Page 14 of Fangs for the Memories
I check my phone and it’s my turn to look him up and down.
“Somewhere we’re going to have to get you out of those nice clothes,” I respond.
His megawatt grin appears.
“We’re going underground,” I add. “Somewhere cold and muddy.”
Ferenc
Isit next to Grace on the rattling bus which winds its way through the hills of Buda. My suggestions we should take my car were rebuffed because, apparently, the bus tickets were included in the excursion.
I’m acutely aware of the eyes of the other passengers on us. There’s the faint whiff of fear from at least one who recognizes who I am. I shift my position on the hard, uncomfortable seat and turn my attention to the beautiful creature beside me, her gaze intent on the view out of the window at the forest we’re traveling through.
“Why a cave tour?” I ask.
“It’s the first excursion on the itinerary.” She shrugs, not looking at me.
“And you follow the itinerary without question? I could have shown you something much nicer than a damp old cave.”
“It’s paid for and I’m doing it.” Her little blunt teeth are gritted.
“And what about my bill?”
Her head turns so fast I worry her neck will snap.
“I…I’ll get you the money. I’ll pay what I owe for the wine and the room service,” she says quickly.
I notice too much attention on us, so I lean into her, putting my lips close to her ear.
“I will extract my debt from you in whatever way I choose.”
My nostrils are filled with a new scent, one which instantly threatens to spoil the line of my suit as my cock springs to attention, in the same way I had to think about the mechanics of dealing with a vampire very hard when she mentioned taking off my clothes back at the hotel. Her arousal is the sweetest of sweet nectar, and I don’t even think she knows she’s doing it.
Grace makes me hard in a way which I’ve never been before. If this goes on, I will not be responsible for my actions. I’m already at the very edge sitting next to her.
“We’re here!” Grace says, standing and pressing the bell to alert the driver.
“We are?” Outside it seems we’re in the middle of nowhere. One of many large, wild parks on the outskirts of Budapest, most of which are controlled by my pack.
As we step off the bus into the chilly winter air, I realize this is not one of them. The bitter scent on the air means only one thing.
“Vampires,” I growl.
“Yes!” Grace says brightly. “You guessed. This is a vampire cave experience.”
“A what?” I’m distracted for a moment from the threat all around me by the fact she is shivering. The coat she is wearing is far too thin for the weather.
“A vampire caving experience.”
“What on earth would possess you to want to do that?” I ask, but she is already striding towards the entrance of the park, leaving me behind.
If she answers my question, I miss it, rushing to catch up with her, taking her elbow and turning her to me.
“Look, why don’t I call my car? We can go for lunch, visit Vaci Utcá, do some shopping,” I suggest.
“Why? Are you scared?” Her blue eyes dance with mirth.
This tiny little scrap of a human female is asking the most powerful werewolf mafia boss in Budapestif he is scared.
