Chapter 26: That Old Black Magic

Naomi POV

Every hunter made jokes about running into sex pollen in the wild. At this moment, Naomi failed to see the humor.

“Zillah did this,” Cyran groaned. “I’ll either kill her or thank her.”

“She worked as a tavern maid. She knows how to mix a drink and brew tea. Who pays attention to the bartenders, even in a sophisticated place like this?”

Cyran clutched her to him. “‘Back for more tea?’ That’s what she said to me.”

“The taste is overwhelming,” Naomi moaned. “We might not notice a pinch of pollen. Even a pinch is plenty for shifter sex drives. I suspect she used blooming tribulus. Lightly sweet, a bit like honey, not overwhelming, but it would make even the most reserved shifter beg to mate with anyone nearby.”

She was going to say something about her own body blooming, but Cyran’s lips mesmerized her. She wanted to kiss him again so badly.

“How long does it last?” he asked.

“Twenty-four hours or until we get it out of our systems.”