Read The Willing for Free Online Page A

need you.”
    The mass of emotions that assaulted me
ultimately lost to his powerful voice. I wanted to run, I wanted to
cry, I wanted to laugh madly at the cannibalistic ritual I had
partaken of and the madman who was its orchestrator, I wanted to
throw up.
    But most of all, I wanted to be wanted.
The insecurity of being a Lycanti in a human world never left my
mind; I would never survive on my own.
    And he wanted me, so like once before,
I followed him deep into the woods. His first kiss was gentle, a
mockery of the savagery he displayed earlier that day. His fingers
ran down my spine and the vision of his claws, outstretched and
slashing, crammed its way into my mind. Revulsion rose up in me,
bile mixed with the hot blood from earlier. I pushed him away,
suddenly desperate to be rid of the images and taste in my mind and
mouth.
    I did not even get to leave his grip.
No matter how hard I pushed, he pulled me back to him, shoving his
tongue into my mouth and making the heat build in my body by
slipping his fingers between my thighs and dancing his finger in
circles on my clit. My body opened to him, legs parting willingly
to his rough but wonderful hands. The visions of blood left my
mind, and suddenly my body was shivering with pleasure.
    His mouth finally left mine, allowing
me to catch a breath as he traveled down my ribcage, paused for a
moment to nip my bellybutton, then plunged his head between my
legs. His tongue massaged the tender flesh in a constant motion
that brought me towards climax, and suddenly I felt his fingers
join in the battle for my body’s obedience. His middle finger
paused at the entrance to my core, stroking the sides easily and
making me arch towards him. When he finally shoved his finger in,
almost viciously, I cried out—whether in joy or pain, I could not
answer. I looked down to see him cradled between my legs and his
gaze burned back into mine, those blue orbs practically devouring
me.
    I was on the verge of begging for him
when he flipped me over into the dirt. I pulled myself up onto my
elbows, ready for him to enter me. Then, I felt the unexpected
tongue lap at the juices running down my leg and flicker in and out
of my pussy. I cried out, rocking back and forth to allow his
tongue to mimic the thrusting motion of a cock entering me
repeatedly.
    With my knees digging into the dirt,
the warm rich scent of coastal autumn all around me, I let out a
yowl of beautiful agony. Obviously pleased with his work, he
mounted me directly after my coming and with his hands yanking back
my shoulders and hair towards him, fucked me so hard that choked
sobs suddenly found their way out of my throat. His grunt of
pleasure did not come quickly, and with each thrust I felt like my
womb was being ripped open for all the world to use.
    After finishing, he unceremoniously
pushed me away from him. My tears mixed with the dirt, and I
wondered if I was now a part of Washington state’s history. His
feet materialized silently in front of me, and I looked up, gaze
traveling up in his legs, past that which had just given me such
pain, and into his scorching eyes.
    His words came out hard. “You will come
back to the pack. You will eat when I tell you to eat, sleep when I
tell you to sleep, and fuck when I tell you to fuck. Most of all,
you will travel when and where I tell you to go.” He breathed
deeply, cornering me with his eyes as I fought to the breath to say
something. “You are mine, Emily. Just as Sam was. And now Sam is
dead, killed by the others I own. Keep that in mind.”
    As he walked away, I knew that
everything he said had been true. And I fleetingly recalled that it
was Sam who had tried to get one of the humans away by snarling
deeply at one of his pack mates—me—and swiping at my face. We had
killed the human anyway, but Sam’s betrayal to the pack obviously
did not go unnoticed.
    I wondered what other parameters of
punishment Josh meted out.

    Sometime later, we were extremely close
to