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

by Kresley Cole

Her wounds had begun healing immediately when she drank from him. He could sustain her. Which was the least he could do, since she’d finally made his life worth living.

Is she everything you’d hoped?” “Much more than I’d hoped.” Lachlain ran his fingers through his hair. “I could never have conceived of a mate like her. Emma’s clever, with a mind so tricky and complicated, I know I’ll never figure her out. She’s far too beautiful and frustratingly secretive and no’ like any other woman I’ve ever met.” He took a swig from his glass, this time savoring it. “The more I understand her phrasings, the more I realize my mate is a droll lass.” His lips curled as he remembered some amusement. When he faced Bowe again, he said, “I had no’ expected her humor, but welcome it gladly.”

“And I like the lightning. I’ll know you’re never feigning it.” He kissed her, but he was grinning, so she punched him again. “Oooh! I wish you’d never seen it!” He gave her a lewd smirk. “If I’m outside and feel a charge in the air, I’ll know to come running to you. You’ll have me trained in a day.”

“You are kind and gentle. You feel compassion. I would no’ want you so strongly if I dinna know these things.” “But the Instinct forces you to want me. You said before that you had to keep me with you.” “Is that what you think?” He cupped her face. “The Instinct guides me to what I want and need. It directed me to the one woman I could make a life with. No matter what, it would always be you for me, but without the Instinct, I would never have recognized you as my mate because you are other. I would no’ have given us a chance—and never forced you to.”

“I’m about to give you a very . . . wild . . . ride.” Yet after everything that had occurred, his need for her was too strong, and he gave himself up to it, tossing her to her back and ripping her clothes from her. He made short work of his own, then covered her. When he pinned her arms over her head and thrust into her, she cried his name and writhed beneath him so sweetly. “I’ll demand that ride tomorrow, love, but first you’re going to see wild from a man who knows.”