Possessive Biker Romance Books Novels & Stories

“A healer clinging to a man like that? Don’t insult my intelligence.” “I’m not insulting your intelligence,” I shot back, glare sharp. “You’re insulting mine by assuming something so stupid.” His brows lowered, dominance radiating off him like heat. “I assume what I see. And what I saw was you wrapped in another man’s arms.” The way he said it, possessive, displeased, territorial, sent irritation crawling under my skin. “How dare you put malice on that,” I fired back, stepping closer. “That was a comforting hug. Daniel has a problem, and he needed someone to talk to.”

And the first encounter was unforgettable. There's a bike parked in front of the mansion and I got on it. I was playing on the bike, suddenly someone pushed me off of the bike. I cried out and when I looked back, I first met Artemis. He's a twenty-four years old guy with a nastiest mind, deadly handsome face and figure and hot temper. From the beginning, he couldn't tolerate me at all. He wasn't happy that his father married my mother. But he wasn't like that toward my sister.

‘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

Love's Hollow, New York is where magic happens. Under the influence of the evil witch, This small town seems like a good place to find a solution. Werewolves and various magical creatures live here. I didn't know such a beauty existed. Until two werewolves caught my eye at a local bar.These Alphas are muscular and dominant. But they are also territorial and possessive. And everyone wants to be their soulmate.

He’s right, I’m absolutely mortified. The way he stands between me and them is a protective move, but surely he knows they would never hurt me. “We were only reading.” Ryder holds up his book, one with a particularly muscular, bearded man on the front. I bought that book because the cover reminded me of Phoenix. "Mine is definitely the best so far." Ranger holds up his. I instantly recognise it as one of the more explicit ones. It has bondage, doctor role pay, and lots of edging, which for some reason really appeals to me, even though it sounds like torture of the best kind.

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SETH'S POV; ★ The fight was over, and it's all thanks to a quick skill that I had learned and mastered from Asante, had it not been because of that, I would have been torn mercilessly by these rogues. Now the next step would be for me to head back to BlackBerry pack and finds a suitable manner to make her my Mate. ** After one day of walking through the thick forest, I sighted the place I have been looking for. The castle was tall and possessed a great magnificent view.

Now that was the Ty I knew and loved. "We still haven't seen him yet but if you tracked him here and that book ties in then there are only so many places around here he could be hiding out. We'll get to the bottom of it. Just one more player, he should be here..." Just then Chaz opened up the gate and a whole fucking crew of bikers came riding in. The leader dismounted off his custom made top of the line ride with his wife's name emblazoned on the side and headed for us. One smooth motherfucker this one, and the shades just tipped that shit over the edge.

RHEA “Who’s Wendy Osborne?” I don’t know what I expect to see on Damien’s face, but it’s not this—his jaw locking tight, hand dragging roughly through his long hair like he’s one second from snapping. “Is she what this is about?” he mutters, voice low and edged. “Fuck, Dot… Come here.” I tense. “Damien—” He reaches back, one strong arm wrapping around my waist. Not rough. Just firm. Unquestionable. He shifts his hips, rolls the bike slightly under us, and guides me forward until I’m no longer behind him.

‘Grand Don Romero Marconi. She told him now and heard the intake of breath from the other Bikers and then gasped as he circled her and scooped her onto the bike in front of him all she could do was cling on to him as the bike sped off. Juliette couldn’t see anything his arm around her waist was so tight she could barely move, it pinned her to his chest as the bikers headed back to their camp. It was difficult to breathe pressed against all that hard muscle and she wriggled trying to push away from him, ‘Stai zitto o ci ucciderai entrambi.’ [Keep still or you will kill us both.]