Novel & Cerita Sexy Bikers

And his voice— His voice promised war. "Two days, and you'll see exactly how much those rules have changed." He turned. Sharp. Aggressive. And his wolves fell in behind him. The Beta hesitated. Just for a second. Like he was going to argue. But Shianne revved her bike. Loud. Pointed. And he moved. The bikers formed a loose escort. Not touching. Not threatening. But there. A wall of leather and chrome and barely-contained violence that made it very clear—

He coughed, massaging his throat as I sat back, adjusting my tie and smoothing the front of my jacket as though nothing had happened. “Valentina is safe with me,” I said coolly. “She doesn’t need your protection.” Marco gave a rough laugh that ended in another cough. “No wonder Rico likes you. You and him, you’ve got the same little habits. The same temper.” I ignored the jab. “The bikers. They’re moving again. Look what they pulled in Jersey and New York. They won’t stop there. We’ll have to keep a closer eye.” “I’m already doing that,” he muttered, straightening in his seat. “It’s not easy establishing contacts. They don’t exactly welcome outsiders.”

My cock hardens as she sucks me down her throat. "That is right choke on my cock",I ordered and she moaned around me. "Prez line two",I grunt as I answer. "Sebastian I got new product be by later to show you",Spencer our drug and gun man says before hanging up. Yes we dealt gun, drugs, sex and fights to make money. Was our fathers proud? Yes and no but when I was handed the alpha position I already loved the biker lifestyle so I created my club and we are the richest and most powerful biker club in the United States. Savage is a close second. Lisa sucks my cock and fondled my balls making me groan. I began thrusting in her mouth and feel my cock tingle. I was about to cum down her throat.

Huh, were we going on bikes? They're row after row of gleaming metal, the engines rumbling low. The scent of fuel and leather mixed in the air, intoxicating and deadly. My pulse quickened. Of course. I had forgotten, this family, these Alphas… they weren’t just wolves. They were bikers. Dangerous, untouchable, feared. One by one, everyone climbed onto their bikes, their movements easy with practiced confidence. Everyone but me. I stood awkwardly at the edge, my arms crossed tightly as I tried to mask the rising panic in my chest.

It seems he knew all of it was a made up story. “And this biker, what's his name?” he asked, eyes still locked on his notepad. “Mordred Sinclair,” I replied, letting the hate drip into every syllable. “He’s got a crew. Black Vipers or some biker gang bullshit. Check the cameras outside. You’ll see.”

Someone who would love me as I was and save me from my sufferings. Days passed since that incident and my wounds healed faster than normal. I ignored it, however, making sure I didn't cross paths with Melissa again, no matter what. I never set my eyes on Brian since that day either, and I knew it was because he was busy with the race that occurred between our pack and the nearest wolf pack, Moonmist pack. I always wanted to know what it would be like to be a female biker but I knew it was impossible. Only alphas were allowed to be bikers. A mere wolfless omega like me would be killed before I even made it there.

the commentator said. The crowd turned silent, all eyes on the two bikers on the screen, ignoring those who stopped halfway and others who were barely catching up to them. Dexter overtook Rider K half a mile in and the crowd roared in screams, but before they could relax, Rider K was close to the finish line, Dexter a few paces behind him. I was focused on watching Rider K. My eyes moved from his well tinted helmet to the gloves on his hand as he rolled the throttle of his bike. His movement was steady, precise and relaxed, like he knew he had this in the bag.

“But that’s the point. Let them see how far we’ve come. Let ‘em choke on it.” I chuckled. “You always did love the sound of chaos.” “Only when we’re winning.” Later that night, Tessa came into the garage, holding up her phone with a mischievous grin. “So, what do bikers wear to award shows?” “Leather and attitude.” She rolled her eyes. “That’s your answer for everything. No, seriously, Ryder. If we’re going, we’re doing it right.” And just like that, she dragged me into a world I didn’t belong to — designer stores, tailored jackets, mirrors with too much light.

My purse which I am holding carelessly falls off and I don't notice or hear my phone ringing. I stagger backwards as the bike approaches me but then I realise it isn't only one but others surround me too. They all stop and I'm caught in their middle. I don't recognise any of the bikers but they really seemed creepy. They all get off their bikes and move closer to me, a smirk tugging at their lips. "Finally, we found a lone wolf to satisfy our urge tonight." The tall one says and I'm left speechless. My brows widen in fear as I inhale their scent. They're not wolves but rouges!

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.