She hungered, but not insatiably so. She took the time to seduce this guy, let him make love to her, and didn't eat until he'd finished." And had become orgasmic while doing so.
A chill raced across her skin. Maybe it was too late to save Annabel—if saving her had ever been an option.
He frowned. "Not the normal behavior of a fledgling." "If Merry was a sample of normal behavior, then no."
They reached the concierge and made arrangements to rent a car. Five minutes later they were cruising toward Jackson Hole in a small sedan.
"Where to?" Ethan asked as they approached the welcoming warmth of lights.
She wrapped her hand around the bra. Images teased her mind, lust and hunger mingled with rising excitement. Annabel had found her next victim.
She licked her lips. "Take the next left, then cruise down the street until you see a bar with lots of pickup trucks parked out the front."
