Chapter 147
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 werewolf blood was an altogether different matter. I wanted it even when my body wasn't hungry.