Chapter 25 - Transgressions“Oh, my God! My mouth has never been so happy!” I announced through my first mouthful of porterhouse. It was tender as butter, and juicy. The meat made my tongue come alive as the juices burst in my mouth. Chris had cooked it just right, left enough red (yes, blood), in it my werewolf's pleasure zone definitely liked.
“Thank you,” Chris said, looking pleased with himself and shoved a hunk of meat into his own mouth.
Cilia's eyes rolled, flicked up at Chris aiming a dirty look, then back to her meal. Now I knew what he meant, but she said nothing. She jabbed her fork into the salad with croutons and assorted veggies, and smiled demurely before shoving it into her mouth, and chewed her crunchy cud. Then she picked up the ranch dressing and tipped it until the slo
