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

him.
    I could feel beads of sweat forming on his back. My head
was covered in them. My finger glazed over him, feeling each
muscle tense and his thrust became hard, deep.
I couldn’t take it any longer. “Tyran!”
    He covered my mouth to drown out my cries. I placed my
forehead to his, panting heavily as I could feel my body building.
The sound of my cries was muffled, yet ear shattering. I arched
forward, bit into his shoulder and felt an explosion rocket through
my body. Digging into him, Tyran pressed his lips to mine as I felt
his body shudder like an earthquake ran through it. He collapsed
on me, breathing hard.
    My legs remained locked around him, my hands in his hair.
I could feel small kisses being placed on my shoulders. When
Tyran leaned up, his eyes were blazing red. It meant danger, but
there was nothing hotter than the sweat rolling down his chiseled
cheekbones. Teasingly, I licked a bead and moaned. I hadn’t felt
happiness like this in so long…
I released him, my limbs flopping against the soft linen of
the futon. It didn’t feel like I could move.
    He smiled, kissed my chin and sat up. I followed him,
holding onto his perfect stomach which was still heaving. Tyran
stood, dressed and handed me my clothes. A frown crossed my
face and Tyran bent down to caress my cheek.
“Kat, we need to get dressed. You never know when the
stiffs will be knocking on the door.”
    True. I sighed and started to dress. As I slid my panties on,
Tyran stopped me to rub the round form of my bottom, and then
pulled them over my hips. He held my pants for me to step in and
draped my tank over my head. Once clothed, he gathered me in his
arms and held me close. The pressure against my neck and breasts
began to swell from the bites. Tyran noticed the sting in my face
and bit his wrist. He used his own blood to cover over my wounds.
Within seconds it was healed and felt as if nothing had happened.
“I need to get you more food,” he said.
    I gazed into his eyes. “Do you have to?”
His smile was mischievous. “After a tango like that? You
need a refreshment.” He kissed my forehead before he leapt to the
grass below. I tried to follow him, but he was out of sight by the
time I stood in the doorway.
    I flopped on the futon, holding my ax in hand, and waited.
Hopefully the next monster I would see would be Tyran, and not
something more sinister.
**
    I paced the small area of my tree house, waiting for Tyran
to come back. Checking my watch it had been hours. With his
speed and the fact that no zombie would think of him as food, I
was worried.
    The sun was down and the darkness crept over the Earth. I
laid on my stomach, ax in one hand and pistol in the other, hoping
he would show any second.
A loud crash and pressure on my ankles. I turned over and
fired one shot at the shadow behind me.
     
“Fucking hell!”
     
Tyran’s voice. I jumped up and found him. He was
bleeding from his chest.
     
“Holy shit, Tyran. I am so sorry.”
     
“Do you just like shooting me?”
    I grabbed an old pair of my socks and applied pressure to
him. “Of course not. But you’ve been gone for so long I didn’t
know what to think.”
    He pushed the sock away and peered down. His flesh was
healed, leaving just a hole where the bullet connected. Seeing the
stress on his face, I leaned down and kissed the reddened skin.
When I heard a moan, my lips moved to his zipper and I began
tugging.
He laughed. “As much as I would like that, we’ve got
bigger problems than a hard cock.”
     
I looked up at him, brows frowning.“What?”
    “Sit.” He handed me a can of corn, green beans and
spinach.The biggest meal I’d had in years. Popping open the cans,
I scarfed down the beans like I’d never eaten before.
When I reached for the corn,I asked, “What problem?”
     
“You remember when I said Hell would eventually start
spewing other creatures?”
     
My eyes widened. “Yes.”
“Well that’s what took me so