Pack Princess (Paranormal Shapeshifer BBW Romance): (Devil Riders MC) Read Online Free
Author: Milly Taiden, Mina Carter
the hall and pushed it open. The door swung in with a soft swoosh. The heat from his body enveloped her in a cloud of need. He was so close, and all she could think of was getting him naked as soon as possible. A knot formed in the back of her throat.
Stepping over that threshold meant she wouldn’t back out now. Not that she could. But this was real. Her brand-new hopes for a night of wild sex were about to come true. Tomorrow, she’d deal with Chip and her father.
She had to curl her fingers into her palms so she wouldn’t fling herself at the big sexy biker at her back like some desperate nympho.
For a moment, there was silence behind her. He was either building anticipation or waiting to see if she’d back out. She paused to check out the room ahead. Silently, she took a handful of steps and stopped at the center of the room, still not facing the door.
Though she wanted to turn, face him, run over and rub her face on his chest, she chose to continue examining his quarters. There wasn’t a speck of dust anywhere. The dresser had nothing on it. Not a single decorative accent. Not even a photo. The question on whether or not he had family slipped by her mind, and she quickly dismissed it. Too personal. And it was…clean. She frowned. It was really clean. Cleaner than her room. Hell, probably cleaner than her entire house. And they had maids.
“The guy downstairs, he called you Prez. Is that your name? I mean, is that what you prefer to be called?”
“Nope. It’s more a title. Most call me Razor.” His voice sounded from the doorway, and her imagination filled in him leaning there, his arms crossed over that sexy, broad chest. He didn’t elaborate further.
The double-bed took up most of the room, covered in pristine blue sheets without as much as a wrinkle. If she didn’t know better, she’d swear he ironed the sheets. What kind of biker did that? She eyed the bed. It was big and nice.
How many women he’d taken to that bed? A slight throbbing took hold of her chest and grew wings. What the fuck was wrong with her? She wanted this. Him. The last thing she needed was to start getting attached to the man. Asking questions she might not like the answers to. At any other time, she would have loved to see how long a relationship with him would’ve lasted. Things weren’t that simple any more. Her life was no longer hers.
“This room is nice. Really…clean.”
“Seems to surprise you.”
“Most men aren’t known for being tidy.”
Scuffling sounded from the door, then the sounds morphed into footsteps, and he finally entered the room. A swoosh was the only indicator he’d shut the door, the lock softly clicking into place. She was alone with him. In his bedroom.
Harsh breaths pounded in her chest. Excitement buzzed in her veins in a drugging high.
Her mind begged her to turn. When she did, she wasn’t disappointed. She’d never wanted to knock a man out and drag his ass home to tie him to her bed as badly as she did at that moment. It was laughable. He was easily twice her size. Even with her curves, he had a lot of muscles and height on her. Damn, but she would so enjoy licking him from head to toe. She’d probably never grow bored.
Worn, black leather covered his legs. The pants weren’t tight, but she could see he was hard. Big and hard. All for her. A slow sizzle floated over her skin. Her muscles ached from squeezing her thighs together. Tearing her gaze from his cock, she glanced up to his vest—also leather, but not the pretty kind Chip would wear. Not the latest brand with a designer label stitched to the cuff. This was rugged, filled with patches that must mean something in his group.
Her gaze rose to his face. He was nothing like Chip. His hair was long around his shoulders, and he had a look so deep she swore he was peeking into her soul. Chip wouldn’t let his hair grow more than his usual three point five inches before he got a haircut. Definitely not like Chip. Then there
Stepping over that threshold meant she wouldn’t back out now. Not that she could. But this was real. Her brand-new hopes for a night of wild sex were about to come true. Tomorrow, she’d deal with Chip and her father.
She had to curl her fingers into her palms so she wouldn’t fling herself at the big sexy biker at her back like some desperate nympho.
For a moment, there was silence behind her. He was either building anticipation or waiting to see if she’d back out. She paused to check out the room ahead. Silently, she took a handful of steps and stopped at the center of the room, still not facing the door.
Though she wanted to turn, face him, run over and rub her face on his chest, she chose to continue examining his quarters. There wasn’t a speck of dust anywhere. The dresser had nothing on it. Not a single decorative accent. Not even a photo. The question on whether or not he had family slipped by her mind, and she quickly dismissed it. Too personal. And it was…clean. She frowned. It was really clean. Cleaner than her room. Hell, probably cleaner than her entire house. And they had maids.
“The guy downstairs, he called you Prez. Is that your name? I mean, is that what you prefer to be called?”
“Nope. It’s more a title. Most call me Razor.” His voice sounded from the doorway, and her imagination filled in him leaning there, his arms crossed over that sexy, broad chest. He didn’t elaborate further.
The double-bed took up most of the room, covered in pristine blue sheets without as much as a wrinkle. If she didn’t know better, she’d swear he ironed the sheets. What kind of biker did that? She eyed the bed. It was big and nice.
How many women he’d taken to that bed? A slight throbbing took hold of her chest and grew wings. What the fuck was wrong with her? She wanted this. Him. The last thing she needed was to start getting attached to the man. Asking questions she might not like the answers to. At any other time, she would have loved to see how long a relationship with him would’ve lasted. Things weren’t that simple any more. Her life was no longer hers.
“This room is nice. Really…clean.”
“Seems to surprise you.”
“Most men aren’t known for being tidy.”
Scuffling sounded from the door, then the sounds morphed into footsteps, and he finally entered the room. A swoosh was the only indicator he’d shut the door, the lock softly clicking into place. She was alone with him. In his bedroom.
Harsh breaths pounded in her chest. Excitement buzzed in her veins in a drugging high.
Her mind begged her to turn. When she did, she wasn’t disappointed. She’d never wanted to knock a man out and drag his ass home to tie him to her bed as badly as she did at that moment. It was laughable. He was easily twice her size. Even with her curves, he had a lot of muscles and height on her. Damn, but she would so enjoy licking him from head to toe. She’d probably never grow bored.
Worn, black leather covered his legs. The pants weren’t tight, but she could see he was hard. Big and hard. All for her. A slow sizzle floated over her skin. Her muscles ached from squeezing her thighs together. Tearing her gaze from his cock, she glanced up to his vest—also leather, but not the pretty kind Chip would wear. Not the latest brand with a designer label stitched to the cuff. This was rugged, filled with patches that must mean something in his group.
Her gaze rose to his face. He was nothing like Chip. His hair was long around his shoulders, and he had a look so deep she swore he was peeking into her soul. Chip wouldn’t let his hair grow more than his usual three point five inches before he got a haircut. Definitely not like Chip. Then there
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