paused, shutting and squeezing her eyes tightly. “To what?” Charlotte asked when she flicked her eyes open. “He wants us to have sex. His words drove me up the wall and I ended up yelling at him. Also, I told him I'll quit if he tries to touch me one more time..” “Great! Do not fall for it! Bikers aren't the kind of guys you should give yourself to. Besides, he has a lot of fuckmates. Does he plan on using you as one?” Charlotte asked with wide eyes.