All Chapters of The Last Woman After the Apocalypse: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I screamed like a crazy person the second the ground dropped away under my feet. Air battered my face while the tower pulled upward behind me, and all I could think was that Lars had finally found the stupidest possible way to kill me. I had thrown myself from a cliff once and somehow survived, but this time I had chains on my wrists and a Dragon insane monster had shoved me from a tower with his own hands.My body slammed against something solid and alive, knocking the air from my lungs. I squeezed my eyes shut through the impact and the violent movement under me, then opened them to find myself stretched over the back of a massive scaled creature high above the earth.It was Lars in his dragon form, which meant throwing me from the tower had apparently been his method of getting me onto his back. I pressed myself against the scales and hooked my chained arms around one of the ridges along his neck while wind battered my face and whipped the wool coat around my legs. The higher we

I shifted my eyes toward the metal pressed against my right temple and traced the gun barrel up to the hand holding it. The man behind it looked to be in his early fifties, with a round stomach under his shirt and a cowboy hat pulled over his forehead. His face was unreadable.“Drop the food,” he ordered.I opened my hands at once. The crackers and half-eaten can fell to the floor.“I’m not a thief,” I said. “I was starving. I only needed something to eat. There was a little boy here too. I was trying to feed him.”I moved my head toward the place beside me and found it empty. The boy had been right there with his palm open, waiting for food, and now there was no sign of him. I stared at the empty space, trying to understand how a child could leave that fast without making a sound.The man shifted the gun against my temple.“What boy? You said you were feeding a boy with my goods.”I opened my mouth, but nothing useful formed. I stammered through half a sentence before giving up becau

Blood covered my face, neck, chest, and arms. I had grown so thin that my cheekbones stood out and my eyes had sunk deeper into my face. The jeans and shirt he had handed me sat loosely on my body. I stared at myself, then at the dead man behind me, and forced my eyes back to the mirror.“I will do anything to survive,” I told the woman staring back at me. “And I’m going to find out what caused the Crimson Veil. It destroyed what was left of my life after Rafe lost his fucking mind.”I hopped into the bathroom, leaving bloody prints behind me.Pain stabbed through my ankle whenever it moved, but I stripped off the ruined clothes and stepped under the weak spray. Red water spiraled toward the drain while I scrubbed blood from my hair, face, neck, breasts, stomach, and thighs. I kept washing until most of it was gone, then wiped down the bathroom as best I could while balancing on one leg.A small wardrobe held another set of women's clothes in the same cowboy style, jeans that fit bett

How did these bastards keep finding me?The men outside the supermarket had tracked me by scent. Rubbing corpse rot over myself had hidden me from them, and then I had washed every bit of it away. Maybe all that soap had made my own scent stronger again. Maybe being the only woman walking around this hell for now made me impossible to miss.I had no clue, and there were too many of them for guessing to matter.The rifle would not save me in an open room against this crowd. I needed a door that could hold them back for a while, and Mom’s study was the best option left.I pushed myself back through the house with my bad ankle screaming at me, got inside the study, and locked the door.The stranger was in the chair exactly where I had left him.Of course he was.For one ridiculous second, I hated him more for being calm than I hated the men tearing through the house. At least they were honest about wanting to get to me. This man sat there with no urgency like somebody waiting for a bus w

A slow smile touched my lips.“Then take me.”She smiled in return and stripped herself in two motions.Her cock stood flushed against her stomach, already leaking at the tip, while her breasts rose with her eager breath. She was every contradiction my kind found exquisite, both and neither, hunger given perfect form. She moved toward me without hesitation, and our mouths met in a clash of fangs and tongue. One canine nicked her lower lip, offering me the first taste of her blood, and she repaid the courtesy by biting mine. Blood from us both flooded the kiss until our emotions gave themselves over to more desire.She undid my shirt with hunger, pushed the last barriers aside, and left nothing between us except skin and the chill of her chamber. I drew her right breast into my mouth, sucking the nipple hard before piercing the soft underside with a fang. Her blood flowed hot and rich across my tongue. She moaned against me, aching in closer, and pushed me onto the couch with an impat