Sexy Bikers Novels & Stories

Macie argues. "Honey, I think there's more going on here. None of this feels right. You know I've been around bikers my whole life. They don't act like this. But I tell you who do act like this. Club whores, who are jealous bitches!" Kenzie explains. "Ok. Will you go with me?" Macie asks as a little hope enters her mind. "Just try and keep me from going!" Kenzie replies before hugging her tight. "Now shower and dress and let's go knock some sense in this man."

she asked as she looked to Nat, Margo and I. We all nodded and chuckled. "We, my dear bikers, are the Rebels. Maybe you've heard of us?" Sunny announced. For a split second there was complete silence. I watched as the color drained from the MC men's faces especially Bear and Viper. I was surprised that the two of them had been so quiet so far but I had a feeling that was about to change.

I knew the lifestyle they had, I loved it also furthermore I have actually dated bikers before and I think I can say, I understood the rules of it. Something about these particular bikers was very different though, It wasn’t just a bunch of dumb kids having fun rather It was something much more than that especially because the sex was mind-blowing and the time I spent with them all outside of the bedroom had great weight and I trusted them with some pretty intimate details of my life also including the good, bad, and ugly then most importantly, I have shared my dreams with them and they had done nothing but support me. I guess part of me felt like I’d earned a little more trust than they wer

I snapped looking around just then a gang of bikers approached all dressed in black leather jackets and black jeans. Is that my clue? I heaved a sigh of relief- "Brenda!!! Get back here!" Mama's voice boomed from behind me and I took off instantly, The bikers had their helmets on and I waved for them to stop. "Stop! Wait!" I yelled and the one in the center stopped. "Why the fuck did you take so long?!" I smacked his shoulder and mounted the bike wrapping my arms around his waist, his body was as hard as a rock packed with muscles and I wondered where Vidia got him from.

I wasn't sure who it was but somebody around here knew a biker club and next thing we knew these scary men and women were riding on motorcycles and taking residence in our town. They wore sleeveless jackets with lots of different color patches in the front and a logo on the back that was meant to scare everybody and called themselves The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club.

The bikers each took a step back as they sensed the threat drawing near. Scarface gulped audibly but still tried to appear brave. “You think you can intimidate me?” he asked with a shaky voice. I bared my teeth. “I don’t think. I know.” The air around us grew hard, and then before I could utter another word, one of the bikers launched himself at me. But I was faster, catching his upraised arm and flipping him onto his stomach with a twist before slamming his front half against the truck. The others were charging forward when Lysander was suddenly there, moving with the deadly speed of a well-schooled warrior.

The men at the pool table laugh loudly, along with a few people sitting in booths by the other wall. I lean over the table with a smile I can't hide, "Sebastian, this is so exciting!" I whisper. "Um...what?" "The bikers! I've never seen bikers up close like this before," I sit back down and stare at the dangerous men. "This is so amazing! They're all so tall and dirty!" "Leslie, are you serious? You shouldn't be fascinated by a bunch of bikers," Sebastian says, judging me with his eyes.

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.

He howls in agony. I bite down harder. I taste his blood. It is so sweet. It is so delicious. I close my eyes. I feel his blood run down my jaws and onto my chest. I am so hungry for it. I want to drink every last taste. To consume him completely. The other bikers are shouting. I can hear the revving of their motorcycles. I hear the roar of their bikes as they jump back on them and speed away. I let go off the man's leg.

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.