Bane's Choice (Vampire Motorcycle Club #1) - Alyssa Day Page 0,17
him. Then she glanced up to see that his eyes held the same confusing mix of emotions that she’d heard in his voice, or at least as much as she could actually read emotion from glowing blue eyes.
Maybe he really was thinking about pulling out his axe and murdering her.
“Do you have an axe?”
This time, he blinked. “A what?”
“An axe. Are you an axe murderer, here to kill me to shut me up, so I don’t tell anybody about your magical patient kidnapping? Not like anybody would ever believe me, but what the hell. Go ahead.” She swung around, looking for…what?
“I won’t kill you unless I have to,” he said in a reasonable voice that almost deceived her into not hearing that he would kill her if he had to.
She turned to face him. “I don’t know what to say to that. I really have to give up drinking.”
His gaze, inexplicably, lowered to her neck. “I don’t think I’ll ever give up drinking,” he drawled, and even his voice was sexier than hell.
Whew.
“You need to listen to me, Doctor.”
She glanced up at him. “I don’t think so. And quit talking to me with that weird, buzzing voice. It tickles my brain.”
His eyes widened. “What did you say?”
“I said, the voice thing. And I don’t even know your name or how you’re here or why an axe murderer stole my patient and then stalked me at home, so I think you should go. Now.”
He started to speak, but then, before she could react or run or even think about running, he was somehow right in front of her, hands on her arms.
“How did you do that? Nobody can move that fast.”
He stared down at her, and his eyes weren’t just glowing anymore; they were burning balls of blue flame, and his lips twitched as if he were fighting a grin.
“Are you drunk?
“Well, duh.” She rolled her eyes in case he’d missed the sarcasm.
He muttered an impressive string of swear words under his breath. “Why can you resist my Voice?”
“Dude. You may be freaking gorgeous, but you’re not irresistible. And get your hands off me.”
He released her so abruptly she swayed a little, or maybe that was the wine. She couldn’t help it, then—she started laughing. An expression of wide-eyed shock spread across his face.
“Are you…are you laughing at me?”
“You don’t get to tell me what to do, Buster. I don’t even know your name. And anyway, you’re not even real.”
“My name is Bane, and I certainly am real,” he ground out. “I don’t know why the compulsion isn’t working on you, but it did, at least briefly, when I touched you at the hospital, so—”
She laughed even harder. “Oh, sure. The old ‘the compulsion isn’t working, so let me feel you up’ line. Hey, does that ever work for you? Also, Bane? What kind of name is that? What are you, a superhero?”
He shoved his hair out of his face with both hands. Or maybe he was clutching his head.
Maybe both.
“You’re the most infuriating woman I have ever met in three hundred years of existence.”
She rolled her eyes. “Please. Exaggerate much? You’re the most infuriating man I’ve ever met in twenty-nine years of existence, and I know surgeons. From Harvard. Pretty hard to top, in other words.”
She looked him up and down, and suddenly annoyance turned to something else. Something darker. Dirtier.
Delicious.
She wanted another bottle of wine or two.
Or hot sex.
With him.
Yeah, definitely that last one.
Because if her hallucination had developed to the point of appearing with lights, action, and surround sound, she might as well get something out of the deal before she checked out, right?
“I don’t think I like the look on your face,” he said, his eyes narrowing. “What are you thinking?”
She could feel the slow, wicked smile as it spread across her face. “I’m thinking you’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen in my life, which is empirical proof that you don’t exist.”
It was the strangest thing, but she could have sworn her hallucination blushed. There was definitely a hint of dark red at his cheekbones that hadn’t been there before.
“But—”
She laughed. “No. No buts in my fantasies. Enough talking. Take off your clothes.”
Chapter Nine
This was not how things were supposed to go.
On the other hand, Bane was willing to adapt to changing circumstances.
“Now you’re talking,” he said. Then he yanked his shirt off and threw it on the floor.
Ryan gasped. “You…oh. You can’t possibly look that good. I don’t know where I’d even get