My Vampire Idol by R. G. Alexander Read Free Book Online

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     fugitive vampire who made her beg for more.
    He stopped. “No!” she cried out raggedly. “ Please , Mac.”
    Mac was in front of her, pushing her long hair behind her ears and caressing her cheek
     with the same tenderness that had frightened her before. She met his crystal blue
     gaze and he smiled tightly. “Get back on your knees, lass.”
    She hadn’t come. She was shaking with the need to. Quivering on the edge. She wanted
     to argue with him, to drop the illusion and find her own release despite him.
    Rose got on her knees. She couldn’t deny him what she wanted so badly. It wasn’t in
     her to even consider it.  But she did drop character long enough to send him a half-hearted
     glare. “Are you trying to drive me crazy?”
    Mac tilted his head, stroking his beard. “Maybe I am. No one wants to take that kind
     of trip alone, my dear.”
    “There’s this saying about driving a demon crazy with unsatisfied lust...”
    “How does it go?”
    “Don’t ever do it.”
    Mac chuckled, making quick work of his kilt until it dropped to the floor, leaving
     him naked again. “I’ll try to remember. Open your mouth, love.”
    Rose was hungry and greedily complied, feeling the demon inside her demanding everything. More. More. More. It was a sentiment she wholeheartedly agreed with.
    He was delicious. She couldn’t get enough. She licked his shaft and lowered her head,
     loving the feel of him hitting the back of her throat. She wanted all of it. All of
     him. Everything.
    More…more…
    “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