The second his blood makes contact with my taste buds, it’s like my world is turned upside down.
There is no other explanation for it.
It’s like tasting the sweetest wine in existence. Its fruit of the gods.
Pure euphoria.
I wasn’t sure what to expect, him being a male and all.
But I feel perfectly fine.
More than fine.
I feel fuller than at any time I ever drank from a female.
Maybe it’s okay because we are mates.
Mates.
Rob is my mate.
There is no other explanation for it.
I take long pulls on his veins because I can't seem to control myself.
“Sweet Song Goddess, this feels wonderful,” Rob says in a drunken voice.
He pats my head and rubs my hair as I drink, like a puppy.
I am taking too much.
It’s just hard to find the will to stop.
“Keep drinking, baby. Have it all,”
