Free Gang Up: A Bikerland Novel by Nadia Nightside Page A

limitless stamina and the endurance and strength to ride for days on end so long as their was fuel in their bikes. Men with muscles hard as the engines that took them from battle to battle, men with hearts that burned only with the desire to ravage and destroy, and she had taken eight of them, and had been covered with their cum dozens of times over.
    She was an impressive, beautiful little demon, but no less a demon for it.
    In his own heart, his own burning, conquering heart that itself had once wanted nothing more than to ravage and destroy, he felt a fraud. Fake. A liar and a fool.
    He took a long sip of whiskey and then followed it with another mouthful of the hardtack of his breakfast. He wouldn’t have had a drink so early but he felt hungover from the night before. He'd had nothing to drink, but still his emotions and his mind felt wrenched like he had assaulted them all through the night with the liver-eating poison of alcohol.
    Cradled in his arms, not even a day before, he’d held Robin and told her he loved her. Only her. Told her he wanted to be with her.
    And he did. That was what he wanted, still.
    His thoughts were caught up with the images of her tight young beautiful body. Holding her beneath him—fucking her mouth and giving her all that he could. The thickness of his shaft stretching out her lips, her throat, marking her as his and his alone.
    Maybe putting her on the ground underneath himself. Sitting on those big beautiful tits, letting her gorgeous body feel the full weight of his body on her. Letting her know he was in control—that he was the one calling all the shots. His big balls resting of her chest, just underneath her chin. Right there for her to massage them with those slender fingers. His cock jamming down into her mouth and then down her throat.
    When he was close enough, he would slide up on all fours, emptying all his passion, all his fury down into her mouth with unrelenting force. Every moan, every aching, heated cry would be a cry for more, no matter how much his cock strained her throat.
    Or fucking her. Spreading out that beautiful set of legs and thrusting into her tight virgin cunt. The only man there. The only one. Never belonging to anyone else. Fucking her until she couldn't walk, couldn't move without the memory of his hardness filling her totally. The only time she would ever, ever in her life feel complete—with his cock delivering that completion.
    And not just fucking her, but filling her with his child. Getting her nice and pregnant. His permanent partner. Marked by him. Owned by him. Layering her womb with wave after wave of his potent, hot cum. Brall had gotten many women pregnant in the past, but none had survived all the way to term. Pregnancy was hard on a woman on the road he led. But Robin would survive. She was strong. And when he owned Temple, with her at his side, there would be no stopping them.
    He wanted Robin that badly, and yet still some part of him felt false for what had happened last night.
    Leaving his breakfast aside, he stepped out from tent and into the camp of the Cauldron. Only a few hundred yards away were the walls of Temple. His camp, his soldiers, were positioned on either side of the road leading into the fertile town.
    He knew enough of the Family to know Abigail and Robin were close. For Brall, a woman was a woman was a woman, and he could fuck any that he wanted. Were Robin to join with him, she would have to be all right by that. She may become his mate, she would surely be favored above any other he took, but Brall was a warrior natural-born and could not be expected to restrict the thriving virile gift of his seed to one woman alone.
    No doubt Robin, raised in the family how she was, would understand that.
    But still, that he had fucked Abigail would hurt her. He knew that. That in fucking Abigail, indoctrinating her into the Cauldron, he had hurt the Family—that would hurt Robin more. Somehow, in the hours preceding the gang