Total pages in book: 164
Estimated words: 152666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 763(@200wpm)___ 611(@250wpm)___ 509(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 152666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 763(@200wpm)___ 611(@250wpm)___ 509(@300wpm)
Something else happened, though, too. A strange sort of heat flowered in my chest, like liquid fire dribbling down my middle. Strange currents of scent greeted my nose, too many to really decipher. The thick black of the night lightened minutely, as though pulling back, leaving room for shadows.
And then the presence stepped forward, some sort of decision made.
Adrenaline coursed through me as he neared, because it was a he. I had no idea how I knew, but like knowing his presence was there in the first place, I felt it. Felt him. His movements created nothing more than a whisper in the night, not a sound accentuating his passage. He stopped in front of me, where I knelt in the dirt at his feet. His height loomed over me while the heat of his body slid along my exposed flesh, cocooning me in his warmth. I swam in it, feeling his overwhelming power, his coiled strength.
Fucking hell, this actually felt amazing. Which meant it couldn’t be real. Something had changed. Even though I felt the predator, the danger, I no longer felt threatened by it. I wanted it nearer, actually. I wanted to pull it toward me.
What was happening? Had I somehow accidentally sampled my own product? Because if he’d slipped by Granny’s defenses, he’d either grab the product or grab me. He wouldn’t wander around this territory so lackadaisically, with no fear of being discovered.
“Look at me,” a deep, gruff voice commanded, and the effect washed over me like a pleasure bath.
His magic wound through me, delicious and exhilarating, like washing in a cool mountain spring on a warm evening, when everything was freshly in bloom. I closed my eyes within it for a moment, taking my time to savor the feeling before I did look up, sightlessly. Obediently.
Moments passed as he looked down upon me. Studied me.
“Beautiful,” he whispered.
His heat settled low now, an ache forming in my core. I almost reached out for reasons I couldn’t quite explain. I wanted to feel him. To run my fingers along his skin. Grasp his straining cock.
What in the holy fuck was happening to me? This couldn’t be any product I’d created, accidentally ingested or not. I didn’t have anything with an effect like this.
Then it occurred to me. The Moonfire Lily! I’d had it on my fingers. I’d been inhaling strong currents of its delicious smell. Maybe I’d ingested it, transferring it to my teacup and sipping it off. Was it causing this strange erotic fever dream? Was I actually on the trail by myself, kneeling in front of nothing, following commands issued by an invisible lover while danger prowled the wood?
Old gods help me, I really fucking hoped so. It was better than the alternative, which was that I was bowing before a predator, desperate to be fucked.
I squinted my eyes shut and lowered my head, willing this all to go away. Willing my mind to eat through the drug and reduce or stop the effects, something I’d learned to do over the years.
“Never bow to me,” came that deep, erotic voice full of power and authority.
Fingers touched the bottom of my chin, applying pressure, tilting my head back up. I didn’t open my eyes this time, as I still fought the effects of what had to be that Moonfire Lily. Quite the saucy little plant, I had to say. Very bad timing for a journey I was not prepared for, though. I would’ve rather traveled the path of this drug in the privacy of my cottage, stripped nude and spread wide, imaging this stranger tracing each curve of my body with his sensuous touch. I had a very good imagination when it came to these things.
Pressure filled my chest now, like someone was sitting on it. Heat was all around me, all through me. I practically vibrated with it. My pussy was so wet, wanting to be filled so badly.
“Kneel,” the luscious voice commanded.
I was fucking kneeling. That’s what it meant when you were on your knees on a path that hopefully no one else would be traveling tonight.
The presence walked around me and I could just barely hear his footsteps. And that smell—was that him? Warm sandalwood with a dark and forbidden smoky undertone. Hints of jasmine. Of sin. It lingered in my senses, manifesting the desire raging through my body. It put the smell of the Moonfire Lily to absolute shame.
“Please go away,” I murmured, willing this journey to recede. For the drug to withdraw its effects. I liked it, I couldn’t deny that, but now was not the time. I needed to figure out why the emberflies took off. “Go away,” I murmured.
I could end the journey of every single drug I’d made for the last five years. Every one, even those that had locked Raz in paralyzing nightmares until I’d shoved him into the supply closet. This one should be no different, regardless of the fact it seemed to be purely the plant without any sort of additive or alteration.