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arms.“I was wondering when you
were coming to my rescue.”
     
He laughed and held me close. “Curiosity got the better of
me. Wanted to see how you’d do on your own.”
     
“I’m just so damn glad to see you.”
     
“It’s nice to be missed.”
    I peered down at the headless vampire lying a few feet
from me. His head was sitting under the zombie’s own, which his
body was slumped over the counter.
I motioned to them. “Thanks.”
    “Anyti
me. Just like helping the lady.”
“I find it kind of fun hunting the creatures of the night.
Much better than redecorating our home.” I put my coat on as
shivers ran over me. It was a mild December, but still chilly. Tyran
grabbed my shoulders and looked into my eyes.
“Kat, I fucking need you.”
     
I smiled. “And I need you.”
    He scooped me up in his arms and carried me out the door
and in the direction of my home. Once we arrived, he laid me on
my futon and began undressing me. Even though I was naked, I
wasn’t cold. The stare Tyran was showing was enough to heat
anyone. He dropped his pants and I could see the cold didn’t affect
him.
    Tyran nuzzled his face into my neck. I could feel his fangs
glide into my skin. Digging my nails into his shoulders, I bit my lip
to keep a moan from escaping. He pulled me closer as he drank
from me.
    When he finished and I was weak, he brushed a hair from
my forehead and said, “I can’t stand to watch you go up against
those monsters.”
“Hobby.”
    His hands ran up my legs and to my thighs. As he reached
my bottom I felt the muscles in his body tense. I kissed his neck as
he sank deep into me.
    He lay still for a moment just staring into my eyes. Tyran
took one of my hands in his and checked my finger. The ruby was
still there. He kissed the finger. I was about to speak when his hips
dove deep inside me. My nails dug into his back, teeth pressed to
his shoulder.
“Did you at least enjoy your hobby?” he asked, punctuating
each word with a thrust.
     
“Yes!”
     
“But you were glad to see me?”
     
“Yes!”
     
He laughed as the pressure built in my body. As I came
close he stopped. I gazed up at him, puzzled.
     
“Not yet, my Kat.” He kissed my forehead. “We have a
long time to make this last.”
     
“You have an eternity.”
    Tyran pulled me into his arms as his hips teased my body.
He murmured, “You need to stop risking yourself. I never want to
be without you.”
    I didn’t want that either.
Each dream seemed to center
around him. Whenever I saw red I thought of his eyes. Once I cut
myself and fantasied about him kissing the blood. No, I couldn’t be
without him.
    Tyran pulled me onto his lap. My hips moved as I kissed
him deep. As I rocked over him, his hand reached between us and
found my clit. Sure, I had masturbated while Tyran was gone, but
his digits seemed to have such a skill. I chalked it up to centuries
of practice. My head was thrown back as ecstasy washed over me.
I clasped on top on him, my body quivering. He grunted in my ear
and I felt his body shake. As the sweat began to dry I gazed into
his fire red eyes. Wild. Handsome. Sexy. He was perfect.
He cupped my face in his hand so I couldn’t look away. “If
any man, alive or dead, looks at you again, I will kill him.”
     
I smiled. “That works for me.”
     
It did work for me. As long as Tyran was by my side, it
would always work for me.
If you loved Tyran’s Thirst , coming
soon is the sequel Tyran’s Lust . Until
then, check out Erika Lindsen’s other
novella Soul below.

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    Chapter One: Drebi
n’s Mission
A soul—something humans held onto it like it had
worth. It was my job to take that wealth, and I did so with a
smile.
    Blood dripped from her wrist in little plunks of
crimson drops. Her life was fading away. I pulled a knife
from my pocket and gently scored the blade across my
forearm. I couldn’t believe I’d taken over four hundred
lives. Tonight was just