He had just fed from the third person in a row. He was satisfied now. He could feel his system humming with satisfaction and pleasure.

It had always been easy to hunt, or more appropriately feed off from a human, but he hadn’t felt this great in along time. He knew it was because of the redhead.

Although, some humans offered themselves up as a feeding liter, some for the highness that accompanies it, and some for the money; it still didn’t compare to when you compel and ...