From Protector of the Grey House:
“I’m angry and riled up. I want release.” The fires of her furious passion burned beneath the surface of her calm exterior. Heat radiated from her skin and the scent of her blood invaded Vincent’s nostrils. He ground his teeth, closed his eyes, and dipped his head down to her neck. He growled softly near her jugular. His hunger grew as she whimpered and dug her fingernails into his arms.
“Go upstairs. I’ll be up shortly, and you can release your anger on me.” He still spoke quietly, and tried to control his own cravings.