Jason felt the shift immediately. A pressure behind his eyes, a heat crawling under his skin that had nothing to do with the night air. His pulse hammered in his ears, and every muscle in his body tensed like a drawn bowstring. Something was wrong. His system was adapting again, and the side effects were hitting harder than before. Jason thought his body could adapt to every and everything but he didn't take into account that this included the desires of said things like The Marrow.
"Fuck..." he muttered under his breath, scanning the shadows around the ally because this was something .
He tried to compose himself, rolling his shoulders and taking a deep breath, but the sensation only grew stronger. It was like invisible fingers stroking along his nerves, coaxing his cock to swell and throb against his pants. His body reacted on its own, blood rushing south so fast it made his head spin.
