Hunger Embraced (The Hunger Series) Read Online Free

uninterested. I’m perfect food. Slick, tight, and accommodating—that’s me. Of course, if I actually fed my own vampiric nature, it’d be a great evolutionary advantage. I wouldn’t have to hunt for food. It would come to me. Although this time the reaction was more than biology. I wanted him all on my own, no magic required. Acknowledging the fact pissed me off more than discovering him getting all domestic and crap.
    “Uh-huh. Where’d the bacon come from? And please, explain to me why you are still here!” The volume of my voice increased with every word. My hands shook, and I clenched them into tight fists, fighting the urge to shove him into the living room. He’d gotten what he wanted and should have taken his gorgeous ass out of here. I’d committed an obvious tactical error.
    An adult vamp can feed on any number of things depending on their coven—the Blood Suckers, Empaths, Incubi, and thank the gods and goddesses I hadn’t met any Flesh Eaters. Well, maybe I had and they’d been polite enough not to take a bite out of my ass. My body is self-destructive enough to lead me right into a mess I can’t survive, and I have no desire to walk around missing chunks. Goose bumps covered my skin at the thought. Monet’s paintings are cool…as paintings.
    I crossed my arms under my breasts and blew a stray lock of hair out of my eyes. Great. Sex hair. A yawn tried to escape, but I resisted the urge and blinked at him. Yawning wouldn’t help my angry, naked, avenging butt-kicker persona. He needed to leave.
    T.T.B.’s gaze roved over the pushed up mounds of flesh, settled on my nipples, then traveled down to the juncture of my thighs. I cleared my throat and his attention wandered back up to my face, took in the set of my jaw and eyebrows, then returned to the stove. I didn’t blame him for staring; I wore nothing but thigh highs.
    Note to self: Do not bring any more vamps home for quickies and then fall asleep. A dirty alley would be better than this.
    “I went to the store. You don’t really have much to eat besides popcorn, jelly beans, and frozen chicken nuggets. Which don’t really qualify as food. Have you ever looked at the ingredients?”
    “Let me spell it out for you since you don’t seem to understand how this works. We fuck. You feed. You leave. You don’t stick around playing Sara-fucking-Lee in my kitchen!”
    I snatched the bag of jelly beans off the counter, frowning at the lack of weight in my hand. It was half empty.
    I was going to stake him. How rude can someone be? Eating half my stash while I took a nap.
    He looked at me from the corner of his eye, lips twitching. Of course they were perfect—
    full, wide, the bottom protruding in a pout.
    Asshole.
    A smirk spread his mouth when he caught the thought.
    “Is this how you treat all your conquests? If so, you aren’t going to win any popularity contests.” He twisted his body enough to look at me again. “How do you like your eggs?”
    “M-m-my conquests? Are you trying to be funny or insulting? Get out of my apartment! And don’t eat anything else on your way out.” I felt a foot stomp coming on but held back. Stomping the ground wasn’t the most mature way to express my displeasure. “And stop staring at my boobs.” I spun around, headed for my bathroom with my now decimated bag of candy, and slammed the door behind me.
    “I’ll make scrambled.” His voice drifted through the cheap panel in an amused tone.
    I almost ripped the shower curtain off the rod and turned around to give him the finger. Well, at least I had the jelly beans. I tossed the plastic bag to the counter and bent over to peel off my hose; surprise filled me at finding them salvageable. Huh. In fact, there wasn’t a run to be found. My thigh highs were usually the first casualty when I played semi-human buffet.
    Strange, the whole day was strange. I comforted myself with the knowledge that once I showered, I would throw him out if he wasn’t gone.