The Wolves of Anarchy (Werewolf Biker Erotica)


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Carrie has been investigating her city's notorious biker club - The Wolves of Anarchy - forever. While they claim to be sparkly clean on the outside, there's just too much bad juju that seems to hang in the dust their choppers leave behind. When she gets a tip that a deal is going down in a warehouse just outside of town, she decides to do the dumb thing and investigate herself.

Just as it seems to be getting to the good stuff, the outlaw bike club attacks with inhuman speed and kicks the other club they're meeting to the curb. She realizes that the Wolves is more than just a name and tries to escape, but she is sniffed out and brought before the Wolves' cruel but beautiful leader, Nicolas. It turns out that he's the one who tipped her off, and now he's going to show her much more of himself than she ever dared dream.

Mature audiences only!


He smiled wickedly at me. "Damn, we did a number on you, huh? I thought you caught a good look of me before I brought you down."

His words made no sense. An animal had brought me down, but then Nicolas had howled. I watched that dark mane, the teeth grinning all wolflike.

It all came together with such force I probably jerked to attention.

"Holy shit, that was you," I said.

"I like a dirty mouth on a girl." He inched forward.

"You were the wolf," I said.

"Still am, darling."

"You're a werewolf," I said. "That's what you brought me here to see."

"And you're welcome," he said. "Now let me show you something else.

His hands flew to his crotch and then the fly came apart. His pants shuffled down his leg and I watched as a massive and thick cock sprouted almost into my face. My mouth parted in a gasp at the sheer immensity of it, the sudden existence.

"You got the right idea," Nicolas said from over me.

His hand clenched the back of my hair and shoved my mouth around his cock. The head erupted in my mouth like a gag, and I choked as if I were drowning. Nicolas pressed me ever forward though and his shaft rode deep down me. I tasted his juice and felt his bulging veins ripple across my tongue. The shock started to settle and almost returned when I realized he didn't taste bad at all. I had only given head once before, and it had been a small and awful thing. But this cock I could really sink my teeth into. I was a big enough girl to like sinking my teeth into things.

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