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His crystal blue eyes sparkled as he looked up at her illusion of his ancestral home in the moonlight, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. “We won then?”

Rose laughed and lea

ned into him. “Of course we won. We are an unbeatable duet. Plus, that one judge couldn’t stop looking up my skirt.”

“Who can blame him?” Mac murmured, dragging her down onto the grass. “I’d like another peek myself.”

She cupped his face between her hands, letting everything she was feeling show in her eyes. “Tell me your name. Your whole name.”

“No one has asked me that in a hundred years.” He licked his lips. “My name was Murchadh Niven MacKenzie. Pleasure to meet you. And yours?”

Rose shook her head. “Demons don’t have last names, vampire. Didn’t Saint tell you that?”

“I tune him out more than I should.” His smile was wicked. “Now that we know each other’s secrets, just Rose, my wild deviant demon lover, can I kiss you again?”

“I might hurt you if you don’t, my hot, Scottish vampire idol.”

His kiss started a fire inside her and broke her heart. This was what she wanted. The illusion had been meant to ease him, to protect him from her sisters. But the truth was that it was her new fantasy. Being with him here. As if she belonged with him.

When he lifted his head again they were both naked and flushed. He wrapped his fingers around her wrists and held her arms over her head. “Rose, I need you. No tricks, no toys, just you.”

Rose curled her legs around him and lifted her hips enticingly, wishing the illusion was real. “Then take me.”

They both groaned with his first deep thrust and Rose bit her lip. So good. Nothing had ever been this good. He fit her, filled her, almost—but not quite—more than she could take. Perfect.

Mac lowered his head until his lips were hovering over hers, his eyes darkening as he watched hers dilate with each stroke of his shaft inside her. “You’re killing me, love. “

She arched her back. “Parts of you are still very much alive, vampire. My favorite parts.”

He shifted, covering her breast with one thick, callused palm and rolling her nipple between his fingers. “You have favorites? So do I. Let me show you.”

He lowered his mouth to her breasts and trapped her nipple hard against the roof of his mouth, sucking in time with the rhythm of his powerful hips. Rose cried out as lightning shot through her limbs and up her spine. “Yes.”

He lifted his head. “I can’t neglect my other favorites.” Without another word he pulled out of her body, flipped her onto her stomach and lifted her hips high in the air. “I do love this ass.”

Rose could hardly gasp for air when he filled her sex again, his thumb pushing between the cheeks of her ass to fill her everywhere. “Mac.”

His moan sounded more like a growl. “I want everything, wild Rose. Stop holding back and give it to me. I want to hear you scream and beg me to fuck you. I want you to feed off me…and I need…”

She felt his fangs pierce her shoulder and she screamed his name. “Mac! Fuck, yes. I love it. Your fangs, your cock….you, Mac. I love… Yes!”

Her skin was alive, on fire, every cell screaming for him as he took her harder. Faster. Pushing her toward a climax she wanted to resist. Her blood was coursing through his veins and his passion was filling her, feeding her. They were intimately connected. Demon and vampire. Man and woman. Mac and Rose.

She didn’t want it to end.

“Mac, oh Mac I’m so close and I have to tell you…”

He lifted his head and whispered raggedly in her ear. “Tell me, Rose. Tell me, love, I need the words. Need you to say them.”

“Mist…. Escape, Ivy. Fuck, Mac I’m coming!”

She tried to warn him, but her orgasm crashed over her and he followed quickly behind. She was shaking with the force of it, tingling and sated with the desire he’d given her. She was sensation and sex. Pleasure and sin. She still wanted more. More…more… But she had to think. Control her arousal and help him get away…

Rose came back to herself in time to watch Mac dissolve before her eyes. The mist he’d become shot across the stage and wrapped around Ivy’s face, making it impossible for her psychotic sister to breathe.

“No!” Magnolia cried. “He shouldn’t be able to do that. He’s under our control. The chains—no.”

Ivy collapsed, unconscious on the ground, and Rose looked out at the audience. Apparently as soon as her sister had been knocked out and they could move, they’d all reached for the person closest to them and were tearing at each other’s clothes like lust-crazed animals. She also heard more than one person in the audience declaring their love for each other.


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