My Vampire Idol(12)

She went still in his arms for a moment before pulling away and reaching for the soap, handing it to him without making eye contact. “Thank you.” Her words sounded forced. “I’m glad we got that out of the way, aren’t you? Now we can focus on the contest.”

Mac washed himself without taking his eyes from her. What was she up to now? She’d stepped onto the stage and pushed herself into his life, throwing herself at him, giving herself to him…and what? He was supposed to leave now that she’d gotten what she wanted?

To hell with that. “If you really want to thank me you’ll go dry yourself off, walk to the middle of the room and get on your knees until I come to you.”

Dark eyes met his, startled. “Excuse me?”

He rinsed himself off, his cock hardening again in his hand as he studied her body. “I want you to know I won’t neglect your breasts. They are too delectable to ignore. I will be spending quite a bit of time on them, but only after I give you the spanking you’ve been asking for. The one you so richly deserve.”

Her cheeks flushed and she pushed her wet hair away from her face. She liked the idea. “Now?”

“I could be taken at any moment,” he mused, still stroking his erection. “Now is all the time we have, Rose. And the longer you hesitate, the longer I will punish you by making you wait.”

She left the shower and he forced himself to hold back. To give her time. He needed a little of that himself. He licked his lips, still tasting the tang of her blood on his tongue, knowing nothing would ever be as sweet. No woman would have the same allure.

If he were going to die soon, he would be grateful that he’d been given such a succulent last meal.

He planned to enjoy every bloody drop.





Chapter Four




She might need to adapt her plan again, Rose mused as she knelt naked on the plush rug of her hotel bedroom and waited to see what Mac would do to her. She wasn’t sure a few days was going to be enough, but any longer and her sisters would come looking for her. Not because they worried about her well-being, but because those were Magnolia’s rules.

If she said she hadn’t found him, would they know she was lying?

The instant Mac’s desire touched her in the shower she’d known he was there. She’d been planning to go to him anyway, unwilling to wait for what she wanted so desperately. His bold move made it easier. Better. And the sex had been exactly what she’d known it would be. Powerful. Wild and potent.

The tenderness afterward had thrown her. Vampires weren’t tender. If she were being honest with herself, neither were most demons, but all the vampires she’d ever known could have been made of cold stone.

Mac was anything but cold.

He wanted to spank her. She shivered deliciously, impatient for his touch. It was another way she differed from most of her sisters. Magnolia, Ivy and a few of the others loved to make men kneel. To dominate. They used their wiles to crush their partners beneath their heels and force them to beg for pleasure.

Rose had no desire to conquer…she just wanted to play. Wanted to be touched, to be marked. By Mac.

What was it about him? Most of his kind were attractive, even beautiful. In fact Mac was probably the most ruggedly masculine vampire around, broad-shouldered and thickly muscled from his days as a highland warrior. He was big all over—she smiled, remembering how completely he filled her. Claimed her, the way a shifter would. Tugged her hair as he bit her, his lust drowning her with its power.

She slid her hand between her thighs, needy again. His passion matched hers, despite his so-called restraint. She’d touched it. Knew it. He wanted to play just as badly as she did.

An idea started to form in her mind. A way to surprise him while still obeying his command. To give them both an unforgettable night, and to fulfill her brand new fantasy.

She looked around the luxurious suite and watched as the walls disappeared, replaced by an open cottage of stone. The carpet faded, leaving nothing but a smattering of hay on the dirt floor. The fireplace blazed, heating her skin as she—in nothing but a sheer chemise—knelt facing the front door, her arms stretched wide and over her head where they’d been tied to two firm posts.

Rose bit the inside of her cheek. He’d never been with a demon before. Would he appreciate her ability to project—to bring a fantasy into reality? The door opened. She was going to find out.

Mac came out of the bathroom, calmly drying his hair with a towel—until he noticed what she’d done. “What in the hell—”

She glanced down and licked her lips. He was born to wear a kilt. Maybe she could talk him into keeping it for their performance. No woman in the audience would be able to resist him.