My Vampire Idol(6)

He’d mentioned several times that she was his favorite from the demon side of his family tree, which is why he kept an eye on her, but that wouldn’t last long if she went through with the plan. Upsetting Saint by collecting a bounty on his roommate could be dangerous.

On the other hand, this could be her last job for the vampires. One last hunt. As much as she liked her cousin, he’d spent too much time with humans on that computer game he’d created. He’d been sheltered. He didn’t know what life as a demon was truly like after the trials. He didn’t understand what she lived with every day. He had it easy…he didn’t talk to his siblings.

So why was she still hesitating? Better her than another hunter. She and her sisters had a reputation for always getting the job done with the least amount of bloodshed. A six-pack of dynamite—each a gifted and sexually charismatic Halfling born of one infamously dangerous succubus and sired by a different human father—they were in such high demand that they could name their price. And the price for Mac was high enough that Rose could finally get out from under her debt to her family and start her own life. Finally be free.

His voice was her problem. His beautiful brooding, bearded face was her problem. His body was definitely a problem. But most of all—his voice.

Damn, it was sexy. Full of longing and loss, passion and regret. At least she knew that vampires couldn’t charm her kind. No creature could. That was why hunting was a valid demonic career choice. High demand and very little risk.

Still, there was no denying her reaction to it, to him. Or the imp riding on her shoulder that told her she could wait a little bit longer to call in the cavalry. He wasn’t going anywhere.

And he was singing one of her favorite songs.

Between Saint’s warning and her reaction, she might have to make some quick adjustments to her original plan.

Adjustment number one was obvious—sex. She was going to have to seduce him. To feel the scratch of his beard across her breasts and hear his voice growling her name as he spread her legs wide and took what he needed. Rose wanted him, so she would have him. When it came to these types of physical urges, she couldn’t deny herself. It was a family trait she’d learned to embrace. She would ride the Scottish vampire until her desire was sated. Feed off his passion as his fangs sank into her soft flesh until they were both consumed.

It could take days.

A soft moan drew her attention to the young woman sitting beside the blank-faced boy. Oh dear. The girl had her hand underneath the table, her chair squeaking loudly as she rocked back and forth, making it obvious to anyone that might be looking what she was doing as she sought her own release.

“My fault,” Rose muttered apologetically, focusing on pulling herself together. The pushing wasn’t something she did on purpose—it was involuntary. Like the hiccups…only with orgasms.

It was a gift she’d never been able to control, unlike the rest of the women in her family. They used it like a weapon. Pushed and pulled to get what they wanted. Rose had always wished for that kind of discipline, but all she could do was stay away from dirty movies and situations where public displays of affection were unusual enough to be noticed.

Situations like this one.

She saw the vampire’s fingers hesitate, watched his eyes narrow and focus on the woman at the table. Empathy. He could feel the girl’s desire. Desire Rose had caused because it belonged to her.

At the moment, she’d rather have all his attention, and there was only one way to make that happen without stripping down and standing in front of the stage.

She opened her mouth and started to sing.

Her voice carried over the near-empty bar as she moved closer to the stage, harmonizing with his husky baritone and causing an old man sitting alone at a nearby table to whistle wildly.

She could see the storm erupt in his beautiful wintry blue eyes, though he didn’t sound rattled at all. Their voices merged with an ease that pleased her, but only seemed to increase his ire.

Didn’t he hear it? How perfectly matched they were? How powerful? She knew sex with him would be the same. Just as intuitive and passionate.

Rose’s skin warmed and her blood heated with each new verse. They would fit so well together.

She couldn’t wait.

Mac’s expression told her he knew what she was and why she was here. Demon hunter. He would make her pay for taking this moment away from him.

Rose wanted to pay. She would get on her knees and let him punish her until they were both hoarse from screaming out their pleasure. Those large hands, so delicately strumming the strings of the guitar, could control her as easily. Pin her down. Spank her. Tie her up. She could pretend to be an innocent virgin taken by the bloodthirsty Highlander.