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Authors: R. G. Alexander
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“You’ve ruined me, Rose. I can’t wait another
minute.”
“We have enough time,” she soothed him again, breathless. “Take me here. Take whatever
you need.”
“I’ll never get enough.” Mac slid his hand over her thigh-high stockings and under
her short, tempting skirt. “Every time I touch you, I want more. Every time I taste
you—” He shuddered. “Rose, I need to taste you again.”
She tilted her neck with a submissive smile and he realized she thought he meant her
blood. Mac dropped to his knees in front of her, watching her lips part on a gasp
when she realized what he wanted. “Let me.”
She lifted her skirt without a word and Mac buried his face between her legs, inhaling
her scent through the white lace panties. “I’ll never get enough,” he repeated, groaning
against her sex.
He spread her legs with his shoulders and tugged her underwear to one side, revealing
her to his gaze. She was perfect for him. The lips of her sex were pink and full…already
so wet. “I’ll make you sing, demon.”
“Mac.”
He lifted his hands to spread her open for his tongue. “Sing for me, Rose.” He leaned
forward and filled her with his tongue. No gentle teasing strokes. Not flicks or nips.
He had no patience. He had to taste her. To claim her one last time.
She cried out, one hand dropping from her skirt to grip the back of his head, holding
him close. “Yes, Mac. Fuck me like that. Make me come.” She rocked her hips against
his mouth, lifting one leg over his shoulder so he could press deeper. Faster. Taste
more.
God, she was sin and sugar and everything he’d ever wanted. And she loved it. Loved
everything he did to her. He moaned and she tightened her grip in his hair.
“Please, Mac. Oh fuck, don’t stop. Don’t ever stop,” she moaned and he smiled, tasting
the new flood of her arousal on his tongue. She never wanted him to stop.
He loved that about her.
“He has to stop eventually Rose.” The dry female voice made every muscle in his body
tense. “First of all, even a vampire’s tongue would get tired, and secondly? We do
have a show to perform.”
Rose lowered her leg. “Magnolia.”
Mac prepared for an attack, ready to do whatever was necessary to protect Rose. He
stood slowly and turned, dipping his chin in a show of respect. “The leader of The
Devil’s Garden. It is an honor. I intended to seek you out after the show.”
Magnolia looked nothing like Rose. Tall and rail thin with straight blonde hair in
a tight braid and sharp, taut features that made her look hard. Or maybe it was her
eyes. When she laughed, he didn’t see a spark of real humor in them.
“Did you hear that, girls? He was going to seek me out . Very gentlemanly of you, bloodsucker. Mama taught you manners.” She nodded, looking
him up and down. “That’s good. Ours taught us something too, didn’t she, Rose? She
taught us how to fuck a man into submission. How to survive in this male-dominated
society with nothing but our wits and tits.”
She smacked a riding crop against her thigh, drawing Mac’s attention to her prop.
He supposed she might intimidate younger vampires—dressed in the obligatory skin-tight
little black dress and sky-high stilettos, she projected a menacing air. But he was
more interested in something she’d said. “Girls. Are the others here too?”
Magnolia glared around him at Rose. “Of course they are. I tell my sisters everything. When I found out our misfit toy here was performing for
an audience, I knew we all had to be here to encourage her. What kind of sisters would
we be if we didn’t support her new career?”
The woman stuck out her scarlet painted lower lip in a parody of a pout. “This was your new plan right, Rose? Collect Scotty McHotpants for us and begin your new life
as a Vegas showgirl? You wouldn’t be the first demon who betrayed her family to be
a star.”
“You don’t know
minute.”
“We have enough time,” she soothed him again, breathless. “Take me here. Take whatever
you need.”
“I’ll never get enough.” Mac slid his hand over her thigh-high stockings and under
her short, tempting skirt. “Every time I touch you, I want more. Every time I taste
you—” He shuddered. “Rose, I need to taste you again.”
She tilted her neck with a submissive smile and he realized she thought he meant her
blood. Mac dropped to his knees in front of her, watching her lips part on a gasp
when she realized what he wanted. “Let me.”
She lifted her skirt without a word and Mac buried his face between her legs, inhaling
her scent through the white lace panties. “I’ll never get enough,” he repeated, groaning
against her sex.
He spread her legs with his shoulders and tugged her underwear to one side, revealing
her to his gaze. She was perfect for him. The lips of her sex were pink and full…already
so wet. “I’ll make you sing, demon.”
“Mac.”
He lifted his hands to spread her open for his tongue. “Sing for me, Rose.” He leaned
forward and filled her with his tongue. No gentle teasing strokes. Not flicks or nips.
He had no patience. He had to taste her. To claim her one last time.
She cried out, one hand dropping from her skirt to grip the back of his head, holding
him close. “Yes, Mac. Fuck me like that. Make me come.” She rocked her hips against
his mouth, lifting one leg over his shoulder so he could press deeper. Faster. Taste
more.
God, she was sin and sugar and everything he’d ever wanted. And she loved it. Loved
everything he did to her. He moaned and she tightened her grip in his hair.
“Please, Mac. Oh fuck, don’t stop. Don’t ever stop,” she moaned and he smiled, tasting
the new flood of her arousal on his tongue. She never wanted him to stop.
He loved that about her.
“He has to stop eventually Rose.” The dry female voice made every muscle in his body
tense. “First of all, even a vampire’s tongue would get tired, and secondly? We do
have a show to perform.”
Rose lowered her leg. “Magnolia.”
Mac prepared for an attack, ready to do whatever was necessary to protect Rose. He
stood slowly and turned, dipping his chin in a show of respect. “The leader of The
Devil’s Garden. It is an honor. I intended to seek you out after the show.”
Magnolia looked nothing like Rose. Tall and rail thin with straight blonde hair in
a tight braid and sharp, taut features that made her look hard. Or maybe it was her
eyes. When she laughed, he didn’t see a spark of real humor in them.
“Did you hear that, girls? He was going to seek me out . Very gentlemanly of you, bloodsucker. Mama taught you manners.” She nodded, looking
him up and down. “That’s good. Ours taught us something too, didn’t she, Rose? She
taught us how to fuck a man into submission. How to survive in this male-dominated
society with nothing but our wits and tits.”
She smacked a riding crop against her thigh, drawing Mac’s attention to her prop.
He supposed she might intimidate younger vampires—dressed in the obligatory skin-tight
little black dress and sky-high stilettos, she projected a menacing air. But he was
more interested in something she’d said. “Girls. Are the others here too?”
Magnolia glared around him at Rose. “Of course they are. I tell my sisters everything. When I found out our misfit toy here was performing for
an audience, I knew we all had to be here to encourage her. What kind of sisters would
we be if we didn’t support her new career?”
The woman stuck out her scarlet painted lower lip in a parody of a pout. “This was your new plan right, Rose? Collect Scotty McHotpants for us and begin your new life
as a Vegas showgirl? You wouldn’t be the first demon who betrayed her family to be
a star.”
“You don’t know
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