It spoke volumes that he was still here with me, and I wondered if having my blood twice yesterday was helping with his control. I needed to reconsider things due to the circumstances. I was the obvious choice for him to feed on. He couldn’t do any long term damage to me, and I couldn’t be changed into a demon. If I continued to let him drink from me at regular intervals, it would keep him from searching blood out from a different source—possibly killing, or turning, another witch or warlock. Originally, I abhorred the idea of doing this, since all of my past experiences with demons revolved around the fact that feeding on blood was bad. But now, because we’d received the Awakening, I’d become the perfect candidate. I also wasn’t too keen on experiencing the pain of his bite over and over again. Last night, though, was different. I almost desired the sting instead of fearing it. Maybe there was something to the aspect of allowing him to feed in the throes of passion.
