Rattle Some Cages (Battle Crows MC #3) Read Online Lani Lynn Vale

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, MC, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Battle Crows MC Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
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“You’ll like the boxer briefs more,” he promised as he cupped his crotch, making the fabric tighten. “They hug my dick a lot better.”

I had a feeling he was correct.

I licked my lips and tried to get my fingers to function.

They didn’t.

But it didn’t matter.

Because Price had fingers that functioned just fine.

CHAPTER 17

You know what that sounds like? Not my fucking problem.

-Price to Shine

PRICE

I watched her and her wide eyes as she stood frozen in front of me.

My lips quirked at the edges as I took her in.

Her body language was saying what I wanted to see, though.

Her nipples were pebbled, and her breathing was fast. Her eyes were dilated, and I could see the pulse thrumming at her neck, letting me know that she was just as into this as I wanted her to be.

Yet, she was still frozen solid, staring at me like she couldn’t quite believe her eyes.

“If you don’t want this,” I forced myself to say. “Maybe right now would be a great time to tell me.”

Her eyes drifted down the length of my body, her eyes taking in every single nuance before coming to a halt at my lower half. More specifically, my dick.

My dick that was engorged, solid and heavy while sticking out straight toward her.

She licked her lips—an unconscious move that had my entire body tightening in response.

“I’m not sure what this is,” she lied.

She knew exactly what this was.

She knew it.

I knew it.

Her neighbors were about to know it.

“It’s good that you did this in a hotel, anyway,” I found myself saying. “Less cleanup.”

“Cleanup?” Her breath hitched. “What would we be cleaning up?”

I moved forward fast, pinning her to the wall.

My dick pressed against her belly, and she was staring at me with such excitement that I knew that no matter what happened today, I’d enjoy the hell out of it.

Because it wasn’t often I could find someone that matched my intensity.

I liked what I liked, and I didn’t apologize for it.

That was why it’d been such a long while since I’d had anyone.

I was picky.

I wanted what I wanted.

And I wouldn’t settle for anything less.

“Yes, I am a virgin,” she blurted. “But only in an I haven’t had a real live penis inside of me kind of way. Not in an I’ve never explored with my fingers kind of way.”

My lips quirked up at the edges as she said that.

“You know if you like it rough, baby?” I wondered, trailing my lips up and down her throat.

She audibly swallowed as she said, “I’m not sure what I like. I know that I like what you’re doing now—pinning me to the wall. I know that I liked when you put your hand on my throat at the hospital. I know that I want you inside of me,” she hedged. “Beyond that, no I don’t know if I’ll like it rough or not.”

I imagined she would.

If she liked my hand at her throat…

I brought up the same hand I’d used to wrap around her throat once before, moving it until the entire palm of my hand was spanned across the delicate skin.

Then I used my thumb to tilt her head up exactly where I wanted it.

The moment her mouth was where I wanted it, I brought my own down.

Our mouths met, and the grin that’d been permanently etched on mine since she’d started talking was wiped away with a brush of her tongue.

I groaned as I deepened the kiss, tasting and memorizing her mouth with each stroke of my tongue.

My cock was now a pulsing entity against her stomach, and to relieve some of the pressure, I ground against her abdomen.

Her inhale gave me the opening I needed to explore further, and further I took it until she was panting and limp between me and the wall.

I moved my hand away from her throat, pausing when it came into contact with her chest, where her heart was pounding.

I slowly moved that hand just a little bit farther, finding the gap between her shirt and her shorts.

When my fingers finally met skin, I said, “Are you on any birth control?”

She made some sort of noise in her throat that had me looking up at her face.

Her eyes were wide when she said, “Yes. The shot. I got it about six months or so ago.”

My head tilted slightly as I said, “Why?”

Not because I was accusing her of anything.

But because I was genuinely curious.

She, of course, took it to mean I was accusing her of taking it for a devious reason, so she was snippy when she explained.

“I guess because I should’ve seen the writing on the wall. My subconscious knew that I didn’t need kids with Cole, so it pointedly told me I needed to get on birth control.” She shrugged, eyes hot. “Not because I was getting it anywhere.”


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