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

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?”
    She ducked her head, but he was right there, sitting up and tugging her onto his lap,
     his fingers under her chin forcing her to meet his gaze. “What price?”
    “My freedom,” she whispered. Then she shook her head, dislodging his touch and burying
     her face in his neck. “No, I mean, the vampires offered a large bounty. According
     to Magnolia—the biggest we’ve ever had. She said you really got under their skin because
     of the show. The ego thing. They can take humans playing them on the big screen…they
     even laugh about it. But the idea that one of their own could get away with it, without
     asking, really dinged their pride.”
    Rose bit her lip and smiled apologetically. “That’s what she said anyway.”
    Mac was smirking. “I can see how vehemently you disagree with her.” He sighed. “I
     have to believe there is more to it than that.”
    “You have friends, Mac.” Rose placed her hand on his chest. “The vampires I know have
     underlings and bootlickers but they don’t have the kind of friendship that they saw
     you share with Thomas and Saint. They don’t have ghosts willing to volunteer to reveal
     themselves and put on a show out of loyalty instead of fear. You’re unique, Mac. I
     think they’re jealous.”
    “It is better to die an envied man than an idiot, I suppose.” Mac kissed her forehead,
     lifting her off his lap and carrying her to the bed.
    Rose frowned as he set her down. “Sometimes it’s better not to die at all. Run away
     with me, vampire. Hide.”
    He put his hands on his hips and sent her a stern look. “Vampires do not hide.” When she lifted one eyebrow, his eyes started to twinkle. “Occasionally we
     go out of our way to be unavailable, I’ll admit, but we don’t hide. And I’m done with
     it in any case.”
    “Why?”
    He pounced, gripping her wrists and holding them above