Deacon (Iron Tzars MC #12) 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: 36
Estimated words: 33157 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
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That last thought pushed me over the edge of something vast and deep. I’d made myself come before, but it was never like this. Never so all-consuming and wild. I gave a startled cry before the wave crashed over me like a raging torrent.

Deacon felt the change in my body, the way my muscles tightened around him, and he let out a deep, satisfying groan. His thrusts became even more determined, pushing us both toward something cataclysmic. I clung to him, my nails digging into his back, marking him as intensely as he marked me.

As the wave of my climax began to ebb, Deacon’s movements grew more desperate, more primal. His face was contorted with concentration and pleasure, a sight that only fueled my desire further. Sweat dripped from his face to mine and I reveled in it. The room echoed with the sound of our bodies slamming together, a rhythm that wrote its own carnal music in the air. Then he bowed his back, his face turned to the ceiling. With a lingering bellow, Deacon came. His cock pulsed inside me triggering another orgasm for me. I cried out again as I clung to him, my only anchor in the storm he’d created within me.

Deacon collapsed on top of me, his movements stilled as my body shuddered beneath him, his eyes searching my face for something I couldn’t name. His breath was as ragged as my own, his forehead creased with a mix of concern and unstoppable desire. He must have seen the bliss in my expression, because his lips twisted into a satisfied grin before he rested fully on top of me, his cock still buried snugly inside my pussy.

“Apple,” he whispered against the skin of my neck, his voice rough with emotion. He kissed my jaw. My cheek. My mouth. His words vibrated through me, creating its own pleasure. “You’re incredible.”

I wrapped my legs tighter around him, not wanting this interlude to end. I wanted more. I wanted to do this all night. Maybe then I’d get my fill of this incredible man. The man I was completely head over heels in love with.

Chapter Nine

Deacon

The next two weeks were equal parts heaven and hell. Heaven because I spent every waking moment in Apple’s presence. Well, when she allowed it. Hell because she took every opportunity to slip away from me which meant I had to actively hunt her down. She’d never run from me. Before.

Yeah. That fucking word. Before. I hated it. It represented the absolute worst time in my life and how the fallout had affected Apple no matter how much I’d intended to protect her. I thought pushing her away as I did had hurt her worse than the gunshot wound. I knew she loved me, but I suppose I hadn’t realized just how much she was invested in me.

Until she wasn’t.

Now, I sat under a big tree next to the clubhouse, I watched her and all the old ladies of the club as they talked and drank peach Crown Royal. I mean, it was still whisky. Right? Occasionally, one or more of them would glance in my direction, but not Apple. She ignored me as thoroughly as a princess ignoring the pig farmer peasant.

Evelyn, Knox’s woman, kept narrowing her eyes at me. Like she wanted to carve out my liver. Olivia would occasionally cast me furtive glances so it was hard to know how she felt. I was pretty sure she hated me too, but also knew I was the man who’d make sure her stepfather was completely out of her life forever. Bear’s woman, Cecilia, was friendly enough, but there was no doubt she was solidly in Apple’s corner no matter what. So if Apple decided she hated me, Cecilia would follow suit.

What puzzled me was how Lemon and Venus reacted. Lemon seemed to be on my side, pushing Apple toward me instead of pushing me away from her sister. Venus followed Lemon’s lead. Or maybe it was the other way around. I’d seen the two women conversing several times since I’d come here. Always, they were either looking at me or Apple.

At first, I thought Lemon didn’t want me with her sister, but that didn’t really make sense because she was the one who’d told me Apple had been shot in the first place. She told me Apple needed me and to drop what I was doing and get my ass to Riviera Beach. So, I wasn’t sure if Lemon was getting advice from Venus or Venus was telling her she was making a colossal mistake pushing me and her sister together again.

Finally, Apple looked my way. I didn’t dare move or take my gaze from hers. Every time I managed to catch her attention outside of my bedroom, there was a split second of vulnerability in her expression before it hardened and she rolled her eyes, dismissing me. Princess to peasant.


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