Maisie
My mornings followed the same routine for pretty much the rest of the second week. I was an emotional mess. Angry one second, happy the next. Sobbing one minute, high as a kite in the next. I became marginally unhinged and possessive, growling whenever anyone came close to my mates.
And then, it shifted again. I became insatiable. Again.
The tonic seemed to turn every instinct inside me up too high. It was like my body had forgotten how to behave like a civilized thing and chosen instead to become a creature made entirely of need.
Sex. Sex. Sex. I wanted it, couldn't have enough of it.
It did not matter which of my mates was on watch. If one of them was near me long enough, I ended up pressed against him in some empty corridor, making out.
"Please?" I said, purring against Soren, rubbing my breasts against his chest and reaching for his belt buckle. It was too complicated, so I just grabbed his cock through his pants. "Two minutes?"
