Cyrus (Iron Tzars MC #8) Read Online Marteeka Karland

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC Tags Authors: Series: Iron Tzars MC Series by Marteeka Karland
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Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
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I wrapped my arms around her tightly, holding her against me as I deepened the kiss. Sweeping my tongue into her mouth, I took her taste inside me, reveling in the fact that I’d get to taste those delectable lips anytime I wanted.

She moaned, opening her mouth, letting me take what I had to have. The problem was, the more I had, the more I wanted. She was like a drug. Potent and addictive. If that were true, I wanted to keep my addiction because Odette was providing the sweetest, most wonderful sensations I’d ever experienced.

I pulled her closer to me so my cock was mashed against her between her legs. The heat of her through her shorts was scorching, her pussy already wanting something she wasn’t ready for mentally or emotionally. She was right that she needed more time. I was sure she was still feeling the effects of what Steve Gleeson had put her through. I didn’t in any way want her to equate what that man had taken from her with me.

“Cyrus…” My whispered name on her lips only made me more possessive of her. I growled as I continued to kiss her, moving her over the ridge of my cock in a steady rhythm. “What is this?” She shivered, moving her hips faster and faster as she rubbed over my cock.

“Feel good?”

“Oh, God! Yes! Help me!”

I scooted us back on the bed and rolled so she was underneath me. Odette tightened her legs around me, lifting herself to me while I situated us. She wasn’t passive by any measure. Odette thrust her hips at me, rocking over my cock in a maddening glide that threatened to unman me. And there was no way that was fucking happening. At least, not until she came. After that all bets were off.

“Take what you need, Odette,” I growled. Sweat dotted her skin and I couldn’t help but put my face in her neck and lick.

Odette squealed and stiffened. Then she screamed. I felt her pussy quivering against my cock as she came, the thin shorts she wore not an adequate buffer between us. As much as I wanted to follow her, I decided in that moment I would not come until I was deep inside her. Then I’d fill her so full she’d never forget who she belonged to.

I let her ride out her pleasure while I kissed and nipped the skin of her neck and shoulder. I wanted to strip her bare and continue what we’d started, but I didn’t think now was the right time. Soon. But not now.

When she stopped moving, I pulled back to look at her. There was a bemused smile on her face and a dazed look in her eyes.

“Wow,” she whispered.

“Haven’t you ever orgasmed before?”

“I thought I had.” She shook her head. “I’m rethinking that assessment.”

I barked out a startled laugh. “There’s much, much more where that came from, lil’ bit. I’ll take you down that road as many times as you’ll let me.”

She laid a hand on the side of my face before pulling me back to her for another kiss. I could get lost in those kisses and never find my way out.

“Thank you, Cyrus. I’ll never forget this moment.”

“Damn straight you’ll never forget it.” I gave her a hard kiss before pushing myself off her. I snagged her hand and pulled her up. “Go take a shower. I’ll bring back something to eat, then you can rest.”

She gave me a shy look, like she was unsure of herself. “Will you stay with me? I-I mean, for a little while?”

“Honey, I’ll stay as long as you want me.”

With a nod, Odette turned and went into the bathroom.

I stood there a long while, debating on whether or not to follow her and shower with her but thought better of it. She needed care. Not a horny biker trying to fuck her. That could come later. After all, we had all the time in the world.

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Odette

I took my time in the shower to get my wits back. I’d give Cyrus one thing. He certainly knew what he was doing with regard to sex. Steve had been my first sexual partner. While I’d never orgasmed with him during sex, I’d experimented playing with myself using porn videos on my phone as a guide. I’d found some pleasure this way. But nothing like what had just happened.

As I thought about it while warm water cascaded over me, my knees trembled and I shivered. My pussy clenched, wanting to be filled. I ached with need even though I’d orgasmed not ten minutes before.

If there was anyone who knew better than to surrender to a man because he showed a physical interest, it was me. Yet, I found myself doing just that. I wanted what Cyrus was offering. Wanted to be his woman. His wife. I wasn’t sure about the whole not being able to leave thing, but that concern didn’t really seem important. If Cyrus kept me happy, if he took care of me like he’d been doing the last day, I knew I’d never want to leave.


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