Page 6 of Ryder’s Storm

When he closed the door behind him and stood outside in the cool night, he looked down the hill. The lights sparkled. He loved the view from up here, where he could see all of San Francisco. He wasn’t in the mood to go home and use his own hand to find the satisfaction he needed. Tonight, he had to find a woman who was willing to slake his lust.

“Guess I’m going clubbing after all,” he murmured to himself and hailed a cab to take him to a club that would be teeming with women tonight.

“The Mezzanine in SOMA please,” he told the cab driver and settled in for the short ride.

The Mezzanine was a nightclub that had been around for several decades. Amaury, one of Scanguards’ directors had been a part-owner of the club for a long time. When one of his twin sons, Damian, had shown interest in the club, he’d handed the management over to him and arranged for Samson to buy the other half of the club for his son Patrick. Now, Damian and Patrick, both hybrid vampires, ran the club on the side, while still working as bodyguards for Scanguards.

They had remodeled the club extensively, and it had become a hotspot in San Francisco’s nightlife. The bouncers were vampires and assured that the clientele remained classy. Anybody who exhibited any kind of violence on the premises was promptly removed and barred for life.

Ryder flashed his Scanguards ID at the bouncer, who waved him through, past the waiting line that stretched nearly half a block. Inside, music droned, and lights flashed in the rhythm of the music. The dance floor was packed, and the crowd seemed to move in synch like a flock of birds. Ryder let his eyes roam. He couldn’t see his brother, nor anybody else he knew. He took that as a good sign. He didn’t like the idea of Ethan watching him as he tried to pick up a girl. He was a little rusty in that department.

Ryder strode down the stairs that led to the dance floor and paved his way through the throng of dancing women and men to get to the bar. It wasn’t as easy as it sounded. There was definitely an abundance of women and a shortage of men. Every other woman he passed put her hands on him, trying to pull him toward her, her intentions clear. If he wanted to, he could pick anyone. But for some reason, none appealed to him.

Despite their skimpy outfits, their perfect make-up, and their unmistakable offers, he wasn’t even close to getting hard, when just entering Vera’s club he’d been ready and raring to go. But in a nightclub with a whole army of sex-hungry women, he didn’t see a single woman whom he wanted to touch.

Maybe a drink was in order, though alcohol did very little for a vampire. It would take gallons of hard liquor to get a vampire even slightly inebriated. But perhaps a drink would make him feel more comfortable in this environment. It took a while until he reached the bar, where the three bartenders were inundated with orders. Ryder let his gaze roam while he waited for his turn.

When somebody elbowed him in the side, Ryder spun around, ready to punch the person. Instead, a woman with long black curls, her back to him, bumped into him, and only Ryder’s vampire-speed reaction saved them both from crashing to the floor. He caught the woman beneath her armpits to put her back on her feet, and now saw the reason why she’d lost her balance. A rather drunk guy who looked like a surfer, was trying to grab her and force her to dance with him. Ryder let go of the girl and stepped past her to confront the surfer dude.

“She doesn’t wanna dance with you. So piss off!” Ryder growled and felt his fangs lengthen. His eyes were probably already flashing red, but inside the club, he wasn’t concerned about his vampire side emerging. An abundance of colored lights in the club could easily explain his red eyes away as a reflection.

The surfer dude withdrew with a stunned look on his face. Ryder watched him retreat and turned back to the girl to see if she was all right.

The question was already on his lips, but Ryder froze, unable to say a single word. The girl just stood there, looking straight at him. Long black hair framed her heart-shaped face. Her eyes were of a stunning blue, and her lashes thick and rich. Her cheeks were flushed, and her lips red and plump. She wore a short black skirt and a bustier that revealed more than it concealed, keeping her midriff bare. Her breasts were petite, and her skin creamy and unblemished. Instinctively his gaze swept to her neck where her carotid artery pulsed as if it was sending him a secret message in Morse code.

Ryder’s cock turned hard in a second. He couldn’t tell how old the girl was, but he knew she had to be over twenty-one, or she would have been turned away at the door. That was reassuring, because what he wanted from her was definitely… yeah, most definitely nothing for an underage virgin.

“Hi,” he said, his throat as dry as sandpaper. “I’m Ryder.”

She licked her lips and took a step closer. Only an inch or two separated their bodies now. She lifted her face to him and sucked in a long breath, drawing his eyes to her cleavage as it rose with her breath.

Fuck! He couldn’t look away. Couldn’t step back. Without any conscious thought, he put his arm around her waist and pulled her to him, bringing her body flush with his.

Her lips parted, and a breath rushed from her lungs, but she didn’t free herself from him. Instead, she pressed her pelvis to his. He felt her stomach rub against his hard-on, while she locked eyes with him.

“What’s your name?”

“Sara,” she said. “Dance with me.”

Sara put her arms around him, and slid one hand on his ass, as they started moving to the rhythm of the music. What they did could hardly be called dancing, because they didn’t move from their spot close to the bar, their feet remaining firmly planted on the ground, only their bodies writhing. With every second of feeling Sara rub herself against him, clearly fully aware of his arousal, Ryder’s heart beat faster. He dipped his head to her neck and inhaled the aroma of her skin.

“Let me feel you,” she murmured in his ear.

He slid one hand on her backside and squeezed one cheek, drawing her harder against his rampant cock. “Is that what you want?” he replied. “My cock?”

At the word, she moaned, and Ryder couldn’t help himself and inserted one leg between her thighs.

“That’s it,” she said, clinging to him as she began riding his thigh.

Fuck! What was happening here? He hadn’t given her more than his name, and already they were practically fucking. Yet, he couldn’t stop himself, couldn’t find the decency to pull back. He was instinctively drawn to her. She was probably drunk, or why else would she allow him to touch her like this? His good upbringing and manners dictated that he stop this madness, but apparently he’d left his upbringing and manners at the door.

Ryder felt Sara’s breasts crushed against his chest, loving the feel of them hugging his hard muscles. He lifted his head from her tempting neck and met her gaze. Her eyes were dilated, her breath choppy, and her lips inviting.

He captured her mouth and drank her in. She kissed him back without hesitation, allowing him to explore her with his tongue, while he used his hands to guide her hips and make her ride his thigh with an increased tempo.

All of a sudden, he felt her shudder in his arms and realized that she’d climaxed. He ripped his lips from hers and stared at her, stunned. Her blue eyes were even more beautiful now, and in them he saw raw desire and unbridled lust.

“I need you to take me…” She slid her palm over his erection.