chapter 79

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