Tyran's Thirst (Blood Lust) (6 page)

My head leaned up and more blood ran down over my
breasts. Tyran smiled and began kissing my stomach, up to my
ribcage and stopping where the blood was. He sucked on my
nipples, pulling on each mound, massaging them. His tongue
lapped up the rest of my fluids and his mouth found mine again.
The taste of my blood entered my mouth. For some reason, the fire
between my thighs burned even more. I was consumed by his
touch. It had been eons since I knew a man, much less experienced
what Tyran was giving me.

“Tyran,” I murmured.

 

He laughed. “Next time you say that,it will be louder.”

He was between my legs, finding the wet spot and rubbing.
My hands locked onto his shoulders, nails digging into his back.
His fangs sank into the flesh above my breasts. Just like before it
didn’t hurt. There was an odd sense of pleasure to it. It was giving
me an orgasm in its own right. The more he sucked in my fluids,
the more the burning ignited. I tried to clamp my thighs together to
quell the desire, but Tyran wouldn’t let me. He wanted me to suffer
this unbelievable pleasure.

As my blood dried, Tyran kissed the wound then trailed
down, kissing little pecks over my skin. Once he reached the soft
curls of my womanhood, his finger left my clit. Wet from my
excitement, he licked his fingers clean. His mouth descended down
between my legs. I cried out as his mouth enclosed my clit. He was
careful to keep his fangs away from my most sensitive of areas.
Tyran sucked harder on my swollen mound. My hands found his
hair and I tugged, forcing his face deeper into my core.

His tongue began flicking at my clit. It massaged over the
top which sent my back arching. As his tongue found the
underside, I leaned forward. He was controlling my movements
using my clitoris.
Very dirty, Tyran.
My legs draped over his
shoulders as he ate, his tongue remaining in place while his fingers
found my core and plunged deep. I bit my lip hard, but the
sensations he was giving me overlook the pain. I wanted to scream
out as the pressure built, but with stiffs possibly walking by I knew
I couldn’t.

His mouth was on mine again. His lips were wet from my
body. A different one of my fluids to taste. Somehow I found it
erotic. He grabbed a hold of my breasts and pulled hard on them,
my nipples peaking under his touch. My hands reached between us
and I found his cock, hard and damp at the tip. There wasn’t
wasting any time. Stroking fast and hard, he moaned into my
mouth as his body trembled. My hand rubbed against his thigh to
send another shudder, but keeping him from reaching the edge.

Tyran whispered something inaudible to me before
plunging deep inside me. A cry escaped my lips as his hips began
moving. At first slow, gentle and teasing, but as the minutes passed
he became rougher, more violent. My legs wrapped around his hips
to keep him close to me. I met his thrust with my own, head
leaning, back arching to take more of 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 long. I ran in to a fury.”
CHAPTER 7
“What the fuck is a fury?” I blurted out.

 

“You don’t remember? Half human, half bat?”

 

I did recall it. Just chose to forget. “What happened?”

“Well I wanted to get you a present so I ran the three miles
to your Wal-Mart. It was dark inside, but as a vampire I could see,
I found youfood and this.” He pulled a small white box from his
pocket and handed it to me. My hands shook as I took it. He
continued, “On my way out I heard a screech. When I looked up I
saw a nude woman with wings. She swooped down and picked me
up.” He ran a finger through his bangs. “Luckily, I had your knife
so I cut its foot off.”

For the first time I saw blood down his arm. Like the
zombie’s, it appeared to be paste. Standing up, I used a shirt and
started cleaning him up. The liquid was thick, but I managed to get
it off him. As I tossed down the shirt, Tyran wrapped his arms
around me and nibbled on my ear.

He whispered, “I was so worried I wouldn’t be able to give
you that present.”

 

I leaned into him. “I would have been afraid that thing
would have eaten me.”

“Never.” His hands covered mine and we opened the box.
Inside was a white-gold ring with a ruby. It glittered in the
darkness.

“As you say,
I’m a vampire and when Hell’s Gates close,
I’ll go back. When that day comes and your life goes back to
normal, I want you to look down and remember our time together.”

I didn’t know what t
o say. We had chemistry, but I thought
it was purely sexual. He was a vampire and I considered myself a
hunter. I didn’t really trust him, although I found myself heading in
that direction and fast. Our time together would consist of amazing
sex, maybe a few laughs, and him teaching me the best way to
exterminate the creatures that roamed the Earth.

His smiled disappeared. “Just promise you’ll always wear
that ring.”

 

I slid it over my middle finger. The colors seemed to dance
off my pale skin.

He pulled one of the straps to my tank down, exposing my
right breast. A smile lit his face as he whispered, “I do believe you
owe me a thank you.”

**

 

“Do we have to get up?” I whimpered.

 

“Yes.” Tyran slid on his boxers. “Like I said, we’ve got
problems. Flying problems.”

 

“How do you kill a fury?”

 

“Remove its head.”

 

The same way to kill a vampire. A shudder ran through me
thinking about it. “That sounds like a piece of fucking cake!”

 

“I’m glad you’re excited.”

I wiped the blood from my wrist, where Tyran had bitten
me while we had sex, and showed it to him. His tongue licked at
the droplets. Closing my eyes, I allowed the chills to run over my
spine at Tyran’s cold touch. His eyes were wild and red, a sign he
wanted me.

When it was clean, he turned over my palm and brushed
kisses along my knuckles. “You don’t have any tattoos, Kat. Wear
that with pride.”

It didn’t hurt. A
nd any pain Tyran caused I was accepting.
Sure, I was being dumb. Stupid even. But the way he made me
feel…No man had ever even looked at me before.

I sighed. “When are we leaving?”

“You need to get some sleep. First thing in the morning. I
got more food for you.” He winked at me. “You’ve got plenty for
me. And we’ll be able to see the furies if we cross one.”

“Any plans?”

 

“I hope we can shoot them down then cut their heads off.
How good a shot are you?”

“You should know firsthand.” I chuckled. “Not great, but if
it’s close,I can take it down. Haven’t you learned that the hard
way?”

He made a face. “True.”

I watched as Tyran spread a blanket over the futon and
picked me up. He nibbled on my ear as he laid me down and
covered me. Faintly I could feel a summer’s breeze and a light
rain. When had the drizzling begun?

All was washed away as Tyran folded himself around me in
a protective way. I snuggled into him and drifted off, still
clenching my ax.

**

A dim light through the clouds woke me up. Stretching my
back, I sat up. Tyran pulled me back into his arms, caressing my
belly. I giggled as he sucked on my neck. Too far. I was letting it
go way too far. It was just sex and I had to remind myself of that.
Pushing his hands to the side, I stood and slid on a clean pair of
black jeans, a red corset and my steel toe boots. Strapping my
holster around my belt loops, my ax, knife and pistol were in place.

“What are you doing?” Tyran asked.

 

“We need to leave soon. A fury may think this is a nice
nest.”

 

“Are you sad to leave?” He stood and pulled his jeans on.
His black tank was next followed by his own boots.

I had to look away. He was so fucking sexy in his clothes,
muscles flexing so I could make out every vein in his forearms.
Arms that made me feel…”This is just a house. I can make
another. Don’t think I’m going to stay here and put myself in
danger for a couch and paint.”

“Just asking.”

Throwing clothes and soaps into a duffle, it seemed I was
prepared for our journey. I wondered how long Tyran would stay
with me. If we ran into some other vamps, could he stop them?
Talk them out of eating me? The only luck we’d have if we didn’t
find anything. But South Dakota was at least twenty-five hundred
miles away. It was going to be a bitch.

I turned to him. “You ready?”

 

“Have you eaten?”

 

“No. I will later. Just want to get out of here.”

He smiled. “I’m starving, but I suppose I can wait.” He
wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close to him.
Tyran’s lips brushed across mine. So sensual. “I’m in some serious
trouble.”

I looked up at him. “Why is that?”

“I don’t think I can let you go.”
“I can. Tyran, we had sex. I hope we have more. But we
will part ways when the timing is right.” I stepped away from his
grasp. “Now, are you ready?”

“For our fabulous vacation? Seeing the mid-west, the
mountains, and plains. Fuck yes.”

Peeking over the edge, I couldn’t see any monsters below. I
slid down the ladder with my duffle straps over my neck. Tyran
followed me, took my hand and led me through some trees and
brush. The run seemed to last hours, but we managed to reach a
main road. Route 61, one of the most popular roads in Norwalk.
Well, it used to be. Now it was deserted with only a few cars
smashed into one another.

Lying on the ground was a scooter. Tyran ran over to it and
checked the ignition. He gave me a thumb’s up. Keys were in it.
He set it on its wheels and turned the machine on.

“We have some gas.” He turned it on.

 

“We should be able to get some distance. Those things get
like seventy miles to the gallon.”

He looked at me
, puzzled. “Really? Last time I heard
anything about Earth muscle cars ruled the world.They didn’t get
far on a tank.”
“Welcome to the twenty-first century.”

He smiled and lifted me onto the seat. As his leg swung
over, I yelled and yanked my ax from its holster. He ducked just as
it crossed his path.