Jason was tall and lanky and always stooped forward slightly so I could easily reach his neck without rubbing up against his body. The day he stopped doing that is the day I knew he had crossed the line from bloodlust to lust-lust. That was also the day I could never risk taking another feeding from him. My desires were held by little more than tape and string as it was.
I had made a vow to my husband that I would never allow myself to fall in love with anyone, and definitely not Tyler's man.
I could smell his blood through the skin of his neck and although I had already fed some earlier with Paul, Jason's blood was a different flavor, a different feast.
Each of my donors tasted different, but my werewolf donors were my favorites. I'd never had real bloodlust for human blood, but werewo
