The Biker's Gift (Royal Bastards MC)

by Landis, Nikki

  “You’re mixing up your pop culture,” I joked, nipping at her earlobe with my teeth. “That’s a Top Gun reference.”

  “It sure is,” she whispered huskily. “You gonna do it or not?”

  Whistles and catcalls followed us out of the bar as we made our way down the hall and into my room. Correction, our room. Backing inside, I kicked the door shut as I pinned her up against it, thrusting my hips once so she could feel my arousal.

  “You make me weak, woman.”

  “Should you be admitting that?” she teased, biting on her lower lip as I groaned.

  “I’ll admit anything as long as you stay with me, Sasha.” My words were far more serious than I intended but I wasn’t lying. “Me and you, we belong together.”

  She tilted her head to the side, gazing up at me from between her thick, dark lashes. “I think so too.”

  I leaned in as my eyes locked on hers. “Mine.”

  “Yours,” she agreed, sliding her hand up my shoulder and to my cheek, brushing her fingers over my beard.

  Her words sparked a fire in my veins, and I needed more.

  Sash’s lips lowered to my chest and her warm tongue glided over my skin before she pressed kisses to my neck and up along my jaw. The way her little mouth moved sensually along my flesh before hovering above my lips had my cock straining against the fabric of this bodysuit. I’d never be able to return it if I gizzed on the damn thing, not to mention the fact that I’d probably rip it off before then.

  Her gaze was so full of lust and sin that I thrust against her again, pushing my erection into her hot and needy core. “You’re the sexiest fucking thing I’ve even seen,” I admitted as her lips parted and she panted, swiveling her hips to match the rhythm of mine.

  Unable to resist, I claimed her lips, one hand sliding through her hair as I cupped the back of her head while I devoured her mouth, nipping and sucking at her lips before tangling her tongue against my own. It was sensual as fuck. I never wanted this moment to end.

  “This is in the way,” I whispered huskily, lifting her shirt over her head. The bra followed as I trailed my eyes down her body and admired the heavy swell of her breasts. My head lowered as I captured a rosy nipple into my mouth, licking at the tight little nub as it hardened. Moving to the other breast, I worshipped her sexy tits.

  Sasha was making sexy little noises and mews that would soon send me over the edge. Her hips bucked against my own and a thrill raced through my body at the thought of burying my cock deep inside her. I’d fucked Sasha the last time we were together, used her body for mutual pleasure, but I hadn’t shown her what it was like to be my woman.

  Tonight, I’d make love to her because it was different now. Everything had changed.

  I cradled the back of her head as I captured her mouth in another kiss, my lips lingering against her own as I moved slowly against her, my hands locked around her wrists as I held them in place. Impatient, I pulled her closer and moved away from the wall, approaching the bed. She was so soft, her curves pressed up against my body that was hard as steel and filled with need.

  Walking us backward, I landed on the bed and rolled so that she was pinned beneath me. Molding her waist and hips with my hands, I reached for the zipper of her skirt and tugged it down, yanking the material down her long sexy legs and over her feet. My eyes closed as I immediately inhaled and smelled the sweet aroma of her arousal. Growling low, I lowered to my stomach and spread her thighs apart, hooking my thumbs into her lace thong before ripping it off.

  Sasha gasped. “Bodie.”

  The bodysuit constricted my movement and I hissed with displeasure, standing briefly to tear it off my body. Pieces of material flew all over the room. Sasha was panting, her eyes wide. I’d gone commando on purpose. Easy access.

  “That was sexy as fuck, Bodie.”

  Grinning, I resumed the position, angling my body between the sweetest, thickest thighs I had ever had the pleasure of sliding between. I’d been right before. Her pussy was addictive. I wanted to bury inside her warmth right away but held back. She was going to come at least once before I sheathed myself in her slick and aching hole. I would own that pussy after tonight and she’d never forget it.

  My teeth nipped at the sensitive skin of her upper thigh before I licked my lips, gazing at her perfect little cunt. Pressing a finger on her clit, I enjoyed the way her body jolted as she grabbed the sheets.

  “Bodie! Don’t tease me.”

  Chuckling, I kept rubbing little circles as she moaned. My mouth closed over her pussy and I flicked my tongue at her clit, turned on by all the noises she was making. It wasn’t long before I was plunging my fingers inside her and sucking on her clit at the same time, holding her hips in place as she bucked and writhed in my arms. My fingers were digging into her hips as I nibbled on her clit again and she barreled over the edge. Her release flooded my mouth and I licked, sucked, and lapped at her for long minutes, completely wrapped up in my woman.

  I backed away slightly, wrapping my fingers around my swollen and aching cock as I stroked slowly up and down the length. Sasha’s eyes were liquid pools of emerald as she lifted her arms and I moved into place, rubbing my crown against her wet lower lips.

  “Bodie.”

  Teasing her further, I rubbed the tip of my cock over her clit a few times.

  “Bodie!”

  “What is it, baby?”

  “I need you inside me.”

  “That was what I needed to hear,” I growled, before plunging deep in one firm thrust.

  The minutes ticked by as I alternated between slow, gliding strokes and faster, deeper, thrusts that caused our bodies to break out in a sweat. Pushing into her over and over, I reached for her hand and intertwined our fingers as I squeezed tight. A look of tenderness crossed over her features as the pleasure between us continued to climb.

  When Sasha’s orgasm sent her over the edge, I soon followed after, kissing her greedily as my body found its own release. Eyes locked on one another, neither of us moved. I finally said the words that I had wanted to say since the second I realized Sasha was missing.

  “I love you.”

  Blinking, she flushed and then tears filled her eyes. “I love you, too.”

  Rolling to the side, I pulled her into my arms and held her close, determined to make sure she understood my commitment, my feelings, and my loyalty. Sasha was the only woman for me now.

  “Bodie?”

  “Yeah, baby?”

  “Why did you choose to be a Reaper?”

  Swallowing hard, I tucked her head beneath my chin as I answered with the truth, something no one knew besides my prez Grim. Not even Lucky knew everything.

  “I chose the Devil’s Ride for revenge,” I admitted. “For the man who raped and killed my younger sister.”

  Sasha trembled. “I can understand that. I’m sorry.”

  “Her name was Missy,” I replied softly. “It was a long time ago.”

  “Do you regret it?”

  I wasn’t sure if she meant my choice or the shit I had done since making that choice. “I don’t. I am who I am. I can’t change that.”

  “I don’t want to you to change. You’re perfect just as you are.”

  Snorting with mild amusement, I lifted her up higher on my chest. “As long as you think so, baby, I’m good.”

  Sasha turned her head and lifted the end of a strand of twinkling white lights she’d hung above our headboard. “Bodie?”

  “Yeah?”

  “I want you to tie me up.”

  Sitting up, I was instantly hard again.

  “With the lights.”

  I had the strand down on the bed before she could say another word. “I can’t wait to watch your face as you come apart in my arms and the lights show off that sexy glow.”

  Laughing, she pushed me down on my back and straddled my hips. “I want to ride you a little first.”

  Fuck. This woman was perfection.

  I’d gotten the best gift for
Christmas this year.

  And I wasn’t going to waste it.

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  #2 Devil’s Ride

  #3 Ridin’ for Blood

  #4 TBA

  The Biker’s Gift (Christmas Novella)

  The Tonopah, NV Chapter:

  Prez – Grim “Grim Reaper”

  VP – Mammoth

  Enforcer – Rael “Azrael, Angel of Death”

  Secretary – Wraith

  Treasurer – Han “Hannibal”

  Road Captain – Patriot (Marine)

  SGT at Arms – Daniel “Lucky”

  Member – Lance “Lancelot”

  Member – Bodie

  Member – Xenon (Tech Spec.)

  Member – Exorcist

  Prospect – Toad

  Prospect – Shadow

  Playlist:

  Devil Gets Your Soul – Saint Asonia

  Heads Will Roll – Sum 41

  Blood – Breaking Benjamin

  Ghost – Saint Asonia

  Dead Flowers – Demon Hunter

  Can Anybody Hear Me – Threering

  Dear God – Avenged Sevenfold

  Straight to Hell – Ozzy Osborne

  Bad Man – Esterly

  Uninvited – Red Sun Rising

  Vermilion, Part II – Slipknot

  Blue Christmas – Elvis Presley

  You can listen here: The Biker’s Gift Playlist

  Sneak Peek at Ridin’ for HELL

  Royal Bastards Tonopah, NV Chapter

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  “You’re a bastard!”

  Chuckling, the thought of her anger only made my dick grow harder. “You mean a Royal Bastard? You’d be correct, kitten. That’s exactly what the fuck I am.”

  Hissing at my response, she fought while I shoved a knee between her supple thighs and felt the rising heat scorch through the material of my jeans. She could lie all she wanted.

  Nylah wanted me as much as I wanted her.

  One of her hands lifted to scratch my face and I caught her wrist, pinning it hard against the wall. “Shield your claws, little hellcat. You don’t want to play that game with me.”

  Chest heaving, she dared to lean forward and try to headbutt me in the face. Snarling, my inner demons found pleasure in the wild mixture of her defiance, arousal, and strong disdain. She may hate me for this, but I was going to take my little hellcat and fuck her until she purred.

  “Careful, little hellcat, I enjoy it rough.”

  She scoffed, pissing me off. “Are you always this sweet and charming?”

  I didn’t like her attitude or her sarcasm. Her eyes sparkled with mischief and mild amusement which only provoked and prodded my Reaper. Aggravated, I decided to wipe that smirk off her face. I pressed harder against her until her tits were crushed by my abs.

  “You want sweet and charming?” I growled, delighted at the thought that I would piss her off with my next words. “Get down on your knees and I’ll be as charming as you want.”

  Her expression immediately changed, fire flashing in those snapping green eyes. Insulted, she fought my hold and succeeded – only because I allowed it – and let her hand fly as I took the stinging slap against my cheek without flinching. I didn’t even blink as I held her furious gaze, a slow, wide grin spreading across my face. She didn’t appreciate my reaction and I doubt she expected it. In fact, it only served to agitate her more. The second time her hand rose I caught her wrist in the air and pinned it back against the wall like the other, nearly laughing at how easy it was to subdue her even when she was pissed.

  “Fight me, little hellcat,” I challenged. “Go for it. Give me all you got but don’t think for one minute you’re the one in control.”

  “Fuck you!” she shouted, and I had to admire her grit.

  “Sweet and charming won’t keep my club safe. It won’t keep you safe, kitten. So it’s best you learn right here and now that I’m the one in charge. I’m the one who makes the hard choices and fights the battles. It’s my fuckin’ word on the line and my ass that makes sure we all survive another day. All I need from you,” I paused and licked my lips, “is to tell me that you enjoy my big dick and you’re ready to be fucked.” She gasped, turning bright red. “In fact, I’m happy just to hear you cry out my name over and over again as I give you my cock until your legs shake and you can’t remember your name.”

  Grinding my lower half against her, I made sure she didn’t have any doubts.

  “You’re despicable.”

  “I’m a man,” I retorted, “with needs.”

  The movement of my dick drew her gaze downward and she turned a deeper shade of crimson.

  “You don’t bother me,” she insisted, lifting her chin higher. “I’m no stranger to an erection.”

  Her comment immediately pissed me off. She was full of sass, irritatingly full of herself, and annoyingly smart. Nylah didn’t care about the consequences of her words. Full of fire, she owned every ounce of her venomous and sarcastic tongue. A tongue I wanted to lean in and capture with my mouth, sucking and licking, tangling with my own until she purred like the good little kitten that I knew she was.

  My hellcat was earning herself a hell of a spanking later. The image of her tipped over my knees, and her sweet, heart-shaped ass on full display while I swatted her naughty little bottom made me groan aloud. With a snarl, I leaned in closer until our lips were only an inch apart. Her heated breath brushed against mine as my body went rigid. I was hard as diamond and it wouldn’t take much to push me over the edge.

  “Tell me you’re not wet,” I demanded, inhaling and finding the sweet scent of her arousal in the air.

  “What?” she screeched.

  “Tell me you’re not wet, kitten, and I’ll walk away right now.”

  She bit her lip, refusing to answer.

  “Be honest or I’m gonna slide my fingers into your panties and find out myself.”

  Without much effort, I held both of her wrists in one hand as the other slid down her stomach and rested at her waist. Slowly and deliberately, I dragged my fingers across her sensitive skin and dipped them inside the waistband of her yoga pants.

  “Answer me,” I demanded in a deep, husky voice. “Are you wet for me, Nylah?”

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  Sneak Peek at Vindicator

  THE FRONT ENTRANCE of the female’s dwelling was blown open as a landing crew of Zhorn filed into the main living quarters. I snatched the human up and into my arms as I dashed toward the long, sleek planes of rectangular glass. The windows would never withstand any kind of attack as I glanced downward. A small metal staircase led to the asphalt below. Our only chance of escape.

  The window slid open easily and I slipped through as fat droplets of rain began to drip from her planet’s atmosphere. I’d heard of this wetness before but never experienced it. I didn’t like the soggy feeling that soon penetrated my clothes or the dripping that leaked all over the human and made her shiver. On my home world precipitation was synthesized and scheduled at specific intervals, easily avoided. These humans were so primitive.

  I led her to the stairs and slowly shut the window mere seconds before the Zhorn entered her sleeping space. We began our quick descent as she wrapped her arms and legs around my torso, groggy from the nap she’d been taking. A small whimper echoed in my ear followed by the warmth of her breath. She squeezed her eyes shut as I held her closer and broke into a run. In order for the transport to reach us and not draw attention, we had to get to a less congested space. Too late, I realized I could have gone upward to the roof of her facility.

  My communicator located the closest satellite and popped up a map. We were less than two miles from something called a park with a field and plenty of trees around the perimeter to shield us from discovery. Perfect. I tapped into my comm device and hailed Valtus.


  “Commander, I have the transport ready to leave on your mark.”

  “Send it to these coordinates.” I spoke the location and signed off as I picked up speed. The rain fell heavily and was followed by loud booms and crackles that nearly shook the ground beneath my feet. My hearts were beating fast by the time we approached the entrance. The park gates were wide open, and I didn’t hesitate to dash inside. In only minutes, we had made it to the field.

  The human’s scream was followed by her tightening hold as she clung to my frame and tried to climb me like a ladder. The Zhorn had caught up to us.

  “I will protect you,” I promised as I untangled her limbs from mine and stood in front, effectively blocking the female from the seeking rebels.

  Rage exploded from my chest and without thinking I let my hood fall back and the cloak fall down to the ground in a heap. I couldn’t fight off the enemy without using my abilities and this wasn’t the time to worry about the female’s reaction. Her life was in danger and I needed to protect her from the imminent threat. I’d deal with her response later.

  My spine extended outward as I bent forward, and I felt the row of quills rise upward as my spine lengthened and my back cracked. Vision sharpening, I knew my senses were now hyperaware and in defensive mode. My claws pushed through the flesh in my knuckles as I flexed. The Braxtharian war cry launched from my throat seconds before I barreled into the first Zhorn. The smooth red scales of his outer plating shifted as my claws slid down two of his bulky arms. Roaring with frustration, I ducked down and charged into his chest, knocking the seven-foot-tall barbarian into the nearest tree.

  The female screamed and I spun to find two of the Zhorn advancing on her the moment my back was turned. Cowards! They worked in tandem to distract me from the female, hoping her vulnerability would provide the opportunity needed to capture their prize.

  Not while I breathed and lived would she come to harm.

  The Zhorn grossly underestimated my ability to protect the female. I was ruthless and didn’t stop until every last one lay in pieces on the ground. Several bodies were ripped entirely in half while scattered and severed limbs lay next to the vacant eyes of the dead. Red scales bobbed in pools of blue blood and buoyant in various spots, floating in a current as the stream trickled down the nearest hill courtesy of the Earth’s precipitation.