Always Someone’s Monster (Battle Crows MC #1) Read Online Lani Lynn Vale

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Battle Crows MC Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
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God, they were doing it for me.

Just knowing that she was crying out so loudly that not even a pillow could smother her cries was really causing some sort of reaction to happen inside of me.

I fucked her harder, my eyes going to the way her ass was tilted up in the air. The way her asshole winked at me every once in a while, making me want to stick my dick in it.

“Dude,” I heard. “Do you think he’ll give me tips?”

“Shut the fuck up, man,” I heard Boston reply. “Go back outside.”

“I’m hungry,” the voice continued.

“For the love of God,” Boston replied.

I heard cabinets slam and laughter.

Dropping down so that I was covering her back, I moved my hand out of her hair and snaked it up underneath of her arm, moving at an angle until my fingers reached her neck.

She froze, her entire body going stiff as a board for a few seconds before her pussy clenched down hard.

I grunted in response, her reaction causing my brain to short-circuit.

“Fuck,” I hissed, my fingers squeezing down on her throat a little harder than I intended.

I’d never done this before—wrapped my hand around anyone’s throat—but…

Her orgasm slammed into her so hard that I cursed, trying in vain not to follow her over.

The condom I was wearing was doing me one service at least—causing me to not be so sensitive.

But I knew between one breath and the next that no matter if I wanted to or not, I was following behind her.

I pulled backward, my fingers leaving her throat, and I yanked her up to her knees.

I no longer cared who heard.

I no longer cared if the shitty bed I’d purchased after my divorce fell apart.

All I cared about was filling her up with my cock.

I growled as she sat up higher on her knees, the view and the depth changing enough that I couldn’t stop the reaction.

I slammed into her hard, losing my hard-won control I’d always prided myself in since I was a teen.

I fucked her without remorse.

With abandon.

Without…

The release that left my body felt like a goddamn heart attack.

Everything inside of me seized for a few long, scary seconds, and I realized why the fuck they called it ‘the little death.’

In my entire life, I’d never once come so hard as I had right then.

I grunted out, unaware that I’d pulled Sophia into some extended second orgasm.

All I knew was that her pussy was tight, wet, and clenching down on me so hard that my balls felt like they might fall off any second.

And my cock.

Oh, my cock would want this again. Again and again and again until I died the best fucking death a man could die.

She collapsed completely onto her stomach, and I watched as my cock slid mostly free.

It was coated in her release, and I hated the sight of the condom almost immediately.

All that cum in the tip should’ve been inside of her.

Should’ve been spilling out of that perfect pussy with a slow slide that would bring me to my knees and make me want more.

Instead, I pulled the stupid condom off my dick, then like the Neanderthal I was, I dumped that condom on her back, then rubbed my release into the skin of her backside and lower back.

It was a dick thing to do.

She’d need a shower now, but instead of getting upset with me, she laughed.

“Haggard,” she whispered. “What the hell?”

I was transfixed, watching the thick cream rub into her skin with an enraptured gaze.

“I wish I could keep you branded like this, as mine, forever.”

She sat up and looked at me over her shoulder, smiling as she did.

“Anytime, anyway, Haggard Crow.” She smiled. “I’m yours.”

CHAPTER 20

My life feels like a test I didn’t study for.

-Haggard to Sophia

SOPHIA

After my second shower of the night, I came out of the bathroom to find Haggard completely asleep.

His eyes were closed tight, and the large muscles of his back and his splayed wide arms were the only things I could see thanks to the comforter that was covering him up.

He didn’t stir as I went to his closet and pulled out the first t-shirt I found and slipped it on.

After turning out all of the lights, I shuffled out into the hall and farther to the kitchen, thankful that he was so far away that I wouldn’t wake him when I put the leftover pizza from tonight in the microwave.

I was so hungry.

Not only had I barely eaten dinner in anticipation of him coming home and doing what he just did to me, but I’d also worked up an appetite.

My goal of getting to the fridge quickly was interrupted by a dark, amused voice filling up the silence.

“So you and my dad, huh?”

I squeaked and turned, finding Boston in the kitchen behind where I’d just had my back facing.


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