Possessive Biker Romance Books Novels & Stories

I tossed the phone to the other side of the bed. Everything around here already made me dread with fear. Cain Harlow. His biker club members. Their illicit occupation hidden under the unsuspecting reputation of this bar. And Greystone itself. Damian was too late to instill fear in me about this town. I already imagined how dangerous things might get if I stay here for too long. I collapsed onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. Funny. I ran from Damian believing I was escaping the devil I knew. Only to land in a town filled with secrets, dangerous men, and a biker club that clearly wasn’t as innocent as they pretended to be.

We were predator and prey, locked in a dance that was as old as the moon itself Our bodies moved in a sensual ballet, each touch and caress speaking of the passion that simmered just beneath the surface. Alex's hands slid over my curves, his fingers tracing the lines of my body with a possessive hunger that made me ache for more. I could feel the werewolf in him, the beast that longed to claim me fully, to make me his in every sense of the word.

I threatened. “I don’t mind then,” Ryder smirked mischievously. “Everyone will know you are only MINE then,” he husked as he bent down to kiss and nip my neck. Mhmm. So possessive. I like it. He would have possessed Alpha qualities for sure if he were a werewolf ! “Alright babe ! We are here,” I announced as I brought the furiously speeding bike to a gliding halt. “You did so well, baby,” Ryder praised as he got off from the bike making my cheeks tint to an embarrassing colour.

Women in tight clothes draped over bikers, music pounding from somewhere deeper in the building. A massive man with a shaved head blocked our path. Tattoos covered every inch of visible skin, and his eyes were flat and cold. "You brought her here?" His voice was gravel and rust. "The princess?" "She is under my protection, Jacks," Albert said. "Anyone touches her, they answer to me." Jacks looked me up and down like I was something he scraped off his boot. "Knox know about this?" "He will." Another biker appeared, younger, maybe late twenties with a cruel smile. "Damn, Ghost. Could not wait three more days? Had to bring your new toy home early?"

Talk then. I scowl. Douchebag. She doesn’t love him — any idiot with eyes can see that — so what exactly is there to talk about? Another message sits higher up. Older. Darker. D Stalker: You are mine💗 Stay away from the biker! My jaw tightens. The message crawls under my skin in all the wrong ways. This jerk rattles me more than her jagoff boyfriend. My pulse spikes, irritation flaring hot and possessive before I can stop it.

he ordered, under his breath. “M–Maddox…” I whispered softly, aching badly into his touch. Then his lips crashed back to mine, hard and demanding, swallowing the sound of my surrender. His hand left my waist only to roam lower, exploring, teasing, reminding me that no matter how much pain lingered in my body, my wolf’s desire for him burned hotter still. Pinned beneath him, I hated myself for the way my heart raced, for the way heat pooled low in my stomach despite knowing this wasn’t love but possession.

“You better hold me tight.” “I intend to.” She climbed on the back of his bike, arms wrapped around his waist, and he was sure she pressed her lips against his ear, but it could just be him imagining her doing all those things. “Like this.” His cock was paying close attention to how close she was, and he liked it. Damn did it feel good to have her here. “Yes.” He revved the engine and took off down the street, heading toward the bar. The instant he started to move, Chloe’s grip tightened. He wanted to bask in the moment, to close his eyes, and enjoy the feel of her arms around him, but he had to focus on the road.

The book says alpha biker secret TWINS, so we are going to actually take a look at one of the twins. The girl Luna has a lot of story tobe told she is a child with a frightening, barely-understood gift, growing into someone who has to decide what kind of person to be with it. This is her story. Some kids are afraid of the dark. Luna was afraid of feeling people.

Valentina nodded, letting him lead her to a clear space near the fire. They swayed together, her cheek against his chest, his arms secure around her. The rightness of it overwhelmed her—not the desperate clinging of a drowning woman, but the steady certainty of two people who had found their way back to each other through time and pain and growth. “I bought a bike,” she murmured against his shirt. “Nothing fancy. Old Sportster from Sandy’s brother. Needs work.” Duke pulled back slightly to see her face. “Yeah? When were you going to tell me?”

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