“Tell me how you did it again?”
Mac watched Rose smile as she slipped her earrings in at the dressing table of the Nevada hotel room. “I let us see your castle in Scotland, let Magnolia see the humiliation scene she’d been hoping for…but every human in the audience thought they were watching us perform our romantic duet.”
He moved closer, his hands caressing her bare shoulders. “All at the same time? And you say you aren’t the talented one in your family. Did we win?”
She laughed. “You know we did, Mac. Jolene and Hobie got to break ground on the new school library last week.”
It felt good, knowing he helped make that happen. It was liberating, stepping out of the shadows. For a while. After they’d agreed to be in the movie and the press found out about the singing, the offers for a recording deal had started pouring in. Mac had simply handed them over to Saint, knowing he would make them go away.
Soon it would be over. The popularity. The attention. Soon, he’d take Rose to his family home and spent the rest of his eternity making sure she never wanted to leave.
“How did you do that other thing?”
She stood up from her chair in nothing but her underwear, reaching for the dress she’d planned to wear for their celebratory performance at the Belly Up Bar. She’d been looking forward to it for days. Rose and Ume had quickly bonded and Margo was…well, she was a different kind of woman than Rose was used to. Kind. Compassionate. Human. Rose deserved kindness. She deserved everything.
“I said,” she spoke patiently over her shoulder. “What other thing are you referring to?”
He reached for her waist and whirled her around until her large breasts were pressed against his bare chest. “That thing you did when you made the grumpy vampire fall in love with you.”
“Oh that.”
“Yes.”
She slid her arms around his waist and cupped his jean-covered ass. “I’ll never tell, rogue. Not unless you make me.”
“I can do that.” Mac kissed her gently. Her lips. Her cheek. “I might need your special brand of inspiration, since I left most of my interrogation tools at home.”
He watched as the room changed before his eyes. Rose backed away from him and held up her arms, which were instantly cuffed to a Saint Andrews Cross in a club full of people watching them and cheering them on.
She did like to be watched, his demon lover. Mac didn’t mind, as long as he was the only one who got to touch her. He noticed the table heavily weighted with wands and whips, her favorite vibrator and a butt plug. “I admire your attention to detail, Rose, I really do.”
Her skin flushed. “Thank you. I take pride in my work.”
“With all of this at my disposal I’m certain I can make you talk.” If he could make himself wait.
“Please try.”
He bent his head and bit down firmly on her nipple before soothing it with a gentle lick.
“Unfair.”
“I know you like that.” So did he. God, he’d been right. He was never going to get enough of her. Every day he wanted her more, and every night he looked forward to the next. After all this time he finally had something to live for.
Rose.
He reached for the lubricated plug with a shaky sigh. He loved watching her take this. “I think this will do for now. If you can remove these obstacles.”
“Yes.” The cross disappeared, leaving two posts behind to keep her arms bound—the way they’d been in that first fantasy. One of his favorites.
“This is your projection, my love. Yes what?”
“Yes, Sir?”
“That’s right.” He walking behind her and placed one hand between her shoulders, watching as she bent forward as far as the chains would allow. “Are you ready to talk?”
“Never, vampire. Do your worst.”
“How about my best?”
She shuddered as he slowly inserted the toy, his restraint slipping away with every soft whimper from her throat. “God that’s good, love. You like that?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Do you want more?”
She shivered. “Always.”
Need hit Mac’s frame and shook him—made his hands tremble. She really had put a spell on him. That was the only explanation. “Someday I’m going to be able to hold out longer than you can.”
Mac gripped her hips and slid his erection between her already damp thighs. “But it won’t be today. Jesus, Rose, you’re going to kill me.”
The crowd watching them cheered and reached for each other, bodies writhing on the floor in reaction to Rose’s arousal.
She really did have an eye for detail.
Mac couldn’t tease her, couldn’t hold back long enough to play out this fantasy. Not today. Not until he’d gotten this frenzied reaction to her a little more under control.
It could take weeks.
Centuries.
“Love you,” he muttered as he pressed his lips against her neck, his arms tight around her waist to hold her steady while he pumped inside her. “Love you, wild Rose.”
“Mac. I love you too. So much. Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”
Never.
“Folks, I’m more excited than I can tell you to see so many new faces in Belly Up tonight. Hobie and I know you’re waiting for our very special guests and the winners of the Las Vegas singing competition that saved our school, Mac and Rose.”
Jolene cheered with the crowd and then leaned in again. “You may not know this, but Hobie and I aren’t exactly good with computers. We had no idea our hero was a Hollywood actor when we met him. That trickster even told us his name was Angus, if you can believe it. And now, he and the fellow stars of Shifting Reality are going to recreate their roles on the big screen!” She sniffed. “He’s a good boy so I hope you’ll all go out and support him when it’s released. And Hobie and I have been invited to the premiere, so if you see me with something fattening in my hand? You just say two words to me. Red carpet.”
The microphone buzzed and she squinted, looking around the room. “They’re running a bit behind, I’m guessing? But until then, I’m told by her husband that one of Mac’s dearest friends used to be a singer herself. Margo Lyons? Can you come on over here and help me out before I get desperate and call Hobie up to do some beatboxing?”
When Margo—after a lot of chanting from the crowd and promises of sexual favors from her husband—finally got on the stage, Saint smiled.
“She’s going to punish you for this. You know that, right?”
Thomas smiled. “She’s been singing around the house since we found out about the competition. I just thought it was time for her to enjoy her gift again. And she has the sexiest damn voice.”
He glanced up from his phone to see Ume smiling at him. “Speaking of sexy,” he purred. “Are you sure you want to wait for Mac and my cousin? I have a feeling we won’t be getting a performance out of them for at least a few more hours.”
Ume winked at him. “Rose really wanted to see us. From what I remember, it’ll be worth the wait.”
“Dirty girl.” But he was easy. Whatever Ume wanted. His phone buzzed and he looked down. “Interesting.”
Thomas was staring unblinking at the stage, but Ume leaned closer. “What is it, babe?”
“Manx.” Saint licked his lips. “You remember him, I’m sure.”
Ume blushed. “Of course I do. Is he okay?”
“Probably not. I think he’s rambling. Something about a naked genie in his computer and a wish gone awry. I’m sure it’s fine.”
Thomas turned to look at him. “A what in his where?”
“A girl. Something about a girl.”
His friend’s green eyes darkened and he looked back up at his wife on the stage. “Isn’t it always?”
Saint nodded, watching Ume’s hair fall in a shimmer of silk across her shoulders. “And aren’t we lucky?”
Maybe he’d talk to the script supervisor in the morning. This scene was too good to be left out of their movie. Unless he went against the vampires wishes and ensured its success. Then he could add it to Shifting Reality: The Sequel.
Mac would kill him, but it might be worth it.
He didn’t want people to think he’d gone soft.
“I’m bad,” he muttered to himself in amusement. He responded to his friend’s cry for help, realized the instant Mac’s GPS had turned on that they were on their way, bought a present for Ume and added some new code to his videogame. “But they would all be lost without me.”