He scowled back.
My entire body ached with the need to drink from him, so I pushed his hands off my hips and slipped through the crowd.
When he followed at my heels, the people parted for him. They made space to let him through, when I would’ve had to shove and worm my way out.
Guess it paid to be a gorgeous, massive demon.
My chest rose and fell quickly, my heart pounding when we finally emerged.
The need was fierce, and hot.
I wasn’t sure I could fight it.
When I rushed toward the door, Zander caught my arm. I shuddered again at the contact, my feet failing me, and he led me across the room.
To the booths.
And straight into the roped-off one I had fed in the day before.
My fangs throbbed like mad.
My body did, too.
My thoughts were hazy, with bloodlust fogging them in a way it never had before.
I wanted Zander.
Ineededhim.
He left space between us in the booth, but sprawled out the way he always did. I didn’t even think the sprawling was conscious.
Digging my sharpened nails into my palms, I fought the urge to slip onto his lap.
“What are you doing here?” he asked me again, his eyes still narrowed.
“How did you find me?” I tossed back, fighting the urge to grit my teeth.
The hunger was intense.
With the smell of him in the booth, the man flooded my senses in a way I’d never experienced.
He finally answered my question. “It’s not hard to track your phone. I saw you leaving your apartment, and I live close by.”
Despite his admission, I made no effort to answer his question.
“You’re hungry, Sweetheart,” he finally said, his voice softening slightly. “Your eyes have already shifted.”
My lips twisted in a snarl, probably revealing my fangs. “I’m fine.”
He slipped his shirt over his head, and I jerked backward.
All of that gorgeous skin was on display—and I wanted it.
Ohhhh, I wanted it.
But I couldn’t let myself have it.
I couldn’t.