Bane's Choice (Vampire Motorcycle Club #1) - Alyssa Day Page 0,101

accommodate his size. When he took immediate advantage, thrusting deeper and harder than ever before, she cried out and dug her nails into his back, urging him on. Urging him to take her with him to the next crest, to the next orgasm, to the next adventure.

This was the most wildly unreliable she’d ever been, and she reveled in it, she wanted it, she demanded it. His body was all long, lean muscle and beauty—so much beauty—and he was hers, blood and bone, heart and soul, in this minute, in the foreseeable future, in her dreams, in her reality. She kissed him, or he kissed her, again and again, drinking in his mouth and his heat and his need and making it her own, until she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think—until she turned into a being made up of pure, incandescent desire.

“Now,” he demanded, gasping for breath. “Come for me, Ryan. I want to feel your hot, wet body squeeze my cock. Come for me now.”

And she did, she came screaming, and everything that she was and ever had been shattered into a prism of brilliant light that lit the room like the brightest day.

Almost immediately, he shouted out his own triumph, pounding into her and convulsing, bucking his hips against her, coming and coming, until both of them, shuddering and panting for their next breaths, floated slowly back to earth together.

When the corona of light surrounding them finally dimmed, she melted against him, and her legs, feeling boneless, slid down from around his waist. He leaned his head back in the miraculously still-hot running water and let it run down his face. Then he pulled her into his arms again and kissed her, long and slow and gentle.

“Maybe sex is just better with Nephilim,” she mused, barely able to think.

“Ryan.”

She kissed him again, leisurely and oh so satiated. “Yes, Bane?”

The expression on his face was the epitome of smug male satisfaction, but she had a feeling her face carried the female version of that exact same look, so she let it slide.

He flashed a wicked grin. “How’s that for a corpora cavernosa?”

Chapter Forty

Ryan draped her boneless body over Bane’s in his new bed and snuggled up against him and into the multitude of pillows that Mrs. C must have arranged—men never thought of pillows—and sighed in sheer, blissful contentment.

“I can tell you quite honestly that I have never, ever had sex like that,” she said, her mind still completely blown.

He grinned. “Just call me Captain Orgasm.”

“I’ll never call you Captain Orgasm.”

“Your Highness, the king of Orgasmia?” He put one arm behind his head and stretched, still with that ridiculously smug grin plastered all over his face.

She lifted her head and stared at him in disbelief. “You do realize that I have access to scalpels? And sedatives that can quite literally stop your heart, right?”

In a vampire-quick movement, he flipped her over and pinned her to the bed and then started kissing her neck. “Violent little thing for a baby angel, aren’t you?”

“Hey!” She poked him in the chest. “I’m not the one who bit your neck.”

His smile faded. “Ryan. I’m so sorry for that. I promise to never—”

“No.” She put her fingers on his lips. “Don’t make any promises that might be hard to keep. Let’s play this by ear, okay?”

Bane dropped his head to her shoulder and groaned.

“It’s not that I don’t forgive you,” she rushed to tell him. “It’s just—”

“Not that. It’s Meara,” he said, yanking the sheet up to cover them both.

“What?”

The door banged open, and Meara came striding into the room. “I wondered what was taking you so long,” she said, glaring at them. “Bane, get your naked self off my plus-one. We have a ball to get ready for.”

Ryan giggled like a fool. “We already had our own ball.”

“I can see that,” Meara snapped, but a smile played at the edges of her lips. “Get up. We need to get dressed.”

“First, we need to talk about the fact that Ryan is a Nephilim,” Bane growled. “That’s more important than some stupid dance.”

Ryan, who’d been hiding under the covers, closed her eyes. “I’m not going to the ball, Meara. I’m exhausted, and I’m really not the ball kind of person. Why don’t you take Edge?”

Meara leapt onto the bed and stood staring down at them. “We’re all going to the ball. Do you want to know why?”

Bane narrowed his eyes. “Get off my bed, Meara. And why don’t you leave my bedroom while you’re at