Tyran's Thirst (Blood Lust) by Erika Lindsen Read Free Book Online

asked.
     
“You’re looking at me weird.”
     
“No. Just…surprised.”
     
“Didn’t think a vampire could care?”
     
“Honestly, no. I thought you only wanted blood. And the
whole religious thing…Really weird.”
     
“I may be from Hell,but that doesn’t mean I’m on his
side.”
     
Picking at my nails, I asked, “What happened to you?”
    Tyran exhaled.
“I was born a long time ago. Please don’t
ask about that time. My father was a Viking and my mother died
while giving birth. While he was out a vampire attacked me.”
“How were you turned?”
     
“To become a vampire, you have to be drained of all of
your blood and have it replaced with that of a vampire.”
     
“Oh.”
    He stood and pulled a black tank from his pocket. I
watched, mouth opened, as he stripped down to a naked upper
body and placed the wife-beater over his body. Such a perfect
strength to him. Carved. Masculine. Look away, Kathryn.
    He flopped down on the floor and closed his eyes. For
some reason I found myself snuggling up into the crook in his arm.
He tightened it around me. I felt…safe. Very odd.
“May I ask you something, Kat?”
     
“I guess.”
“Why do you have trust issues?”
     
I grimaced. “Let me see…you are a vampire!”
    He laughed. “It’s not just me. I can see it.”
I sighed. “I m
ight as well tell someone about me. You could
say I was useless before this. I worked a dead end job at a grocer’s,
had a rundown apartment and hadn’t had a date in years.” I
giggled. “I even had short, spiky hair and was really overweight.
That’s probably the best thing this has done for me.”
“I can’t picture you like that.”
     
“Believe it. I was much different.”
    He twirled a strand of my long dark blonde hair around his
finger. Tyran was so gentle with me. Wrapping my arm around his
stomach, I thought I felt a heartbeat, but I knew better. A rumble
sounded in his chest. He was pleased. I gazed up at him and he was
looking in my eyes. Nerves splintered through me so hard I bit my
lip. When the taste of copper came, I tried to lick it away.
“Don’t,” Tyran whispered.
    His tongue was against my lips, trailing the line of the
blood. I lay frozen, anxious and waiting for his next move. When
the liquid was cleaned, he moved his mouth over mine, plunging
his tongue, massaging mine. We became intertwined, kissing and
teasing each other’s mouths. I moaned and as the sound came,
Tyran picked me up and sat me on his lap.
    I could feel the hardness of him beneath me. Placing my
hands on his chest, he trailed down to my neck, nipping at the skin.
My eyes shut as waves of pleasure washed over me. He smelled of
sweat and felt cool. I pressed my breasts against his chest, feeling
that coolness against my nipples.
    Maybe Stells had a point. She allowed Tyran to bite her and
he was gentle. He didn’t hurt her. Hell, he even sealed her wound
to prevent infection. What was the worst that could happen?
I sighed. “Go for it.”
     
Tyran gazed up at me, puzzled. As I nodded, and we
connected, Tyran sank his fangs into my neck.
    I bit my lip again. It didn’t hurt. Those teeth were made
to
glide in. Trickles of blood rolled down my collar bone. Tyran
licked as much as he could. My fingers wrapped in his locks and
held him in place. As Tyran sucked the blood from me, dizziness
overcame me. I fell back on the floor, unable to breathe.
    Tyran lifted me from the floor to the futon. In a daze, I
looked around at the small bit of light pouring in. Tyran was
illuminated by the clouds and my own haze. I could feel him
unbuttoning my pants and pulling them off, one foot at a time. His
finger found my clit through my panties. I inhaled as the pad of his
thumb gently rubbed the swelling mound. Tyran’s left hand may
have been busy, but his right found my breast and squeezed. As my
nipple erected, Tyran plucked at it. My senses electrified as he
repeated his actions with my other