Taste for Blood by Tilly Greene Page B

The evening was spiraling out of her control and she needed to get it back.  Pulling three pints locals had ordered, she walked them out to their tables.  The last drink went to Sean, who reached for the wounded hand she’d loosely wrapped in a paper towel.
    “Are you all right?” he asked with a note of concern in his firm yet quiet voice.  In the couple of weeks she’d been working nights at the pub when he’d been there, the man had never asked her a personal question.  Looking hard, she still couldn’t see much of his face, but there was a tension about him that set off her warning bells.  She wasn’t afraid for herself, but clearly someone was in the man’s crosshairs and she had a feeling it was Josh.
    There would be no more blood spilt in the pub that night.
    “It’s just a scratch, nothing more.” She smiled and moved on to finish the last of her duties.  There were people already clearing out while she picked up glasses and wiped down tabletops.  The hen night ladies offered obnoxious giggles and a few crude suggestions for how she should take on her co-worker as they fell out of the pub’s front door.
    “Thank you, dear, for taking such good care of us tonight.  Now you be careful, that young man is sexy, but the things I’ve heard the girls say about him are just wicked.”  The elder spokeswoman held back to offer a bit of motherly advice.  It was thoughtful, but definitely not necessary.
    It took half an hour before the pub cleared out.
    “We’re all alone, baby,” Josh laughed as he locked the door.  “Come out here and I’ll make your hand all better.  I know exactly what you need, and I’ve got a load just waiting for you to stroke.”
    Thankfully she was in the back taking her bra off from under her shirt, which she stuffed in her coat pocket.  It was a cheap trick, but she’d do anything to keep his attention off what she was going to do.
    “You have to swallow all of it or I’ll use a whip to slash your back raw before I fuck your ass.”
    Putting her ring on, she was glad she missed the smug, self-assured look on his face.  His voice made it clear he believed she was a sure thing; if only he knew the truth.  A glance at the wound showed it still open.  Proof was in the pudding, they said, and it looked like he wasn’t a vampire after all, just giving them a bad name.
    Once she put her coat on against the predawn chilled mist pouring across the streets of Whitby from the North Sea, she tucked her hands in the pockets and went back out front.
    “Are you going to walk me home, Josh?”
    “No, baby, we’re going to my place.  It has everything I need to give you the best fuck of your life.  Afterwards, if you’re a good little girl, I’ll turn you into a vamp as well.”  He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close to his side.
    Ella had actually thought his muscles were for looks and not really all that useful.  How wrong she’d been.  They had some real power behind them and maybe she should rethink her plan.
    Their footsteps echoed as they walked down an empty Church Street and turned down a passage that led to the small market square.  Without warning, he picked her up and held her against a stone column of the Old Town Hall.
    “Stroke me, baby girl, and feast on my cum?” he whispered while using one hand to unbutton her coat.  Josh moved it out of his way and looked down to where their bodies met and thrust his hard-on against her mound.
    “You keep calling me baby.  You know I’m an adult, right?”  She was disgusted by the thought, but tried to keep a curious tone to her query.
    “Oh, little girl, you’re sexy as sin because you look illegal.  Your big tits are round balls of flesh, tight and high like a virgin’s.  Are you a virgin?  That would be even hotter if you were.  I can’t wait to put a collar around your neck, spank your ass until it’s bright red, and then fuck your tight pussy.”  He was panting, running wet