Possessive Biker Romance Books Novels & Stories

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.

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 quickly started walking away. Suddenly, a bike zoomed past me, way too close, making me jump. The bike stopped right in front of me, blocking my path. I shuddered. I didn't know the guy. What was clear was he wasn't a Black Hell member. His jacket clearly said "Fallen Bike." A skull image made it even more terrifying. The biker came closer to me. He was tall, muscular, with a wild stare. He smiled, sticking out his tongue like I was a tasty snack. "Who are you, Sweetheart?" The guy immediately asked me. "I've never seen you in this small town?"

Damien growled at the sight of what he was doing to his boss, he hated to admit it but having him curled in a ball, taking his brick…. He growled, pushing faster. “I can't get enough of you” Ryan's eyes remained heavy but his lips spread in a wild smile while some hair hugged his forehead. “Look at you, insatiable I guess” he hissed out, his neck falling forward. Damien's body rippled with musles and he groaned out, raw and dark. A clap of thunder echoed, lightening striking just a few seconds after, illuminating his face further. “You belong here” he groaned, swallowing quickly.

She considered herself extremely fortunate to have the opportunity to talk to him. Miss Admirer: Hey, Hottie Biker! My Hottie Biker: Hi, Miss Admirer. He replied to her with a smiley emoji. Miss Admirer: Today, I saw you going in the car with a girl. My Hottie Biker: You saw me! Seriously, you're my real stalker. She chuckled. Miss Admirer: Where is your bike today? My Hottie biker: You found me travelling by car today because I don't like it if anybody sits on my bike.

Crowe, entry thirty one, matte black bike* I went and pulled everything. The surface layer was straightforward. Jaxen Crowe, twenty eight. Director and founder of the Moon Biker's Club, established four years ago as a regional outfit and expanded within eighteen months into something that made the industry pay attention. Clean record, no charges, no civil suits, nothing that would raise a flag on a standard background check. Tax filings current. Business registration clean. The kind of paper trail that belonged to someone who either had very good lawyers or was genuinely careful about how he operated.

The rival MC. “Hell of a welcoming party,” Jax muttered, pulling Sienna behind him. One of the bikers swung off his ride, stepping forward. He was massive, bald, with a snake tattoo curling up his neck. He grinned, all teeth. “Evenin’, Maddox. Brought us a little present, I see.” His gaze slid to Sienna like a knife. Sienna’s pulse hammered. “Jax—” “Shut up,” Jax growled, low and protective.

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.

I exhaled slowly, when his finger touch my cheek. “Can you take me home?” “I don’t know where your house is,” he replied. “Maybe you can give me an address… or I can take you on my bike.” My eyes widened instantly. “You have a bike?” He smirked slightly. “It’s right this way.” He led me to where an elegant, nightshade, black bike was packed. His bike was a damn beauty, and from looking at it, I could tell it cost quite a pinch. “It’s beautiful,” I said, smiling brightly as I ran my finger over the machine.

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