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I just smiled, slow and lazy, tasting copper where my lip split. Then I walked past her like she was furniture, picked up the half full glass of red I’d already doctored on the nightstand, three crushed capsules of the strongest aphrodisiac I could buy on the dark web, colorless, tasteless, hits in under eight minutes and turns you into a creature that needs to fuck more than it needs oxygen. You'll crave sex more than anything else. I turned back to her, glass in hand. She was breathing fire, fists clenched, ready to swing again.

“I couldn’t imagine Arielle doing something like that. She was careful, measured. She didn’t take shortcuts. She wasn’t reckless…” I turned to Dr. Ramirez, suddenly struck by something I hadn’t considered. A gut instinct. “Would aphrodisiacs have the same effect?” I asked, the words leaving my mouth before I even thought them through. Jared’s eyes widened instantly, everyone in the room stunned. But Dr. Ramirez quickly calmed down, he paused, considering the question, before nodding slowly. “It’s possible. Aphrodisiacs are a type of stimulant, after all. They can cause the body to react in ways it normally wouldn’t. In excess, it could lead to a crash like this.”

he raised the bowl of fresh golden berries, “heighten desire.” My eyes widened. “Do they contain aphrodisiacs?” He nodded, and I threw a glare at Corin, who only smirked as he plucked a berry from the bowl and rolled it between his fingers before popping it into his mouth. “Don’t worry, my lady,” Dominic drawled, “No severe side effects. Just makes you want more than enough inside you.” I swallowed hard and set the berry I’d been holding back into the bowl. “Then I’ll pass.”

I abruptly leap to my feet. “Is something wrong?” he asks, concerned. Oh fuvk! just stay far away from me. “Nope. I'm great.” “I'll get us drinks.” “No, drinks! Anything, but no drinks.” He shrugs, goes to a mini locker and brings out a bunch of cookies which he spreads on a flat plate. “Why am I getting spooky when I'm only having cookies…” I mumble after a few bites. “These cookies contain a bit of alcohol ingredient…”

she explains warmly, “It’s my own special blend. It replenishes energy and rebalances power in the body. Think of it as magical Gatorade!” I can’t help but wonder if her cookies work on people who haven’t been through near death experiences. I could probably use some magical Gatorade given what we’ve all been through the past few days! “And yes, you can eat these cookies even if you haven’t been cursed or otherwise injured,” she says with a grin, anticipating my question, “But it won’t do exactly the same thing for you. Its effects on you would probably be closer to drinking coffee. That’s the best way I can describe it.”

But… the aphrodisiac. I didn’t know it was the wrong chocolate until I picked up her chocolate wrapper and licked the part where her tongue was moments ago before she left. I was sporting a semi just from that and wanted more, and that’s when I remembered. I had bought them up for myself not knowing when I’d use it since it had been a few months since I last got laid. And I had given the aphrodisiac to the sweet, hot-as-fuck woman of my wet dreams.

She says to me and tears rolls off her eyes. I barge out of the room and go to search only my drawers for something. It’s an aphrodisiac that I got a time ago when I couldn’t feel anything. It comes from a long line of wolf history and it is said to make men have sex with woman that weren’t their mates. It makes your wolf lose strength and hence, the only thing a person thinks with will become his drastic mind. I gulp them whole bottle and I head back into the room. When I open the door, I find her on the bed.

I didn't want to go through the pain of losing another. __________ By the end of the movie there were some left over cookies. Florentine had been present with the rest but carl was stuck in her mind all through. She was hoping Thea would invite Carl. She thought things would be less awkward after he joined in the weekend's game last time. She went to her room but her feet had been itching her to go to his room. She didn't want to think about the reason she was craving to see him, she just wanted to go over to his room and hand him some cookies... Although the cookies were just an excuse to see him.

Even when the shark appeared, the two did not hug each other. Yes, treating one another cordially was already a huge improvement for Anthony, but everything was too slow! Therefore, when Luke was out for food, Susan arranged for someone to add an item to the backseat of the car. It was a very small sachet, almost unnoticeable. They would not be able to find out anything even if they went to examine it. When a man and a woman were confined to the limited space, this sachet would stimulate their hormones. It was a weaker form of aphrodisiac, but it could induce passionate feelings for one another.

“Yeah… your zipper was half undone, the strap slipping off your shoulder like it had given up trying to stay in place. Your dress was damp with whiskey, clinging to you in places, and the scent— rich, sharp— was like you’d bathed in a distillery. I remember pausing, stunned. You looked wild, disoriented… heartbreakingly beautiful in a way that made my chest tighten. I rushed to you, tried to steady you, talk to you— but you collapsed into me before a single word could escape your lips. I carried you to my room, called the doctor immediately. He checked you, gave you something to help you rest, and then quietly told me you’d ingested aphrodisiac – a libido enhancer that was also a powerful st