“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 what you’re talking about, Magnolia.” Rose’s tone was short, but surprisingly sedate in Mac’s opinion. Almost too careful. “And you don’t know me at all. You never did.”
Mac reached behind his back to touch her, wishing he could comfort her. “There is no need to quarrel with your sister, Magnolia. She found me and I’ve chosen to allow you to take me in as soon as we’re off stage. You can watch us the entire time…”
He heard feminine laughter coming from behind a row of costumes and he couldn’t deny the feeling of dread it inspired. Five demons who had never failed to collect a bounty. The darker tales he’d heard about them were unpleasant, to say the least.
Magnolia clapped with mock excitement. “Can we, Daddy? Can we watch?” She rolled her eyes and then smiled ominously. “I have a better idea. We’re going to do more than watch, sweetie. We’re going to participate. And then we’re taking you, and your kitty and our turncoat cousin in for good measure. The three of you started this, you may as well end it together too. If that doesn’t earn us a bonus, I don’t know what will.”
“No.”
Magnolia froze. “No? Did he just say no to me?”
Mac wouldn’t play her game. “I believe you heard me, demon. You don’t touch them, or there is no deal. No deal with the vampire, and you don’t get your payday.”
“Ivy?”
“Yes, Magnolia?” an obedient voice floated over the clothes rack.
“He’s negotiating. Show him why this isn’t a negotiation. Knock him out.”
“Yes, Magnolia.”