ROMANCE: MC BIKER ROMANCE: Bad Boy Biker's Baby (Bad Boy Alpha Male Motorcycle Club Romance) (Contemporary MC Biker Pregnancy Romance)

by Tia Siren

  Everything became a bit hazy, and I felt a bit of blood dripping down my forehead. The skinny man began to wrap his arms around me in an attempt to pry me from the car, but it wouldn’t work. A large hand smacked him in the chest, and he flew into the side of a nearby truck, leaving a hefty sized dent.

  Marcus offered me a hand out of the car, and I took it happily.

  “We need to leave, now.” Marcus said.

  In the distance I could hear a police siren wailing. It seemed almost too soon for the police to arrive, but soon or not, it spelled trouble. Then the sun disappeared.

  Marcus shifted. I had never seen anything so amazing in my entire life. A true dragon stood before me, his thick scales covering every inch of his powerful, lithe body. His elongated neck and pointed tail wrapped circled around me as his leathery wings shot towards the sky.

  “Get on!” he shouted.

  I did as I was told. I climbed over his shoulders and sat down holding onto his neck as tightly as I could. The wind he swept up was so powerful that he created a small tornado. He scrambled down the road while beating his wings and in a few seconds we were in the air.

  The wind bit at my ears and nose and my hands had nearly frozen solid holding onto his neck, but I wouldn’t have given it up for a second. It was a truly breathtaking experience riding on the back of a dragon.

  “Are you alright?” he asked.

  I couldn’t settle my thoughts and process what he was saying there was just too much to see and feel.

  “Emily?” he asked again.

  “I’m fine,” I said, managing to muster a couple words.

  “I’ll take us a few miles out, and then we’re going to have to find a place to set down for the day. If I get spotted out here, there’s a good chance that I’ll get famous.” Marcus said.

  I just nodded and held tightly to his back. I could feel his heart beating in his chest almost to the same beat of his wings. It mustered up feelings I had been trying to suppress for a while. This wonderful and powerful man was willing to protect me from three terrible people. Here I was, having his child grow inside me and I couldn’t help but fall back in love with him.

  I thought back to the first night that I had met him. I remember seeing him swimming in the lake near the end of summer and me taking the chance to hide his clothes so I might get a better look at him.

  I’m sure he caught on that I was there because I saw him pause for a moment and smile. I can’t say I thought much of it then, but he must have known. I was such a fool, only now realizing how truly naïve I was.

  I let out a gleeful squeal as we continued to fly. The motion of his wings moved me up and down the lower portion of his neck, rubbing my sex along his scales. I think he began to notice my arousal as we started slowly descending towards the hills.

  With a thud we landed near an old hunting lodge that looked like it hadn’t been used in a few years. Marcus sauntered over to the small door window and peered inside.

  “It’s empty, maybe there’ll be some clothes I can change into,” he said.

  He lowered his neck close to the ground, and I slid off. I hadn’t realized it till just now but I was feeling incredibly flush. Maybe it was the fight or flight response, or maybe it was the ride and the sensation of being in the clouds with nothing but a man beneath my legs. Whichever it was, I couldn’t empty it out of my thoughts.

  “You know, I could use a rest. Maybe we can get a fire started and rest for a little while?” I said.

  Marcus nodded.

  “Are you going to shift back?” I asked.

  “I will, but I’ll need some clothes first.” He replied.

  “No you don’t.” I retorted coyly while giving him my best ‘come-hither’ gesture. I backed into the lodge and waited in the doorway.

  Marcus smiled back and shifted back to human. My mind went wild seeing him like this. I remembered being lifted up by those powerful shoulders the first time we spent the night together. But, I don’t remember them being that toned. Almost like my memory of him was trying to find any imperfection as an excuse to avoid seeing him again.

  As he took one step closer I began to strip out of my jacket. I didn’t mind the cold anymore; I had other things on my mind.

  He stepped further forward, and I moved further into the lodge. It was cozy inside, still cold but at least out of the wind. The stove in the middle almost gave me a trip as I made my way toward the small bed fit snug against the wall. I flicked off my boots as he shut the door behind him and continued to gain ground.

  “I never stopped thinking about you-“he started to say, but I cut him off by putting a finger to his lips. He pulled me into him and I could feel his warmth now. He craned his neck down and stole a kiss from my lips.

  He hooked his hand under my shirt and began to caress my waist. I could feel his rough skin slowly move up and down and settle on the small of my back for a moment.

  He reached up with his other hand and peeled the shirt from my torso. My cold nipples pressed against his bare skin. I grabbed his hair and pulled his mouth into mine for another kiss.

  He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in close while his hand moved down to my bottom. With his other hand he undid the button on my pants and slid them to the floor.

  I playfully sat on the bed with a smile and gestured for him to follow. It didn’t take much convincing as he tackled me down. Before I could move he began to kiss me on the neck, then on my collarbone, and moving lower and lower until he had kissed my entire areola. His tongue was like magic as he sucked and licked my nipple. With his hand he caressed my inner thigh.

  I took his manhood with my hand and ran along the entire shaft. He was already erect and I could feel his member tense as I grabbed it.

  He began to lick and fondle my other breast. The sensation ran down between my legs, a slight tingle that I hadn’t felt in far too long.

  His tongue began to run down my abdomen; then he kissed my abdomen for a brief second while making his way to my trimmed pubic hair.

  He teased me and moved on to kiss my thigh starting from the knee and worked his way towards my sex. I could feel my heart pounding. I bit my lower lip as he ran his tongue along my wetness and I prayed for more. With his arms he lifted my thighs and pulled me into his mouth. His tongue worked its way in circles while pleasure shot through my brain. I didn’t know how long I’d last if he continued.

  Like the tease he was, he stopped and flipped me over. I could feel him running his fingers along the skin on my legs. The back of my legs oozed with sensation and then he started kissing every inch he could find with his mouth.

  He stopped at the small of my back and climbed on top of me. He leaned in and kissed my cheek and nibbled on my ear. Then I could feel him pressing at my entrance.

  Slowly he inched his way in while holding my hip with his hand. I was lost in ecstasy as I could feel him sliding in more and more. I could feel his other hand come around to my front and begin rubbing.

  He began to slide in and out of me, slowly at first but I could feel his excitement. His manhood was throbbing with each thrust and I couldn’t stay quiet. I started to moan more heavily. Thankfully there wasn’t anyone around for miles so I could be as loud as I wanted.

  He pulled himself out and lifted me up for a kiss, and, as we lay back down on the bed, he nestled himself on bottom, and I straddled him. I was so turned on I could feel him slide in easily and he let out a moan with delight.

  I knew he liked this position but I was going to make him work for it. I grinded on him for a little while and smiled the whole time. Then I started to slide up and down on his shaft. I wanted to keep going but I realized how lightheaded I was after not having eaten in a couple days and collapsed into his waiting chest.

  He welcomed it and held me close, working himself in and out with a giddy enthusiasm. I could feel him getting hotter and hotter as he continued to work up and down.

  The pleasure built up more and more and within moments I
was ready to explode. Then I felt him burning red hot inside me, shooting load after load into me and it was enough to make my mind go blank. I could feel myself clenching hard and waves of pleasure released tensing up every muscle in my body. And then, I fell into him again. Satisfied and incredibly tired.

  “Do you remember when we first met?” I asked, needing to break the silence.

  “How could I forget, it’s the first time you saw me and I was naked.” He replied with a chuckle.

  “Did you know I’d hidden your clothes?” I pondered.

  He waited for a moment, and I had a feeling I knew the answer.

  “Yes.” He replied.

  I couldn’t help but give him a playful punch.

  “So you knew that I was there all along and you didn’t say anything?”

  “I did, but then you wouldn’t have hidden them,” he replied, “and I’m glad you did.”

  I snuggled into his arms and pulled the heavy cotton blanket over the two of us.

  5.

  I woke early, far too early. Marcus was still asleep and I was finally warm and cozy. I didn’t want to wake him up so I tried to sneak out to find some food.

  “You’re up, too?” he said as I barely got a foot out of the covers.

  I sighed.

  “Yes. I’m still hungry and I doubt there’s much around.”

  He pulled himself out of the covers.

  “Wait here a moment, and if you can get that stove going it’ll save us some time.” He opened the lodge door and ran off into the snow.

  I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that. A quick search produced some matches and there was plenty of wood stacked up by nearby. By the time he returned I had the little lodge warmed up. In his arms he had a couple large fish waiting to be prepared. It was a funny sight-seeing a tall naked man carrying fish.

  It was still dark outside and it wasn’t much past 4 in the morning. It would be easy to fly under the radar and possibly even arrive at our destination before the sun came up at all.

  And, the idea of flying on his back again was more than enough to get me aroused. So, he relented.

  As I rode his back, I stared at the stars, their brilliant pinpricks of light littering the night sky illuminated the way. I thought about the future and the baby; neither of which seemed scary anymore. With Marcus here everything seemed just a little bit brighter.

  With another thud I could tell we had landed again. We had arrived at my friend’s house. I wondered what she’d think of me showing up with Marcus.

  I handed Marcus the clothes he’d found in the lodge and he quickly put them on. Nothing very attractive but at least he wasn’t naked anymore. I stepped up to her door and gave it a knock.

  “Coming,” I heard a man say from within the farmhouse.

  I waited anxiously only to be greeted with a familiar face. Tyson stood in front of me, his plain face staring me down with a wicked smile.

  “You’re a hard one to track down. At least that’s what Devon tells me. You remember Devon, right?” he said.

  I turned around and saw Marcus with an expression of anger like I had never seen on his face before.

  “I thought I killed you.” Marcus said.

  “I’m tougher than I look. You got quite close though, Cousin.” Tyson replied.

  “You know each other?” I said.

  They glared at each other, and I tried my hardest to avoid meeting either of their gazes.

  “Tyson killed my first wife with dragon fire. I tore his throat out but he’s still talking.”

  “You know Marcus; dragons are more resilient than you think. Give back Emily, I found her first. She’ll give me a son that I can pass on my legacy with. She can mate with dragons; she can revive our kind on the brink of near extinction. I’ve been looking for so long. Give her to me and you’ll never hear from me again.”

  Marcus bared his teeth in rage.

  “She can’t give you a son if she’s already pregnant with my child.” Marcus replied through clenched teeth.

  Tyson paused for a moment and looked on in shock. I took a couple steps back as Tyson stared at me.

  “Is it true?” he asked.

  I couldn’t do anything but nod in affirmation.

  “You mated with this trash? I should kill you too. Marcus, you touched my property and I will end you.”

  Marcus shifted into his dragon form. “Come and try!”

  Before my eyes, Tyson shifted for the first time. A great black scaled beast with fire lighting its eyes and a bunch of scales misplaced on his neck. Tyson reared back and took a deep breath and Marcus began to flee.

  In my fear, I kept a hand on the knife that Marcus gave me. I saw the two of them fly into the sky bobbing and weaving. Marcus flew in and bit at Tyson tearing chunks out of his back. But, Tyson breathed fire.

  Even from so far away, I could feel the intensity of the flames, their volcanic strength melting the snow on the ground around me. I ducked into the house to gain at least a little cover. It was in there that I saw my friend June, or at least I thought it was June. In the kitchen on the ground lay a body scorched head to toe. I sputtered out a tear.

  Just then Marcus crashed through the living room. I could make out blood seeping beneath his scales. I walked closer still, moving past his tail and stepping over his leg.

  “Marcus, Get up!” I screamed, “You have to win!”

  He startled a bit and pulled himself up on his arms.

  It was then that I felt Tyson grab me from behind, a human Tyson. He ran his hand along my hip and I hadn’t felt so disgusted in my life. I pushed back my emotions and stood as still as I could, hoping he would leave me alone.

  “Marcus, you can die happy that I won’t have your disgusting progeny killed. There are too few of us left for me to get rid of your child. But, just know that it’ll be raised by me. And, I’ll be the one pleasing Emily from now on. She’ll be the mother to the next generation of dragon shifters. Say goodbye, Emily.”

  I removed the knife from its sheathe and plunged it into Tyson as hard as I could before tumbling away from him. I heard him wince in pain from the stab wound in his side.

  Marcus reared his head back and inhaled deeply, I could see Tyson’s eyes go incredibly wide as Marcus breathed a gout of flame. It surrounded Tyson’s entire form, burning so hot there was no time for a scream. Within a moment, all that remained of Tyson was ash and dust.

  I ran to Marcus and hugged him around the neck tightly as he reverted back to being a human.

  “Marcus, I love you,” I whispered in his ear.

  He smiled and laughed. “Is that all I had to do to get you to admit it?”

  Despite his injuries I could help but punch him in the arm again as hard as I could. He moaned in pain but didn’t stop his painful laughter. I pulled myself into a nearby chair and sighed.

  “Now what are we going to do?” I said, thinking out loud.

  Marcus lied still, staring out the hole in the ceiling at the now rising sun.

  “I think I have an idea.”

  6.

  The snow was thicker here than I was used to. Marcus never really told me exactly where we were going but now we stood in front of another cabin in the middle of nowhere.

  “We’re in Iceland.” Marcus said.

  The cabin door sprung open and a man with a kind face greeted Marcus with a large hug. The two of them embraced for a long moment before turning to me and giving me a hug about the same.

  “Brother! What brings you to Iceland?” shouted the man boisterously.

  Marcus shot me a repentant look before replying.

  “I wanted you to meet my new wife, the woman bearing my child, Emily. We’re hoping we can stay here for a while?”

  The man shot a couple glances at both of us, smiled a smile so broad I thought it might fall off his face and replied.

  “There’s plenty of room for family.”

  And there was.

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  THE END
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  The Bet of the Season – A Regency Romance

  ''Lord and Lady Ashington and their daughter Emily,'' the announcer shouted.

  Emily stood with her parents at the top of the marble staircase and looked down into the ballroom. She noticed how everyone seemed to be looking at her.

  ''I hadn't expected there to be so many people,'' she whispered to her mother.

  ''As you know, your father and I always host the first ball of the season. We like to invite as many people as we possibly can. We find it gets the season off to a rousing start. This is the first ball you have been to here since your coming out. It's going to be a splendid occasion.''

  ''It all looks very spectacular,'' Emily whispered, just before her father led them down the stairs to their eager guests.

  When they had reached the bottom of the stairs, Emily's mother turned to her, ''there are several eligible young men here this evening my dear. Please don't wander off with your cousins before I have had a chance to introduce you to some of them.'' Emily looked around, curious to see who her mother could possibly mean.

  She was very familiar with her surroundings. Although this was the first ball she had been allowed to attend at Priory Manor, she had spent many a childhood hour in the ballroom with her sister and cousins, hosting pretend balls. Emily remembered how exasperated her mother had been when she had borrowed her pearls to dress up in. ''They are priceless, and you are swinging them around like you found them in a back alley,'' she'd told her.

  The ballroom was the largest in the County of Yorkshire. Priory Hall had been the seat of the Ashingtons since the days of King John. It was one of the finest stately homes in the land. Emily was amazed at how colorful the event was. At her debutante ball the previous summer, all the young ladies had worn white. That was behind her now, and she was able to go to balls where the ladies wore splendid colors. She had chosen to wear a striking gold muslin dress with gilt edges and silk flowers woven into it.

  ''Cousin Emily,'' Beatrice exclaimed, enthusiastically. ''You look stunning. I adore your gown. Such beautiful silken flowers. And your tiara of pearls is simply exquisite. You are the most amazingly beautiful woman here this evening.'' She looked at her cousin, who she adored, and tried to see what was different about her this evening. Emily was tall and slender, and Beatrice thought her dress showed off her tiny waist to perfection. She noticed Emily's Mediterranean blue eyes sparkling under the light of the giant chandelier, her blonde hair falling beautifully to her shoulders in perfectly manicured locks. Then Beatrice realized. It was her makeup that was different. In particular her lips. Emily had voluptuous lips, as perfect as was humanly possible and this evening she had used lip rouge. She looked stunning.