A Hunger Like No Other (Immortals After Dark, #2)

by Kresley Cole

Who in the hell had programmed the Crazy Frog ring tone into her cell phone? Her eyes narrowed. Aunt Regin. The world’s most immature immortal, who looked like a siren and behaved like a frat pledge.

“Never run from one such as me.” Her attacker didn’t sound human. “You will no’ get away. And we like it.”

All her life she’d lived in the shadow of her aunts, who were so stunningly lovely that eddas were written about them.

She gave the impression that she needed a man—and he’d responded. Everything in him responded.

“The next man I take into my bed will accept me for what I am and won’t look at me with disgust just for the way I’m forced to survive.

I want a man who goes out of his way to make me comfortable and content instead of the opposite.

“Like everyone else, you walk right over me and never even look back to see how I fared,”

In the shower, I took release so I doona break my vow to you.” She frowned. “You mean you—?” “Oh, aye.” His lips curled as he looked down into her eyes. “Every night you’ve got me like a randy lad.”