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’m sorry, Cove, er, BP,” Bizzy rushes out. “I’m cool with gays, man. This all got blown way out of proportion.”

“Are you satisfied, Baby Prospect?”

“Yes.” Cove’s tone is icy and filled with fury. At me. I don’t give a fuck. “Take a walk with me.”

I pull away from Bizzy, giving him a fiery warning glare that I hope he remembers next time he decides to open his stupid mouth.

Whirling around, I stalk my prey. Cove’s face is bright red from humiliation, but he’ll get over it. I prowl toward him, my heart rate skipping beats as he slowly tries to escape me.

There is no escape.

He unleashed the dragon. There’s no putting him back inside his cage.

“Cove,” Copper mutters. “Let’s talk later.”

Cove nods, swallowing hard. He walks backward out of the conference room, eyes locked on mine. I match him step for step, but growing closer to him with each one because of having longer legs. He’s nearly in the kitchen when I finally catch up. The conference door slams shut behind us. Koyn is probably pissed, but he’ll get over it. Maybe he can punish Bizzy for once in his fucking life for being a dumbass.

“Hungry?” Cove asks, his voice tight.

“Fucking ravenous.”

His face sours. “Not for me.”

A wicked grin curls my lips up. “Then no.”

He rolls his eyes and turns to walk into the kitchen. Big mistake. You don’t turn your back on the predator. I grab his shoulders, pressing his body against the stainless-steel refrigerator, and rub my erection against his ass. My lips find his ear and I nip at the lobe.

“You going to feed me?”

“Dragon, I barely want to talk to you after the shit you just pulled.”

Despite his furious words, his breathing becomes ragged and he writhes in my arms, rubbing against my cock. I suck on his neck just below his ear.

“Shouldn’t have given me a taste, Baby Prospect. Now I’m addicted.”

“You’re fucking crazy is what you are. Dick drunk.”

A laugh bubbles out of me. “Dick drunk, hmm?”

“Completely wasted.” He sighs. “Let me go.”

“I can’t.”

His body loses some of the tension and he melts in my arms. “How about a truce?”

“Mmm?”

“Let me cook you something to eat. After, we can, uh, go back to my room to, uh, blow off some of this steam.”

“How domestic of you, wifey.”

“See, you really piss me off when you say shit like that.”

“I think it gets you off to be mad at me.”

He doesn’t answer, which is the only answer I need. It’s true. Cove, despite his bitchy behavior, enjoys my touch and words and the pleasure I offer. Feeling is fucking mutual. Minus the bitchy behavior on my part.

I pull back and smack his tight jean-covered ass. “Make me breakfast, lover.”

“I fucking hate you. You know that?”

“I think, for you, Baby Prospect, hate is synonymous with love.”

He shoots me the bird and I laugh.

Human. Cove makes me feel human for the first time in forever. If he thinks I’m letting him go anytime soon, he’s just as fucking insane as I am.

Because I’m not.

Ever.

He tastes like syrup. We managed to inhale a few frozen waffles before I dragged Cove back to his bedroom. Now, I have him half-naked and my tongue down his throat. Voices and laughter can be heard beyond the door, meaning Church is over, but I don’t care about that shit. All I care about is this.

Getting Cove naked and beneath me.

I drag my fingers over his hard abs as I kneel in front of him. His breath hitches when I jerk down his jeans and boxers, freeing his erection. He’s not as thick or long as me, but his dick fits his smaller frame. It’ll still taste good as I try to swallow him whole. A whimper bubbles out of him. I lick the underside of his shaft, making him whimper some more.

“Dragon,” he croaks out, his fingers tangling in my messy hair. “Fuck. That feels so damn good.”

I tease my tongue around the crown, avoiding the bead of pre-cum at the tip. I’m saving my treat.

“I like the way you smell,” I murmur, nuzzling my nose against his trimmed golden-blond pubes. “I can’t get enough.”

Trailing kisses along his length, I make my way back to the tip and lick off the salty goodness. Hungry for more, I slide my lips around his thickness and suck him deep. He cries out, the hold on my hair tightening. I grip the globes of his ass, pulling him closer and urging him to fuck my greedy throat. It takes all of three seconds for him to get the idea. Then, without warning, he starts thrusting hard, chanting my name like a fucking prayer.

Wrong god, baby.

Nothing but darkness and violence and evil here.

His dick slides down my throat like it belongs there. A perfect fit. I hum in pleasure.


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