Talon (Shadowridge Guardians MC #6) Read Online Pepper North

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Biker, Erotic, Insta-Love, MC Tags Authors: Series: Shadowridge Guardians MC Series by Pepper North
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Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 49530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 248(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
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“You didn’t give me a chance to run,” she pointed out.

“I’m never going to give you that chance. I don’t care what you do for work as long as you enjoy life with me,” Talon stated firmly.

Elizabeth stared at him. Talon always cut straight to the chase. But she had to make sure he understood everything.

“My schedule is hectic. During a big case, my hours are crazy. Can you live with that?”

“I won’t like it, but my hours can be weird as well.”

“When you’re involved in Shadowridge Guardian business?” she asked.

“When my brothers need me, I respond. The only person who ranks above them is you.”

“Really? We haven’t known each other for long,” she pointed out.

“You’re mine, Little girl.”

She swallowed hard before admitting, “I feel good when I’m with you.” Her face flamed red as she remembered just how good he could make her feel and watched a grin spread over his face.

“Not just when you’re touching me,” she said quickly. “Inside, I just feel better when we’re together. It’s like you’re a missing piece that suddenly snapped into place.”

“I like that, Buttercup. We fit well together.”

“We haven’t had sex. Maybe I’m crappy at it. My husband wasn’t too excited,” she blurted.

“You are amazing in my arms. Your ex-husband was a clueless bastard and is no longer part of your life. I’m sure he knew one position and sucked at everything but finding his pleasure.”

Her mouth dropped open as she looked at him. How does he know that?

“There’s an easy way to prove I’m right and you’re wrong,” Talon pointed out, scooting his chair closer to hers.

“What? You’re going to whisk me away to the bedroom and test drive me?” she said. Could he tell her bluster was driven by self-consciousness?

“I’m going to make love to you like you should have always been taken care of.”

She stared at him, allowing a small glimmer of hope to kindle in her heart.

“Come on, Buttercup.”

He stood and held out a hand to pull her from her chair. When she stood, he bent down and scooped her over his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” she said, wriggling.

“Don’t make me drop you,” he warned, knowing he’d never drop her in a million years. To punctuate his words, Talon swatted her rounded bottom sharply.

At that quick taste of slight pain, he heard her quick inhale and knew he’d just started her engine. Damn her incompetent husband! Who could ignore the signs that she needed so much more than just missionary style in the dark?

At the doorway into his bedroom, Talon stopped to turn on the overhead lights. Immediately, she asked, “Can we turn those off?”

“I’m not making love to you in the dark, Elizabeth. I want to see every inch of your body and every bit of arousal on your face,” he told her firmly as he walked to his large, four-poster bed.

Setting her feet on the carpet, he placed his hands on her hips and pulled her pelvis to his. “Making love to you is going to be a treat for all my senses.”

He glided one hand up her arm, taking his time as he watched her focus on the simple move. Cupping her jaw, he whispered, “Touch.”

She inhaled sharply and held her breath for what would come next.

“Taste.” He captured her lips in a series of soft kisses that wooed her lips apart. Deepening the next exchange, Talon caressed her inner lips with the tip of his tongue and treasured the soft moan at the back of her throat that rumbled through her mouth. His hard kiss that followed made her fingers dig into his shoulders as she pressed her body against his.

Lifting his mouth from hers, he continued with soft kisses to her jaw and down the side of her neck. When he reached that sensitive spot where her shoulder began, Talon added, “Scent” to his list of treats. He inhaled deeply and paused, savoring the sweet fragrance that was uniquely hers.

“Talon,” she said urgently.

“Daddy.” He straightened to meet her gaze, putting sternness in his own.

“Daddy, please,” she begged, clinging to him.

“I won’t rush this, Buttercup. Daddy likes to play, too.”

Talon glided his hands lightly over her ribcage to grasp the hem of her shirt. Pulling it upward slowly, he gave her time to lift her arms over her head so he could remove it. Looking over her beautiful body, he traced a finger over the swell of one petite breast. He cupped it in his hand and brushed his thumb across the tight nipple that pressed against the lace.

Her aroused moan was exactly the response he wanted. “Sound.”

When she arched her back to push herself firmly against his hand, Talon traced the delicate garment’s band to the back fastener with his other hand. Quickly unfastening it, he eased the garment from her body and tossed it aside.


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