Biker Romance Novels Novels & Stories

‘Mervon loved her like a mother, well, maybe an older sister. She thought with a wry grin, the truth of the matter was she saw Mervon as the daughter she would never have because she loved Xavier with all her heart and soul, but he had never looked at her in that way. Loretta had been forced to watch him take woman after woman to his bed, listening as he gave them the pleasure she longed for. Lying in her lonely bed and pleasuring herself dreaming of the day it was his hands, his fingers, his hard cock ramming into her. It had never happened, he saw her only as a friend, someone useful to him because of her ‘female’ skills, especially with his daughter. Her devotion to him never wavered, and

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?”

“Hold on.” I barely heard him because the motorcycle roared to life at the exact same moment. The bike jerked forward suddenly and a soft gasp escaped me as I nearly lost balance completely. Instinctively, my arms wrapped tightly around Leonardo’s waist while my body pressed against his hard, rigid back. The scent of cedarwood and musk surrounded me instantly again, stronger this time beneath the cool evening air. Beneath my arms, I could feel the hard planes of his stomach and chest even through the thin fabric of his shirt.

"I need to get out of here. They’re going to catch me." He looked at my dress, then at the cars speeding toward us. He let out a low whistle. "A runaway bride. That’s a new one." "Take me with you. Please. I’ll do whatever you want." The guy, his name tag said AXEL, looked me up and down. A slow, dangerous grin spread across his face. "Whatever I want? That’s a big promise, " "Just drive!" He didn't ask twice. He kicked the bike into gear. "Hold on tight."

I pressed on. “Last two weeks.” “RIVER!!” “WHAT!” she yelled back “You do know he is not just any ordinary wolf right? He is the leader of the biker gang in this fucking city. Why would you play so close to fire?” I was genuinely scared for her. “Maybe I love the flame.” “No, you don't. You are hurting from what Ryker did to you.” “Im not.” I leaned forward, gripping the edge of the couch like my hands could stop her from slipping further into this madness. “River, listen to me, this isn’t some casual rebound fling. This is dangerous.”

Jackson said, glaring at our hands this time. She pulled away, much to my dissatisfaction, but I refused to let that deter me. “I'll head out now with him,” Jackson told her, and she nodded, before she looked to the side, behind me. “You're a biker,” she said. I followed her line of sight to the bike just outside the small gate, and I nodded. “Yes, I am. Professional biker of the village. Like bikers?” I asked, rubbing the back of head. Wouldn't be a strange thing to not like bikers, but I knew I would be hurt if she did not. She shrugged but said nothing. I was about to speak when Jackson spoke. “C'mon man, let's move,” he said, tapping me on my shoulder.

She could hear Jax’s roar, the thunder of his pistol firing back, the shouts of men as chaos exploded around them. Time fractured. One second, the world was a roar of violence. The next, it was silence again. When she dared to lift her head, Jax stood at the center of the alley, chest heaving, gun raised. Several bodies lay on the ground. The rest of the bikers had peeled away, engines fading into the distance. He turned to her. “You okay?” She nodded shakily, though she wasn’t sure it was true. He reached down, hauling her up with one arm around her waist. “Come on. We’re moving before more show.”

Jackson, “Ink” Thompson, a tattoo artist, and rugged biker with a hidden desire, finds himself irresistibly drawn to Elliot, his charismatic Latino photographer. “I’m so hard for YOU.” Ink confesses his longing after a shared joint, and Elliot meets his confession with a hunger that matches his own. Their lips meet in a tender, hungry kiss, igniting a passion that burns brighter than the winter night. #TattooArtistRomance #BikerLove #HiddenDesires #InterracialRomance #PassionateEncounter #LGBTQRomance #WinterPassion #TenderKiss #IrresistibleAttraction #SharedDesire

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.

I asked before biting into my food. "The biker bar owned by the Alpha." He said. "You mean where y'all deliberate on your next kill?" Max chuckled. I had not been expecting that reaction. "No, that's where we take requests," he chuckled, winking at me. "Really?" "No. Of course not. It's just a bar that doubles as a biker's bar. That's it. I'd take you there, but I'm not sure how the Alpha would feel." "Thanks for reminding me that I'm a prisoner. Because prisoners get gourmet meals and charming jailers," I said, picking at my food even though my appetite had started to sour.