He groaned. “I believe I promised you a spanking, dear Rose.”
“Yes,” she panted. “Yes, I deserve a long, hard spanking for even thinking about you lifting that kilt and filling my mouth with every inch of your thick, salty—”
He covered her lips with his fingers, stopping her words. “You could tempt an angel out of heaven, demon. And I’m no angel.” His words were no more than a rough whisper. “But I will spank you first, Rose. I will show you I mean what I say.”
Stepping away from her, he walked around the posts until he was behind her. “You’re my prisoner and you have to obey me if you ever mean to see your clansmen again. Get on your feet and let me see my prize.”
Rose got to her feet, trembling, allowing herself to fall into her role. To lose herself in the forbidden fantasy. “I’m no man’s prize.”
“Oh, but you are. Look at you.” He wrapped his fists around the back of her dress and pulled, tearing it easily until it was held up only by the position of her arms, the back open to reveal her skin to his gaze. “Fashioned to fill a man’s hands and sate all his hungers. You are a feast worth any price.”
Mac moved in behind her and cupped the cheeks of her ass tightly, his breath hot on her neck. “This ass, Rose. This round creamy handful of flesh is mine, isn’t it? I can fuck it, I can bite it, and I will spank it. Because I desire it. I want to hear you scream.”
Yes! “Never.”
He moved to her side, her arm over his shoulder as he placed one large hand low on her stomach, sliding down to her thinly covered sex. “Bend forward, Rose. Far as you can.”
She bent over. “You can force me to obey you,” she challenged. “But I will never submit.”
“You will,” he murmured roughly, positioning himself firmly at her side. “You must.”
The way he said the words made her believe he meant them. But he was just as caught up in the fantasy as Rose. Her Scottish warrior. Her wild lover determined to steal her innocence and her heart.
The first cupped smack landed on her right ass cheek and she cried out in delight. “No!” she denied. “No man is allowed s
uch liberties.”
“No man except this one.”
He spanked her again, harder this time, making Rose hiss and close her eyes for a moment to savor the sting. The fingers of his other hand pressed against her clit as the rhythm of the spanking increased. Again and again. Her ass, her hips, between her legs.
Each time he stopped, he caressed and then squeezed the burning flesh roughly, biting her ear, talking to her all the while in a voice thick with desire. “You love it, don’t you, Rose? Your ass is pink and lush and made for this. Tell me.” He spanked her faster…harder…the sound of flesh connecting with flesh echoing in the small cottage. “Tell me you’re mine. That you’ll give me what I want. Whatever I want.”
“Yes, Mac. Yes, whatever you want. I love it. Don’t stop…oh, please don’t fucking stop.”
She was close. His desire and hers were indistinguishable as she took the passionate energy inside her. She was going to come just like this. Tied up and spanked by a 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.