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

by Kresley Cole

His personality changed like rapid fire, from the soul-searing embrace in the rain when he’d pressed his naked chest against hers, to the howling attacks, to the gentle would-be lover in the bathtub last night. He kept her wary—an unfortunate and fatiguing state that she already tended to—and that frustrated her.

Craftsmen had begun constructing this bed on the day of Lachlain’s birth, not only for him, but for her. He’d often lain just where she was, staring at the carvings with fascination, fantasizing about his mate.

was absolutely stunning to Emma. When he’d sat back on his haunches and gazed up at the blue sky, Emma had felt the startling warmth of the sun as though she’d been there. Then a wave of emptiness had hit him. Why can I no’ find her . . . ? Emma was her. The one he’d longed for.

The scents, the sound of her breaths and her heart beating, the air rushing over her . . . heaven. This was like heaven.

Then she became aware of something new. The running was an aphrodisiac, with every footfall vibrating up her body like a long stroke.

Now that the night’s frenzy had passed, she felt an overwhelming joy that he’d claimed her, as if she’d waited as long as he had. She stretched, gazing up at the sky. The grass was cool beneath her and the air as well, but she was burning hot. She felt connected to everything, as though she belonged, a feeling that had always eluded her.

“No symptoms of excitement. But I did find her at the window, forehead and palm pressed against it, staring out into the night. As though she had feelings. As though she longed.” “I used to do that,” Emma murmured. She’d yearned for more, ached for something unknown. Had it always been for Lachlain?