With an effort I pressed the tip of my tongue over the wounds in her neck until the blood stopped coming.

I looked at Paul as I released her. He helped Monica to sit on the cushions. I had taken much more from her, and her eyes looked glazed.

"How are you holding up?" he asked.

"I think it's working. I feel a little ..." I couldn't describe it. Not horny but excited, but not anything like what usually happened. Of course I was cutting the feedings down to only ...