Reaper's Claim
I saw cold fury in his eyes and knew I’d gone too far.
His firm chest pressed into me, his angry heat radiating against my skin. His hands gripped the sides of my face, and then he whispered in my ear.
“If any other man touches you, I’ll kill him. I own you.”
And then his lips slammed into mine.
From the moment Abby first lays eyes on Kade Wilson, he’s as repellent to her as oil to vinegar. Nicknamed The Reaper for his brutish nature, he’s a deadly biker from a rival club. But no matter how much she tries to shake him, every attempt to sever ties ends with her tangled in his sheets, drenched in his sweat. Can Abby quit her addiction to The Reaper before he lays claim to her? Does she even want to?
Age Rating: 18+
Unclaimed
ABBY
All I’d ever known was the club.
Ever since I first learned to walk, I’d walked next to bikers.
Tattooed, criminal bikers who’d snap a man’s neck as soon as you look at him.
They weren’t scary to me. In fact, I found them comforting.
My dad Roach was the club prez, and this gave my twin sister and me protection from his men and their wandering fingers.
Not that I was complaining. I loved the wild nights in the bar, serving drinks to his rowdy men from the day I turned fourteen. If I could do it all again, I would.
I never questioned anything about my life. Not until I met him.
They called him Reaper, and he was one of the most feared men in my father’s club. He was sworn to one of our charters, but that didn’t stop him from being even more famous than my dad himself.
And he wasn’t only terrifying. He was fucking gorgeous. Built like a mountain, with a rough beard and rougher face, he was the kind of guy who could make a girl faint just by turning those green eyes on her.
The moment we met, we were like magnets, and we couldn’t keep away from each other. But I was only sixteen, and Reaper was a gentleman. He refused to take me.
But he did make me a promise. He swore to come back when I turned eighteen and ravage me.
As the years passed, I couldn’t stop dreaming about his burning eyes, his electric touch, his firm, muscular body against mine.
Now, on the night of my eighteenth birthday, I couldn’t help but wonder…
Would he really come back?
Would he finally claim me?
