Taste for Blood (3 page)

With a hum of delight, she let him know where her mind and body had traveled, and what she wanted.

“Shit!  Do you know what you’re asking for when you do something like that?”  He’d gripped her hips and held her against his hard body.

The man was way out of her league, and yet she believed she could have him eating out the palm of her hand.  Was that what she wanted?  Absolutely!  But, there was always a but when it came to a sin-filled treat.  The question she had to answer was whether the price to be paid would be too steep.  Delaying the inevitable was the best she could do at that moment, and she had the perfect reason to pause—killing Josh.

“Yes, and I want that and more, only, well, I’m afraid.”  Honesty had worked for her so far, but it wasn’t always easy to share and her voice reflected the hesitation of doubt.

“I frighten you?  No way!  You’re one of the strongest women I know,” Sean said with total, unwavering assurance.

“You’re beyond me, Sean.  Handsome, exciting, and I’m sure sexually experienced well beyond my dreams. You’ll leave me in a heartbeat.”

“What makes you think I won’t stay?”  Surprise marked his face and words.

“Because you never have before,” she reminded him as she reluctantly released his cock and took a step back.  Putting the space between them gave her a chance to take a breath and rejoin reality.

Facial expressions allowed a person to read another, maybe glimpse what they were thinking, but Sean offered her no help.  His face was beautifully blank, although his eyes gave her hope he wasn’t done with her yet.  The grey irises were fierce and he gave a brief nod, but his words took her breath away.

“And I see you as a woman more than able to hold onto me.”  To punctuate his claim, Sean leaned down and pressed a kiss on her lips.  There was no sharing in the touch, nothing gentle.  He took her needs even further than where they’d been, and then opened her lips with his tongue and shared her passion with him.

Strong?  She wasn’t strong.  If he wasn’t holding her up, she’d be a puddle on the floor, begging him to fuck her.

Time seemed to have stopped, but really only a few minutes had passed.  Gasping for air, she felt his hands holding her up and only his mouth had gone.  She was right to be afraid of him, but wasn’t sure she’d be able to deny him again.  While she secretly hoped there was another passionate explosion between them, mentally she accepted the fact she was his to do with whatever he wanted.  Her body throbbed for him and his touch.

“I’m not patient, Ella.  Don’t make me wait too long,” he confided as he captured her lower lip between his teeth and tugged.

Holding her hand, he walked over to the man hanging naked from the beam.  There was nothing enticing about him or his body.  Immediately her anger at what he’d done once again pushed forward and demanded justice.

Upon first meeting him, she’d thought Josh a pretty boy with an ego to match that marked him a harmless jerk, but it turned out he was much more than that—he was a sick bastard.  A favored book series had opened young girls to a new world, which was wonderful.  Unfortunately, he’d taken their curiosity and used it to take what he wanted from them.  Reading and falling into a good book was a joy not everyone could do, but they had and most likely wouldn’t ever again.

Being a nurse meant she wanted to heal people, take their pain away, but the thing dangling in front of her wouldn’t escape that easily.  She wanted him to know why he was going to die and to feel pain before he went to Hell.

She used the tip of the claw to draw a line from the center of his chest down to his soft dick.  His eyes opened and she heard the muffled shriek.  The red line ran down to his groin and she found it tantalizing.

Pushing the tip into his tender flesh felt good and she felt her nipples bead up with excitement.  The pleasure grew further when she slashed the buried point downward and watched a spurt of blood push out before it slowly oozed out to get lost in his hair.

While accepting slashing made nice strips of red, she thought the pokes and gouges were much more satisfying.  She ignored no limb or appendage and was happiest when she saw tears mixing with the blood she’d drawn on his face.

Pausing, she took a breath and looked down.  She saw nothing but his blood on her t-shirt and tried to push the sea of bile back down.  She wanted no part of him touching her, it made her sick.  Gagging and gasping for clean air at the same time, Ella quickly stripped down until she wore nothing.  Once free of any trace of him, she told him why she was going to kill him, and why she would feel no remorse or regret.

“You are the worst lump of life, but because you have small resemblance to humans, I’ll tell you why I want you to die,” she started off quietly.  “My niece was one of your victims and she couldn’t bear to draw another breath after what you’d done to her.”  Walking toward him, she stopped less than a foot from him.

“She kissed her parents goodnight, went up to her room, and hung herself.  She was fourteen, a child!”  She screamed and cut him.  “You destroyed her with your vile games.  You piece of worthless filth.”

Fiercely she ran the sharp tip across his body and drew more blood.  “I started working at the pub to see if it was true.  If you were you the one who preyed on young girls’ interests in a character from a book and pretended to be a vampire in order to violate and ruin them.”

Anger blinded her as she worked furiously to rip his flesh to shreds, but he was still alive, breathing and looking at her with eyes filled with pain.  It wasn’t enough, and she pressed the claw tip against his carotid artery to finally kill him, but her hand slipped down his chest before she could take the final cut.

Sweating and crying, and physically spent, she tried again to take that last strike and failed.  She was so angry that she couldn’t follow through, somehow she’d become weak and unable to finish.  Only then, when she had nothing more to give, did Sean step forward.

Muscular arms that felt able to crush her in a heartbeat gently wrapped around her and held her close to his hard body.  It was odd, but she felt his strength easing into her body through his presence and words.

“Together.  We’ll kill him together,” he whispered in her ear.  Sean lifted his left arm while holding her wrist and rested the claw tip where she’d left surface scratches.  “Tell me when and we’ll do this as one.”

He held her hand firm and steady, ready to help her take the final stroke.  There was no regret or second thoughts.  She took a deep breath, looked at Josh hanging there covered in blood, and she was ready to finish it.

“Now!”  She shouted and felt his muscles tighten as he pushed her finger into the man’s throat and dragged it through the artery.  Ella saw a flash of red spraying from his neck before Sean’s hand moved up to cover her eyes.  Why hadn’t she thought of wearing protection?  Leaning her head back against his chest, she waited until his hand fell away.

There was no need for her to see the violent spray of blood, not anymore.  She was done thinking about the thing hanging in front of them, her thoughts had already moved on to the hunk that’d helped her with the final slash.

Turning around to face him, she was ready to thank him and ask that he take her, but she couldn’t say a word.

His face was covered in blood and she assumed hers was as well, but that wasn’t what robbed her of words.  Sean’s mouth was open enough to expose unbelievably sharp canines that looked like they could shred her flesh from its bones.  Stunned speechless, she looked down at the palm of her right hand he’d kissed earlier and the cut no longer oozed blood.

He’s a vampire?

Gazing up at his face, cold blank features greeted her, but the eyes spoke enough of what he was feeling—lust.  Neither the teeth nor the blood and sweat had turned her needs off, just the opposite.  Reaching out, she laid a hand against his chest and slid it down through the moist mixture until her fingers encircled his cock.  He was hard as stone and she wanted him as much as he seemed to want her, but there was a question he had to answer first.

Slowly he thrust his steely flesh in and out of her loose hold and she tried to keep her head in the present long enough to ask.

“Are you a vampire?”  She wanted to hear him say it, but unfortunately she couldn’t wait for the answer a second longer.

Sean was saying something, but she heard none of it as she pushed him up against one of the counters.  After trying to climb onto him and failing, he lifted her up and rested her on his thick hard-on.  With her legs wrapped around his hips, she moaned with delight as he slowly helped her slide down until she felt filled with him.  She cried out as the silver beads teased the nerve endings in her pussy.  Their pleasure in each other was overwhelming.

Sitting on him with his hard-on buried deep inside her, she wallowed in the pleasure of each throb of his cock that pulsed through her body like a beacon.  Sean opened his mouth over her nipple and swirled his tongue around the hard fleshy tip while the points of his eye teeth pressed into her flesh.  The touch was sweet and almost loving.  She thrust her chest out further for more, only he denied her and tightly pinched her clit.

Before she could catch a breath, he suckled gently on her breast and she screamed while he tauntingly twisted her excited nub.  He filled her pussy with his pierced cock and treated her body to both gentle and fierce touches, the mixture of which had her climaxing.

The release snuck up on her and had been beyond dream worthy.  With her eyes closed, she smiled and couldn’t wait for whatever came next.

With her next breath she was on her back and Sean’s cock was buried deep inside her body.  Their hands were clasped together and rested above her head.  Being tied up and unable to move was usually the only way she found a release.  What would happen when the man who made her cum without tying her up held her captive?

Before she could take that thought any further, he started to fuck her in earnest.  Fast and hard solid thrusts. She couldn’t think of anything other than how wonderful cock piercings were as they traced a path through her pussy.

As he pounded in and out of her moist channel, she was caught in his passionate hold and wanted nothing more, or so she thought.

They shared a kiss as he fucked her hard, the gentle touch of their lips, yet rough possession was what she enjoyed and that was all Sean.  The beads from his piercing pressed firmly against her exposed walls, drawing delightful tremors from her body.  Lost in the pleasure swirling through her body, she threw her head back and took everything he offered.

The ultimate climax was within reach.  She teetered on the edge when he laid his delicious lips against the place where her neck and shoulders met.  With a shiver, she acknowledged he’d narrowed in on a sensitive bit of skin, but then he let sharp tips of his canines rest right there.

“Do you want it?”  The need was there in his voice and it matched what she felt.

Was the bite that offered undreamed of passion what she wanted?  She knew the answer but delayed a little longer because she knew once his teeth broke her skin, there would be nothing else between them.  The other woman she’d heard experiencing his bite and pierced cock hadn’t died, that wasn’t the end he gave them.

They experienced a once in a lifetime orgasm, then Sean walked away and never came back.  She wasn’t done with him, but the lure of his bite was hard to fight.

“Bite me, lover!  Please!”  She cried out her answer before she could change her mind.

She tried to leave her eyes open so she could see everything, but the lids closed once she felt the sharp teeth puncture her skin.  Pain robbed her of air and made her believe death was next, but then there was nothing but pleasure spreading through her body.  As he pounded his cock in and out of her pussy, the pressure on her clit intensified.  She tried to keep pace with him, thrust her mound up to meet his groin, but ultimately she was pulled into a spiraling red vortex filled with passion.  Her orgasm dragged on and on, until her conscious mind floated away in a pleasure-filled sea of blackness.

* * * * *

“Sean!  You’re still here!”  Waking up clean and naked between fresh smelling sheets was great, but not what she’d expected.

It took her a moment to realize she’d been woken up by Sean’s fingers moving around her clit, bringing her needs rushing to the surface.  She was fine with that because she wanted to spend more time exploring their mutual desires, and she spread her legs wider to give his hand more room.  “The gossip claims you’re never there when the women you bite wake up, but you’re here and you bit me!”

“Don’t be so surprised, Ella, I said you were a woman who could hold me still, and I meant it.”

Strumming her excited bundle of nerves with his thumb, she couldn’t wait any longer and twisted around until she straddled his hips.  Excited and wanting his possession, she kissed the man with all the joy she was feeling.  He hadn’t disappeared like she’d expected, and was thrilled they might have more time together.

There was a man in her life who made her heart thump faster, pussy quiver, and nipples harden to entice him closer.  However, before they fucked again, there was something she wanted to know.

“You never said why you wanted Josh dead?  If you weren’t related to one of his victims, what did he do to you that was so bad?”  She laid her head on his chest and dragged a finger around his nipple.