Chapter 11

“That was almost too easy,” Azelia laughed after the door had closed.

“You are a natural huntress! How did she taste?”

“Sweet, kind of a delicate flavor. I don’t feel the Hunger as much,” Azelia replied.

“Good,” I said. “You did well on your first hunt.”

“What do you want to do now, John?”

“Be a tourist. I haven’t been in Dublin in over a century. The city has changed. You can play tour guide,” I replied.

We caught a taxi in front of the hotel.

“Where to, sir?” the driver asked.

“Ask her. I haven’t been here for quite a while.”

“Where to, Miss?”

“I know! St. Audeon’s Church!”

“Very well, Miss,” the driver said as he put the car in gear.

“I thought we’d start with something older than you,” Azelia whispered to me.

“Very funny.”

As we walked the grounds of the ancient church, I could see most of the men and some of the women stealing glances at Azelia. She was enjoying herself, walking tall and proud, her bountiful breasts bouncing slightly with every step she took.

“Your nipples are hard, baby,” I said to her quietly, after we had passed a group of college boys.

“I know,” she whispered back. “I’m horny.”

“I could help you with that.”

“I’ll hold you to that, but I thought you wanted to play tourist,” she said.

“I want to do four things before we sleep tonight. I want to see a little more of the town, I want to buy you some clothes, I want to hunt with you again, and I want to fuck you silly.”

“Nice list. Let’s start with you fucking me silly,” she said, grabbing my ass.

“Miss, please, these are Church grounds,” a young man in a security uniform said.

Azelia turned to look at the officer. It was obvious he was looking at her breasts as she walked slowly toward him. “My eyes are up here,” she said when she was only a few feet from him.

When he first tore his gaze from my life-mate’s chest to look at her eyes, I could see his pupils dilate slightly. He didn’t know it yet, but he was going to provide my life-mate’s next feeding.

“Is something wrong, sir?” Azelia asked, getting closer to him. “I didn’t mean to offend anyone. Can you forgive me?”

The young officer appeared to be struggling to figure out what to say. Little wonder. Her breasts were against his chest now.

“Could we find a place to talk about the problem?” Azelia asked. Rubbing the tips of her fingers over the front of his uniform trousers, she breathed, “Is there some place we can talk about YOUR problem?”

“Miss, please, I’m on duty, and I’m a married man.”

“Does your wife suck your cock?” Azelia asked, staring into the young man’s eyes while tickling the outline of his penis with her fingernails. “I will, you know. It feels like a pretty nice one.”

“Follow me,” the officer said.

Azelia whispered to me as we walked, “I want you behind me while I feed from him.”

“My pleasure,” I replied.

The security guard led us to a door in a small building.