Dragon Royal Bastards MC – Tulsa, OK Read Online K. Webster

Categories Genre: Biker, Dark, M-M Romance, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
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“I don’t understand it, but I need it,” I whisper over his lips. “You need it too.”

“Awfully sure of yourself.”

“I see the way you look at me.”

He scoffs. “You’re covered in blood and giving me the ‘fuck-me’ eyes that are frankly kind of terrifying. That’s how I look at you—”

His words die as my lips attack his. I eat them right out of his mouth, instead replacing them with my tongue and teeth and needy growls. He lets me own him with a hungry, claiming kiss.

“S-Shower,” he croaks out, “and then…”

He doesn’t have to say any more.

And then he’s mine.

All fucking mine.

Cove

“Dude, what the fuck?” Nees hisses, grabbing my arm as Dragon strolls through the clubhouse like he doesn’t have pieces of someone else’s skin hanging from him.

I give him a sharp shake of my head, bypassing him to head to the sink behind the bar. My lips tingle from Dragon’s unexpected kiss, but it’s the sticky blood that’s making me sick to my stomach. I want it off me. Now.

Nees hops up on the counter beside the sink, studying me as I begin rigorously scrubbing blood from my hands and forearms.

“I’ve never seen him so…ugh, so fucking nasty. What the hell happened?” Nees demands. “For a second there, when I saw the blood on you, I thought he’d hurt you.”

No, he just wants to…

Fuck, I don’t even know what he wants to do. All I know is he’s going to shower and then he’s going to find me.

“I’m fine,” I grumble, splashing water on my face. “He found out Max was going to Night Giant.”

Nees sputters in shock. “Are you serious right now? Damn. Okay, I guess it’s understandable. If Night Giant wasn’t such a sick fuck, I’d almost feel sorry for when Dragon finally gets his hands on him.”

Once my hands and face are clean, he hands me a towel and I dry off. I pin him with a hard stare.

“Night Giant has everything coming to him. Whatever Dragon delivers won’t be enough.” I toss the towel back at him. “Do you have a change of clothes that’ll fit him?”

Nees’s brows fly up, but he doesn’t say a word and only nods. I leave him, grabbing a bottle of Jack on the way to my room. Once inside, I twist off the cap and chug a healthy swig of the liquor before setting it on the nightstand. My phone has been buzzing ever since I had my argument with Nick. I’m sure he’s trying to sway me to meet up with him, but that ship has sailed.

I’m clearly a whore for dangerous shit because the heated moments me and Dragon have shared the last couple of days make my encounters with Nick pale in comparison.

I change out of my clothes and settle for a gray pair of sweats that hang low on my hips, revealing the black band of my boxers. Since my nipples sting and need air, I opt for no shirt.

This is all so reckless.

Tempting the dragon is a surefire way to get burned.

But I want it. I need it. It’ll scratch this itch of mine and I can move along to something normal. Healthy. Not at all fucked up.

Nees peeks his head in my doorway, sweeping his gaze over me as I stretch out on the bed. “Should I leave these here?”

“I guess.”

He creeps into the room, brows crashing together. “Dude. Whatever it is you’re about to do is a really, really bad idea.”

“Who says I’m doing anything?”

“I’m not a fucking idiot, man.” He tosses the clothes onto the dresser and then gestures at me. “You’re about to do who the hell knows what with Dragon. It’s written all over your face.”

“So?”

“So? Cove, it’s Dragon we’re talking about. You know, the psycho who just walked in wearing guts and blood and chunks of Corsetti. And now what? You’re going to blow each other?”

My dick thickens at the thought of Dragon’s vicious lips wrapped around me. Nees doesn’t miss a beat, gaping at me in shock.

“Beat it, kid,” Dragon barks from the doorway, making Nees jump and squawk.

“It’s fine,” I assure my best friend. “We’re just going to hang out.”

Nees’s jaw clenches and his nostrils flare. “Are you sure, man? Really sure you want to, uh, ‘hang out’ alone with him?”

Dragon’s tattooed hand grips the back of Nees’s neck and he squeezes hard enough Nees cries out. “He said what he said. Respect his fucking wishes.” With a shove toward the door, Dragon lets Nees see himself out.

I rake my stare over the way the white towel hugs Dragon’s muscular ass. All of his back tattoos ripple as he moves toward the door to close it. I brace myself for a slam, but he lets it shut with a quiet snick before turning back around to face me.


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