A Hunger Like No Other (Immortals After Dark, #1)

by Kresley Cole

“P-privacy?” she gasped. Amusement. “You have none.” He leaned his shoulder against the wall and crossed his muscled arms, as if awaiting a show. “Now, undress for me and let me see what’s mine.”

“I was hungry for anything.” He gave her a patronizing look. “Admit it. You like the way I taste.” She’d tasted power, tasted him, and lusted for more. “Go to hell.”

“Granted, with all your new curves”—he raked his gaze over her, then shook his head in that way men did, as if he was a goner—“I would no’ mind keeping you around as my mistress, but nothing so serious as my one mate.”

“But I’m still a male. Who’s been long without a woman.” Her heart sank. That’s why he found her attractive—because he’d been so long without. He’d probably find a perfumed rock appealing at this point.

Why in the hell would you keep me with you? You hate vampires—have shown me more disgust in less than a week than I’ve encountered in my entire life. Yet you kept me with you.” She gave a bitter laugh. “How you must have loved your little revenges. Did you get off making me nauseated with humiliation? Get a perverse thrill by insulting me one second then shoving your hand up my skirt the next? And at every opportunity to let me go, you demanded I stay, knowing the entire time that I was in danger. From you.”

“This is Regin, and you must be the ‘man’ she was with. She told me you promised to protect her. Way to go there, Ace MacFuckup—”

“I want no war with you.” “Then what do you want with her?” “She’s my mate.”

“I’ll demand that ride tomorrow, love, but first you’re going to see wild from a man who knows.”