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 ...