My Vampire Idol (4 page)

“I’m here,” he responded stiffly. “I apologize for disrupting your competition, Jolene.
And for my...partner’s interruption.”

Rose could hear the astonishment in the woman’s voice. “
Disruption?
Angus, you are my hero, no mistake about it. If I weren’t so in love with Hobie that
I apparently can’t keep my hands off him in public, I would kiss you. Don’t you know?
With you two in our corner we might have a chance to win this. Hobie says you aren’t
from around here, so you might not be aware of how hard the local kids have been working.
They’ve all been doing odd jobs and spending their weekends going door to door to
get money to fill the library and rebuild the gym after the fire. No one cares about
us out here in the middle of nowhere, and we can fend for ourselves for the most part…it’s
the kids Hobie is worried about. But now that you’re here, we’ll get you to Vegas
and, if you make it to the finals, they are guaranteed some funding.”

Rose’s eyes were opened so wide she had a momentary concern they might pop out of
her head. She moved closer and Mac tensed when he sensed her behind him.

“Jolene, I appreciate your dilemma,” he said carefully. “And while I can’t actually
enter this contest of yours, I’m delighted to say I can have the money immediately
sent to the school to make the necessary repairs. It is the least I can do for your
kindness and understanding.”

Rose looked around Mac in time to see Jolene frown and shake her head adamantly, stepping
back in denial. “We couldn’t do that. The town entering this contest was really the
children’s idea, Angus. A way for us to put our name on the map while we earned the
money, you see? They don’t need a handout. They need something to root for. Something
to hope for. No one else around here seems to understand, but after hearing you sing
I thought you, of all people, would.”

Then Jolene noticed Rose and smiled kindly. “You two must have practiced a long time
to get that good. I’ve never been so…moved by a duet in all my life, Miss…?”

Rose nudged her way passed the stiff vampire and held out her hand. “Rose is my name.
And yes.
Angus
and I are a team. And I, for one, would not want to let those poor kids down. A school
without a library?” She shook her head mournfully, fighting off a smile. “That is
the biggest tragedy I can think of. We’ll be proud to represent you.”

“Will we now?” Mac spoke to her through his tight smile.

Rose went and curved her arm around Jolene’s shoulder, letting Mac see the flash of
red in her eyes. “We will. Unless you want me to call my sisters instead. They’d be
more than happy to fly out and convince you to agree.”

Maybe it was for the sheer enjoyment of watching Mac flounder as he searched for a
plausible reason to disagree. Maybe it was out of spite because he’d rejected her
and she was still in need. Or maybe it was the idea of spending a little more time
with him, showing him how to have a good time in Las Vegas and getting another crack
at seducing the stubborn Scot…she wasn’t sure, but with every awkward moment that
passed she was more convinced it was the right move.

“Come on, Angus,” she cajoled. “Let’s take our act on the road. For the kids. For
Jolene and Hobie. For fun.”

When he sighed and shook his head in resignation, Jolene jumped up and down in Rose’s
embrace and then rushed to wrap her arms affectionately around the dangerous vampire.
“I was right. You
are
our hero, Angus. I’ll get Hobie to pack our things and give the bar keys to Dickie.
I can’t wait to see you two on a Las Vegas stage! You’re both made for the spotlight.”

After Jolene disappeared in a rush Mac gripped Rose’s arm. “What game are you playing
at, demon?”

Rose smirked. “Humans call it chicken, buddy. And I so won that round.”

“Only if I agree.”

She licked her lower lip and saw his icy eyes darken at the action. “You will. You’re
her hero, Mac. How many times does a vampire get to hear
that
from a human?”

“You won’t call in the others?”

Rose shook her head. “Not until we win.”

And until she’d gotten what she wanted from the giant, sexy prude.

It could take days.

Why does your phone’s GPS say are you in Las Vegas?

Whose stupid idea was that? Do you need our help?

My stupid ideas aren’t life threatening and usually they’re a lot more fun.

Is Rose still alive? Just curious.

-Saint

“I don’t need another damn demon!” Mac tossed his phone onto the bed and stripped
off his clothes as he strode to his shower in the penthouse suite of the Venetian. 

What the hell
was
he doing in Las Vegas? Other than waiting on the steps of his home in Scotland to
be found, he could not have chosen a worse place to remain unnoticed. His kind loved
this city—everything happened at night, people went missing all the time and no one
noticed. Las Vegas was an all-you-can-eat buffet of humanity flavored with desperation
and served up warmed to perfection from the heat of the bright neon lights.

Rose. He was here because of Rose.

She was in the other shower. He could hear the water pounding against her skin as
she hummed softly under her breath. He could smell the soap she was lathering over
her breasts.

Jesus, she had beautiful breasts. And her legs… Long and strong enough to squeeze
around him as he powered inside her, his fangs sunk into those lush, tempting—

Mac swore, turning on the water to drown her out. She was a demon bounty hunter, a
member of an elite group of she-devils that had been sent after him to ensure his
retrieval. He’d expected to be trussed up and on his way to London or Louisiana by
now to face judgment in whatever court they’d assigned him to.

He hadn’t expected this.

Hobie and Jolene were in the suite one floor below, having followed them to Las Vegas,
determined to support their team. Mac had forced them to accept the luxurious accommodations
in the hotel instead of sleeping in their van. He’d been insistent—for the most part
to assuage his own guilt for wishing he’d run out on them instead of agreeing to this
ridiculous, blasted joke of a singing competition.

It was a joke, and a bad one at that. There was no way it could end well. He wanted
to be able to blame Thomas or Saint, but this dangerous decision was his, just as
it had been his choice to accept the movie deal.

Rose
had
backed him into a corner…but he’d let her.

He stepped under the spray and closed his eyes, seeing her as clearly as if she were
standing in front of him. From the moment he’d caught her scent and heard her sweet,
sexy voice twining around his, he’d known she was no ordinary demon. When she’d stood
beside him on stage, watching him with desire in her eyes—desire he could sense everyone
in the room reacting to—he wasn’t unaffected. It had pissed him off almost as much
as it turned him on.

She tempted him more than a woman had been able to in more years than he cared to
admit. Even now he wasn’t sure how he’d managed to resist, how he’d held back from
taking what she’d offered right there, against the wall in the Belly Up Bar when his
hand was up her skirt.

As hard as he’d been, if she hadn’t been a hunter, Mac knew he wouldn’t have held
back. He would have taken her on stage, right in front of the human patrons of that
small dive. Anywhere, as long as he could have her. It should have made him wary,
how strong his attraction was to this half succubus gun-for-hire.

Human. Part of her is human.

He could reach out and touch that half of her if he wanted to. Feel what she was feeling.
It would be more challenging than it was with an ordinary human—her demon blood offered
protection from enchantment and illusion…but not from emotions. He’d known Saint long
enough to know that. But then Saint had rejected so many aspects of what he was. He’d
chosen to immerse himself in humanity and used his gifts as a technophile instead
of his incubus genetics.

Rose, he sensed, didn’t put the same restrictions on herself. She made no apologies
for the part of her nature that was strong enough to override her mission to capture
him so that she could indulge in her sexual desires.

He’d heard things about the members of The Devil’s Garden. The erotic, carnal and
often violent ways they had to insure a prisoner’s obedience and submission. How many
vampires had
Rose
subdued with those thighs and the honey between them? She said that wasn’t her area,
but Mac had a hard time believing any of her sisters could hold her unique appeal.
For a man like him, her voluptuous body and playful demeanor was irresistible.

Some masochistic part of him needed to know whether or not she truly wanted him. Was
she using her gifts to distract him, to get him too hot and bothered to keep his guard
up? Or was it something more? In truth he didn’t care. Despite his denial, he wanted
her. Ruse or folly, if he was going to do this—sing on stage at one of the most popular
hotels in town—he was going to have her before he was found and taken in.

You need to get closer to her. Need to touch her to be sure.

He didn’t, but Mac gave in to the voice in his head and allowed himself to join the
steam, to become nothing more than mist as he thought of her. He’d never used this
ability to spy on a woman before, but he was beyond caring. He
needed
to see her.

When he joined her in her shower, it took every bit of restraint he had not to retake
his true form and reach for her.

She was a siren. A goddess. Every inch the daughter of a succubus. Every lush curve
designed to bring him to his knees. To give and receive pleasure. She ran her hands
across her breasts, the soft curve of her stomach and he moved closer, hypnotized.
He’d come here to get answers but…he couldn’t remember what the questions were. He
couldn’t think of anything but her wet, flushed skin, the scent that was uniquely
hers invading his senses.

She sat on the marble bench and leaned back with a contented sigh, arching her back
in a feline move that drew his attention to her hard, bitable nipples.

Spread your legs
, he begged silently and, as if she heard his request, Rose complied.

Yes.

Mac didn’t allow himself to think about what he was doing or wonder about the ramifications—he
was too consumed with lust for coherent thought. He just wanted
in.

He heard her startled moan of desire as he filled her, stroking inside her like the
fingers of a lover, thrusting slowly in and out of her sex, knowing how tightly she
would fit around his cock. He could see himself taking her here, like this. Lifting
her legs over his arms and fucking her without restraint. She could take everything
he could give. She wasn’t human. She would want more.

The possibilities were driving him crazy.

Oh you poor thing. You have no idea what you’ve been missing.

He wanted to fucking find out.

She spread her legs wider as his mist enveloped her body—curling around her nipples,
caressing her skin…fucking her.

“Yes,” she gasped. “Oh, fuck yes.”

Her hands pressed against the marbled tile on either side of her for balance as she
lifted her hips—begging him with her body. Mac gave her what she wanted, focusing
on thickening the mist, stretching her, slipping around and down until he was pressing
insistently between the cheeks of her delicious, round ass.

Rose went wild. “
Yes.
Do it. I want you to.” She stood up and turned around spreading her legs again and
placing her hands on the bench as she bent over. “Please, Mac. I’ll do anything.”

Oh God. She knew. Knew he was there and wanted him as desperately as he wanted her.
Her words had taken away what was left of his control—he realized it when his strong,
solid hands gripped her hips and his thumbs spread her cheeks for the erection pushing
against her tight, resistant muscles. “Jesus.”

“Yes,” she moaned. “Yes, fuck my ass. Take me. Make me take you.
Every—oh yes—inch.
”

What kind of power did this demon have over him? He thrust slowly inside her and growled.
“Do you like that, demon? Can you take more?”

“Everything,” she whimpered, her hips pressing impatiently back against him. “It’s
so big. So thick. Give me all of it now, Mac. Fuck me
now
.”

The dark desires inside him demanded nothing less. One hand left her hip to grip her
long, dark curls. He tugged and she shivered. “Demanding, are you? Is it a fucking
or a spanking you want?”

“Both,” she laughed breathlessly. “I’ve been imagining you spanking me since we sang.
Oh, Mac, that feels good.
Deeper
… Spanking me with your strong, rough hands…hard smacks until it stings. Until I’m
red. But I can’t move. You won’t untie me until I promise to be good.”

He bit his lip, as aroused by her words as he was by the tightness squeezing his cock.
He curled his body over her back to whisper in her ear. “Will you? Will you promise
to be a good girl for me?”

“Why don’t you try me and find out, vampire?”

A challenge. Jesus, she
was
without shame. Without fear. Seemingly without sexual limitations. It was liberating.
So freeing he would laugh if he weren’t so close to coming.

He tugged on her hair again. “You’ll get what you’re asking for, that I promise you.”
He thrust deep and they both groaned. “Rose, you’re a witch. It feels too good…”

“
Yes.
I can feel it. Don’t fucking stop.”

He couldn’t if he wanted to. Couldn’t speak, could only grip her hair and her hip,
his body helpless to do anything but pump against her, reveling in the wicked sensation.
Hard as he wanted. All that he wanted. Everything.