Total pages in book: 148
Estimated words: 140412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 702(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 468(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 702(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 468(@300wpm)
“Okay, watch out for the—” Jonah shouts over our feral growls. My back collides with some shelves and things clatter and bang, but I wouldn’t care if the room was on fire.
“Fine,” Jonah sighs to himself. “I’ll just clean that up later.”
“Fuck me,” I moan against Nathan’s ear. “Please. I need it so bad.”
He reaches between us and frees his erection. He shoves my panties aside with two rough fingers, briefly plunges them inside of me, then replaces them with his cock.
“Fuck, yes!” I scream, slapping my hand against his back as he pounds into me, grunting and cursing with every thrust. I’m hot all over, sweat pouring down my neck as that heat scorches through my veins. All at once, it switches to freezing cold, then back again, the sensations growing stronger and more intense with each new wave. I lean back to look into Nathan’s eyes and they’re glowing silver, illuminated with flashes of orange and blue. I realize with a strangled gasp that the colors are coming from us, from pulsing light that accompanies each beat of our hearts, drawing a map of our nerve endings.
“What’s happening?” I whimper.
“I don’t know.” Nathan crushes my mouth with his and we tumble onto the beanbag chairs, the dubious cleanliness of them no longer a concern. He rams into me, his teeth sinking into my shoulder, my neck. I writhe beneath him, trying to get purchase to lift up and meet his battering thrusts. I climb higher and higher, the tension in my body wound to a near-breaking point and—
I don’t break.
It’s the stupid aphrodisiac. It’s doing exactly what it did the night Nathan used it on me, but this time it’s so much worse. My blood is burning and freezing and my skin is made of electricity and there’s no escape.
“No!” I gasp against Nathan’s cheek. “I’m so close!”
“Me, too,” he groans into my ear. “I’m right there and I just can’t—” He interrupts himself with a growl of frustration and drives his cock deeper, harder, faster, while I pant and plead, trapped at the same precipice. The serum is diabolical. My muscles cramp and strain and every time the base of Nathan’s shaft drags against my clit, I’m sure that will be the moment that I finally reach the summit I’m striving toward.
I scream in frustration, my fingers twisting in the fabric beside my head. There’s a loud tear and a plume of foam beads bursts into the air.
“Really?” Jonah exclaims in annoyance. “Really?”
“Shut up!” Nathan shouts at him. “How long is this going to last?”
“An hour or two?” When I wail in despair, he says, “Chill, I’m kidding, it’ll wear off in a minute. That’s what the caffeine was for.”
“Oh, thank god!” I lock my legs behind Nathan’s back and arch up, shameless. I don’t care if someone is watching us. I don’t care if this weirdo magician guy thinks I’m the horniest, sluttiest werewolf who’s ever lived. I need to come, so desperately that I wouldn’t care if we had an audience of thousands.
Knowing that the effect will wear off somehow doesn’t cut through our bodies’ desperation to try. Every brutal thrust forces a shout of pain from my throat, but Nathan doesn’t hold back. We roll from the half-empty chair and onto the painted cement floor. The rough surface scrapes my back raw as I rock under every deep, violent stroke of Nathan’s cock.
What if it doesn’t wear off? My brain torments me with panicked thoughts. What if it’s like this for hours? Days? What if never goes away?
I bury my face against Nathan’s neck, whimpering, tears gliding down my face.
“I’m…” Nathan begins in disbelief. “I think it’s…”
I don’t hear him. Every muscle in my body seizes up, then cramps. The precipice I teetered on gets higher and higher and I reach for the edge with my hand, wedging it between our bodies.
With a grunt of frustration, Nathan pulls out and I sink my nails into his shoulder to try and hold him back. He can’t stop now. Not when the aphrodisiac’s grip is finally releasing.
He flips me onto my stomach, apparently forgetting that I only have one arm to brace on. When he shoves into me from me behind, I topple forward, scraping my cheek on the floor and biting my lip. The taste of blood on my tongue drives me into even more of a frenzy, and I know that I can’t take much more of this torment without tearing myself—and Nathan—physically apart.
Nathan reaches beneath me to find my clit, rubbing me hard and fast, his hips slapping against me. He loses all sense of rhythm, giving over to furious, animalistic fervor. His teeth sink into the back of my neck as he lunges over me, driving deep one last time. He bellows with unrestrained pleasure and the sound, combined with the jerk of his cock inside me and the persistence of his fingers playing over my flesh, burst through the potion’s effects. Wetness cascades down my thighs, spatters on the concrete beneath my knees as I howl in the grips of an orgasm that feels like ten stacked together.