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.

Keeping one thing in my mind. No matter how nice he showed himself but he's still a demon. A demon who wants nothing but to cage me. Cage me in the hell of his revenge... Will he be able to hold his possessive beast when a mare thought of her being with someone else burned his insides.

“You’re serious?” “I like all of them,” I admitted. “For completely different reasons.” She let out a small laugh. “Sofia… they’re not exactly the sharing type.” “Why not?” I asked honestly. She stared at me like I’d lost my mind. “You’re asking why a group of hardcore biker guys wouldn’t want to share one woman?” “Yes,” I said firmly. “Because they’re possessive,” she replied. “Very and at some point, someone’s going to want more, someone’s going to get jealous and when that happens? It won’t be pretty.”

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.

“Siren is absolutely nothing but empty, meaningless noise on the highway. She is the kind of woman who has always desperately wanted what she can never have. I do not want a rough woman who has been passed around to every single motorcycle club in this state, Tessa. I want the brave girl who walked up to my bar stool completely terrified for her life, and still had the courage to ask me to pretend to be her man—and then made me so fucking obsessed with her face that I would happily burn this entire club to the ground just to keep her safe by my side.” He didn't give me a chance to argue with his words. He leaned his head down and crashed his lips directly onto mine right there in the middle

"We stole one of theirs last week." He peeled out, gravel spitting behind them as he took to the main road. Denise had been on a motorcycle maybe two times in her life, but it had never been like this. "Hold on tight," he yelled behind him. She gripped her fingers into the leather he wore around his waist and held on for dear life. Behind her, she could hear the bikes gaining on them. Apparently though, Liam was familiar with this section of road. He turned onto a path that she hadn't even seen and proceeded to drive them across a field. Few of the other bikers made the hairpin turn and by the time they did, she and Liam were far ahead. Shots were fired. She screamed as they buzzed her head.

“It’s good to know I have no competitor because I hate sharing what belongs to me. Rightfully” I know how possessive I sound now, but I can’t care less. My mate just informed me I’m all alone in the race to win her heart, body, and soul. I lick my lips, my vision getting filled with an intense cloud of lust that rakes my entire body. Fuck! ‘I guess…’ Oh, baby sugar. You’re mine to own, dominate, and feast on to my utmost pleasure. The innate desire for this daring woman has a thrilling shiver race down to my groin and I press my thighs together, loving every feel of it.

“After this is over, I’m buying us land. Somewhere quiet. A house with a big porch where you can sit and read those smutty books you pretend you don’t like. Maybe a garage for my bikes.” I smiled. “And a dog?” “Two dogs. Big ones that’ll scare off anyone stupid enough to come looking for trouble.” “Sounds perfect.” I kissed him again. “I want that future with you, Zander. But first we finish what Dad started.” “Together,” he stated. “Together.” We climbed back on the bike and rode west into the setting sun. The fight was coming, but so was everything we’d built on the run, trust, love, and a bond no one could break.

“Go ahead, do it.” She hardened her gaze as she stared at him, trying to ignore the longing feeling that called within her, her wolf, it was trying to reach for its mate. She wondered if he could feel it too, if he could feel his wolf calling out to hers. But she could not read him at all. His gaze was hardened. “How?” He breathed, his voice cracking ever so lightly. “How is that possible? How can you be an Omega? How am I mates to an Omega”

With trembling hands, Ailee touched Lowly's shoulder, turning the boy's body so that they were facing each other. "Honey, what's wrong with you? What happened?" Lowly remained silent, his face deathly pale. His small eyes looked empty, as if they had lost their light. Ailee turned her gaze in the direction Lowly was staring. There, near the cage, she saw a small wolf standing still, its fur glistening in the moonlight. But that wasn't what made Ailee's body tremble. Next to the wolf, there was the body of a goat lying motionless.