Tempting The Biker (Royal Bastards MC: Charleston, WV 3)

Reed jerks me to a stop outside of a steel door. “Through there. Murder wants to see you.”

My heart hammers in my chest. He could be sending me to my death. I don’t know this man or what the club voted to do with James and Lion. Ruthie’s under the impression that they will side with her husband, but she wasn’t in that meeting with them. The tension in that room was so thick I could scarcely breathe.

I take a step back. “He wants to see me down here?”

Reed laughs darkly. “Sweetheart, you’ve got nothing to fear with me. I heard your story. No one here wants to put you through more pain.” He opens the door and lightly pushes me through. I jump when the door slams shut behind me.

I’m in a small, poorly lit room, but there is another door. I enter the next room, and that’s where I see him. James. Standing shirtless with his back to me.

“Hey,” I call to him. He turns slowly. At first glance he appears sweaty. Shiny even under the glare of the light bulb swinging from the ceiling over his head. “What is this place?”

“C’mere.” He extends a hand to me, and I place my palm against his. James curls his fingers around mine, pulling me in close. In this moment I realize he’s covered in blood when it rubs off his chest and onto my white tee. “Look at me, Lex.”

“Wh-wha-what is happening here? Why are you? Is that...is that blood?” my knees begin to buckle.

“Stay with me, baby. Got something I need you to see.”

“I don’t think I want to.” I attempt to break free from him, but he doesn’t let me go.

“You’re in my world now, sweetheart. There’s no backing out now. My brothers know all about us and who you are to me. No one will ever hurt you again or they’ll face Lion’s fate.”

“And what is his fate?”

He tugs me further into the room. Red. I see red liquid pooled on the floor in a puddle. It’s everywhere. On a steel table rests a single hand. A hand with a crowned lion’s head tattooed across the back. “I think I’m going to be sick.”

“In through your nose and out your mouth, babe. Breathe.”

“Is that his...his hand?”

“I took his hands.” He pulls me flush against his body covering me with more of Lion’s blood. James’s erection presses into me, but I try to ignore the fact that he’s turned on. There’s a man’s hand on the fucking table. My head spins as I continue to take in the scene around me. There’s a wall to the right with any weapon you can think of on display. Swords, knives, guns, heavy tools. Whatever you can imagine it’s there.

“What do you mean you took them?”

“See that axe?”

I gulp then nod. I see it. Covered in blood.

“Wanted you to see with your own eyes that the bastard is never going to touch you again.”

“I don’t know what to say.” My heart races. He killed his father-in-law. He killed him for me. That’s two men who have lost their lives because of me and I’m not sorry. Should I be feeling guilt or remorse? Maybe. I only have relief.

“Don’t say anything. Gimme’ that mouth.” Touching his mouth to mine, James consumes me with his kiss. Stroking my cheek, he smears blood along my jawline. “I’m going to fuck you right here covered in his blood. This is my oath to you that from here on out you’re mine, and I’ll kill any motherfucker who dares to come between us or touch what belongs to me. Make no mistake, Alexa. I protect what’s mine, and I’m a territorial son of a bitch. Lion said he fucked you. That you moaned for him. Now the last thing he will ever hear are the sounds you make for me.”

“What do you mean?” I ask, but I already have my answer. Strapped to a chair unable to move or look away because his eyes are being forced open with some metal device connected to his face to pry them open, Lion stares at me. Where his hands should be are bloody rags that’s soaked through wrapped around the stubs of his arms. I don’t know how he is still alive. There’s so much blood.

Oh God. I’m going to faint. My eyes roll back, and I sway on my feet. James catches me. “I know you’re freaked the fuck out.”

Freaked doesn’t quite match what I’m experiencing. Hell, I don’t know what I’m feeling but when James comes at me again, kissing me deep and wet all the crazy and the blood seems to melt away leaving the two of us in a space in time where there is only us. He lifts me onto a table with my back to Lion thankfully.

“Need inside you, baby.” He tugs on my shirt, yanking it over my head. Lips trailing along my neck he sets me on fire. “Want you crying out my name.” He nips at my collarbone. I come alive for him.

Only him.

My biker.

My killer.

My man.