My Vampire Idol (Shifting Reality 3)

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“Fuck,” Mac swore and his fingers tangled in her curls as he sought to control her. “Fuck, Rose. Jesus, you can’t—oh Christ you’ll make me…Fuck.”

Yes. That. She needed him. Needed to feel him inside her. With a thought the ropes disappeared and she lifted her mouth, pushing him with all her strength until he was on his back on the hard floor. “Fuck, Mac,” she demanded through her haze. “Need it. Want it. Now.”

She could see herself through his eyes—her dark hair wild around her face, her eyes glowing red—but she couldn’t stop herself from straddling his hips and lowering her body onto his thick, delicious cock. That. She arched her back and shouted his name. That was what she needed.

“Mac!”

“I’m here,” he growled, his fingers digging into her hips. “Take it, Rose. Ride me.”

As if she had a choice. Nothing could stop the beast that had her in its thrall. The greedy soul that screamed and snarled and moaned for him. For Mac. She leaned back, her hips pounding against his, her teeth bared as she desperately sought her release.

Her body was on fire. Burning. Boiling. She could smell him. Her vampire. He smelled like Scotland. Like sex. Like her. She needed to mark him—needed his mark on her again.

She bent over him, her breasts heavy. “Bite me,” she whimpered. “Bite me, vampire. I want it. Need it.”

Wanted to be inside him, coursing through his veins as she rode him to paradise.

He groaned roughly. “Oh, Rose. Wild Rose.” Mac sank his fangs into the curve of her breast and she cried out.

“Yes!”

Her hips were pumping faster than any human could withstand, but Mac’s sounds of pleasure told her he could take everything she was giving and more. He was her match. Passion for passion. Need for need. Impossible to believe, but she could sense it. Feel them melding—their bodies in perfect harmony as the carnal melody beat through their blood.

Blood. He was taking so much of her in. She was feeding off the frenzy that was his desire. She needed more. “More!”

Mac rolled over without lifting his mouth from her breast, his hands lowering to her thighs until her knees were pressed against her chest and her legs were bent on either side of his head.

Deep. So deep. “Yes! Mac, yes.”

He growled again, the sound making her shudder as he powered inside her, jarring her with each strong thrust. Taken. Consumed. That was what she needed. What her soul craved. What her body desired.

“Fuck me. Yes, oh, yes harder. More. Take more. Take it all… Fuck, I’m coming. I need to come. Mac.”

They shouted each other’s names as they climaxed together, Mac’s lips red with her blood. She lifted her head to lick them clean and they kissed as the shockwaves washed over them.

He rolled to his side and pulled her close, the scene disappearing to reveal her hotel room, the plush rug cushioning them.

After long moments of focusing on trying to slow her racing heart, she heard Mac chuckle. “That is one neat trick you have, Rose. I could smell the burning peat, the hay on the floor.”

She shrugged. “It’s pretty common, really. Most demons can do it.”

It was true. She wasn’t like Saint or her sisters—she’d never discovered a special gift that was hers to harness.

“So what are we singing tomorrow?” She wanted to change the subject.

“I don’t know if I could. If we should,” he mumbled. “Tomorrow is almost here, and I’ll need at minimum another week in this suite before I can keep my hands off you in public. The way you affect people who knows what kind of riot we’d start with such a large audience.”

“Maybe you’re right.” Rose bit her lip. If she’d thought about it instead of acting impulsively and volunteering him for this performance, she would have realized how much danger she was putting him in. Las Vegas belonged to the demons, though vampires liked to pretend they ruled here.

Either way, this was the last place Mac should be.

She still wanted him. She wasn’t ready for this to be over.

“We could leave,” she offered, lifting up on her elbows to study him. “Have a check waiting for Jolene and Hobie and disappear someplace where no one could find us. I’m sure Saint would help.”

He opened one piercing blue eye and stared at her. “Says the hunter who came to turn me in.” Now both eyes were open, but his expression was inscrutable. “I never asked…what price lured out your Garden? What did they offer you for me?”