Willing (The Un #1)

20. Asher

Twenty

Asher

Forty-eight hours later and I’m going fucking crazy.

It’s been forty-eight fucking hours and she still hasn’t woken up yet.

In the grand scheme of things, it’s not such a long time compared to the hundreds of years I’ve waited. But time is relative. Two days can feel like a lifetime, and the brief time we spent together before she was turned felt like but a moment.

Staring at the vacant walls of this house has driven me to the brink of insanity. I know exactly how many dust mites lie on the floor under the bed. I know the way the ceiling fan in the room creaks on every third rotation. I know the mice living in the walls are all terrified of us, hiding somewhere in the closet on the first floor.

I fucking hate waiting, and not knowing how much longer it’s going to take is driving me mad.

If I had my own sire to pose questions to I might feel better, but he’s long been dust and bones. Is there something special about our bloodline? My children each took longer than the normal six-to-eight hours, but not by much. So, are we special? If so, did he know why?

Questions upon questions.

Staring at her sleeping face, I sigh with frustration. Not at her, but at me. Was this my fault? I drained her nearly dry… but the Order had been doing the same thing…

Had I paid more attention to her body’s health, would we still be in this mess?

Leaning down, I kiss her forehead. I’ll need to eat soon.

The glamoured humans out in the living room have been standing there for a day now. I’d let them slip into a glamour-induced slumber, but having that many bodies laying around on the floor was getting in the way.

“I need to feed, my fated,” I say and kiss her lips. “I love you.”

Eyes flashing open, she suddenly grabs my head, attempting to latch onto my neck.

Fuck.

I try to free myself from her grip but find that she’s nearly as strong as me.

Unholy gods!

Her legs wrap around my waist, and I’m forced to wrestle with her hands to restrain her.

A well-timed claw to my face tears into my cheek. Her tongue lashes out of her mouth to catch the drops of blood leaking down my face.

It’ll heal, but dammit, she’s wounding the shit out of me.

“Fucking hell, you feral cat!” I shout, pushing her down.

Grabbing both of her hands, I slam them over her head, and my hips thrust forward to hold her in place.

The door to the room opens, and I turn to see Raphael and Matthias staring at me with smirks.

Chloe begins to fight even harder, squeezing her legs tight around my waist. She’s trying to twist me off her, and it’s all I can do to keep her down.

More blood weeps from my cheek, directly into Chloe’s face as I shout, “Bring me a damn body!”

“Asher, what did we say about bringing wild animals into the house?” Raphael chides.

Matthias chuckles and looks at Raphael. “They never learn, do they?”

“I’ll fucking neuter the both of you,” I snarl.

Chloe growls again and thrusts her hips up hard, trying to get me to let go of her.

“ Chloe ,” I snap, looking her dead in the eyes. “ Calm. Down. ”

My words quickly have the desired effect, slowing her urgency to be free. But I can feel her trying to fight it through the bond.

She’s powerful, probably as powerful as I am. But I’ve had almost a millennium of practice, she’s like a wild animal acting on pure instinct.

Ambrose sweeps into the room with a glamoured male, his smile full and toothy. He looks positively delighted to be bringing food to Chloe.

“Hello, Mother Dearest,” he singsongs to her.

Chloe growls so deeply I can feel the rumble in my chest.

Fuck, that’s terrifying and extremely arousing.

Thankfully I had the presence of mind to dress her while she was turning. It’s just a plain pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, but I wanted her comfortable when she woke.

The thought of someone seeing her without clothing put me into such a rage that poor Maddox went through a wall. He made the mistake of entering the room to drop off clothing while I was sponge bathing her body.

It wasn’t my finest moment of rage, but I have no apologies for it.

Waking from a turning can be quite hard for any vampire, especially if left unattended like I was. I drained most of my village before I passed out in a cave.

The human that’s been brought in though smells exactly like what she needs—food.

I quickly let her go. She’s been struggling so much it could actually do more harm than good to keep her waiting.

This is the critical time now. She needs to feed on her own. She needs to go through the final stages of the turning.

All of us have been through this.

First, we die, then we awaken in a feral state. Succumbing to our vampiric instincts. In such a capacity, we lose the ability to think. Focused solely on feeding and surviving.

She leaps onto the male with her inhuman speed, her mouth stretched wide with the need to drink.

I remember some of my first feedings. The thirst, the undeniable ache to feed on anyone or anything. Thankfully all the humans we’ve acquired have been checked for drugs and disease.

Her fingers dig into the man’s shoulder, her nails easily breaking the skin when she pulls him to her. She has no grace right now. She’s acting on impulse, and it shows.

A spray of blood arcs away from the body when she snaps down on the throat and shakes her head.

The body is quickly drained, and I watch it slump to the floor.

Andrei bursts into the room with another male.

The thought of her touching yet another man to eat makes my stomach burn with jealousy. She shouldn’t be touching other men like this so intimately, even in feeding.

I fucking hate it.

Growling loudly, I say, “The next human that comes through that door better be a fucking female.”

I want the house filled with female humans from now on.

It revolts me to see her latching onto the neck of the second male. Her lips even deigning to touch another man’s skin like that burns a pit in my stomach.

She’d be punished for that if I thought she had any inkling of what she’s doing. All I feel through the bond we share though is the hunger and the need to ravage the humanity around her.

When the second body drops to the floor with a thump, she looks around herself, her eyes wild with lunacy.

Chole isn’t inside there right now.

My love isn’t there, it’s only her vampire. I can feel Chloe buried deep, but it’s like she’s asleep, not ready to face the world just yet.

Tsking to Chloe, Ambrose tries to clean her face, but she bats him away. Sending him flying toward Raphael.

Twisting around, she searches for something to attack.

“Out!” I shout to the men while staring wide-eyed at Chloe.

None of them have ever seen a soulmarked turned.

I haven’t either.

But I’ve heard stories.

Her eyes lock on me with a speed only vampires can match.

The intensity burns through my soul and scorches our bond.

Feeding is priority number one.

Fucking…

Fucking is priority number two.

Or perhaps I should call it mating.

She’s across the room and ripping the clothing that I carefully put on her to shreds before a second passes. Her warm, naked body slams into my body, and her heat radiates like a thousand suns through my clothing.

Her nails begin to tear off the clothing I wear, slicing into my skin as she slams her mouth into my own.

Our teeth clack together a couple of times before I force my will on her and calm her just enough to keep my tongue from being bitten off.

Would I ever admit to anyone else that she’s frightening me just a hair?

No.

But to myself?

Maybe?

She’s fucking crazed in her feeding, and I have a strong feeling she’ll be just as crazed in her mating.

Leaping up, she wraps her legs tight around my waist. Animalistic growls flow into my mouth as she slams her body against me.

Fucking hell, my hold on her breaks when she fails to feel my cock inside her, satisfying her need.

Snarling in frustration, she reaches between us, raking her clawed fingers over the fabric of my pants.

Well, I guess that’s one way to go about it.

Letting my pants fall around my ankles, I feel the cool air of the house around my cock. It’s almost pleasurable compared to the sweltering heat of her body.

Thankfully I have the presence of mind to reach between us before she can. Grabbing my hard erection, I nestle it up against her wet pussy lips.

This isn’t the best of conditions for doing this. Me trying not to trip over the two dead bodies while she tries to devour me from the mouth down.

“Fuck,” I growl when she nips at my tongue again.

Biting at my face, she tells me she wants me to hurry the fuck up. Her patience is quickly coming to an end.

Twirling around, I walk over to a wall and slam her spine into it, creating a dent that will support her. Reaching between us again, I lock the crown of my cock against her entrance.

“I’m sorry, my love,” I grunt as I shove deep inside of her molten pussy, “but I don’t think you mind right now.”

Her feral gray eyes begin to roll back in her head as she grinds down hard against me, stimulating her clit.

“No! Look at me, Chloe ,” I snarl and thrust all my will into her.

Eyes snapping open at me in rage, she thrusts down hard enough to make me feel an ache.

But I won’t let her have her lunatic way with me.

I want to see her eyes. I’ve been waiting to see those haunting eyes for two and half days. I need them as much as she needs to feed and fuck right now.

I see that all of humanity is lost when she stares back at me. There’s nothing beyond the here and now.

But I can imagine what they looked like when I kissed her all those days ago.

“Call me a hopeless romantic,” I grunt as I slam into her again. My dick aching from how engorged it feels. “But I want to see the woman I love fucking me back.”

Nails digging into my shoulders, she snarls and growls.

Spinning around, I walk us over the bodies on the floor, to the bed. Each step jarring me into her.

Collapsing my full weight on top of her, she bucks and thrashes. Trying to get me to fuck her hard again.

Biting down on her neck, I take a huge gulp of the blood slamming through her veins. I haven’t eaten since I turned her, and while I could go a couple more days without, I need it now to keep up with her.

Clamping my lips around her, I push a scream of frustration through the bond. I want her back. I want the woman I bonded with the second our lips touched.

She’s buried too deep, though. She won’t be surfacing any time soon.

Say you love me , I push hard on the bond.

Letting go of her neck, I pull back and slow my hips.

“I love you,” she says.

I reward her with a hard thrust.

“ Say you need me ,” I demand.

“Need you,” she growls.

Nodding my head, I slam fast and deep, watching as she closes her eyes.

Her bloodied face clenches up in pleasure. Her need finally being fulfilled as I focus all my effort on fucking her through the bed.

Offering the side of my neck, I say, “Drink.”

Latching onto my throat, she groans in contentment when my blood fills her mouth.

Biting down on her shoulder, I continue to work my cock in and out of her. Each thrust not feeling as forced. Her mind may be temporarily gone, but her body knows the age-old art of pleasure.

Losing myself in the rhythm, I feel our blood making a full circulation between us. This isn’t something we could survive on forever, but right now it’s perfect.

Her core begins to clench tight around my shaft, and I pull off her shoulder with a loud pop. Licking my lips, I groan at the feeling of having her against me.

Pulling away from my neck, she hisses loudly and seizes up in an orgasm. I can feel her heavy breasts pushing up against my chest, her hard nipples rubbing against my skin.

I want to do so many things differently… but the animal in her prevents me.

My balls begin to throb and ache, and my mind spins in circles for a minute.

I can barely keep myself from release… But should I not pull out? Impregnating her in this state doesn’t seem very wise…

Those thoughts end up being for naught. Sensing me holding out, she digs her heels into my ass and uses her strength to fuck me back.

Bucking herself up and down on my cock.

Forgetting that it’s not truly Chloe bucking and thrashing wildly against me, that she’s still asleep inside that beautiful head, I find myself falling deeper and deeper into her need.

When my own release finally pushes me over the edge, I come hard. Blasting shreds of my fucking being inside her pussy.

Crushing down on top of her, I rock my cock deep, grinding against her inner barrier. Suddenly consumed by my own feral instinct to make sure her womb receives every single fucking drop of my cum.

I want her filled and bursting with my essence. I want her fucking knocked up.

I want this woman, feral and all, to be mine forever.

Minutes pass before I notice that her hands have relaxed.

Head tilted to the side, her eyes are closed.

She’s asleep.

Fucking hell.

Yet again she’s out like a light with my cock buried inside her.

* * *

Three days of intense feeding and fucking pass. Chloe’s animalistic in her needs. It’s nothing but food for her body, and then fucking for… Well, I would say soul, but I don’t think that’s quite it.

It’s the basic needs that her brain is chasing—food, shelter, and mating. We’ve provided the shelter already with this bedroom, the food is in ready supply, and I’m her mate.

It’s now another waiting game for it all to end.

Exactly when and why isn’t said in any of the writings I’ve read. Sure, there’s been studies bounced around regarding the average length of time, but we seem to be blowing all those theories up. From the time it took for her to wake up to now, during the feral phase of the change.

Andrei has his theories on why that is, but I don’t think we’ll ever know the exact cause.

What we are certain about though is that she was constantly being used as a blood source. There’s no doubt that whatever they were doing to her wasn’t a one-time deal. How could it be? The Order is ritualistic in nature. Just looking at Isaac’s skin, his hunter bag, and the things we’ve discovered along the way, show that they’re methodical. Even if some of the things they use are old and outdated.

Cinnamon oil, running water, tattoos of holy symbols, and the little crosses they like to wear around their necks. Those are based more in myth than reality. Well, at least for my coven they are.

If we smell cinnamon, we look.

Running water? I have no clue where that old myth came from. We have no trouble crossing bridges or flying across oceans in planes.

Holy symbols? I know a few vampires who collect them as pretty art pieces.

All in all, they have a lot of things wrong.

Which makes me wonder just how the fuck they stumbled upon feeding their hunters the blood of the soulmarked. It’s obviously to give them a safeguard against glamouring and enthrallment. But what about the increased healing?

That gives me pause.

Did they know about that? Fuck, is it supposed to work like that?

Thinking back, I can’t figure out if it was because he was in close proximity to her while she was in close proximity to me, or something else. It's a circle of unending confusion. If we had known at the time what was happening, we could have tested.

That’s the thing though. If we had known, would I have let the testing happen? I doubt it. I was in such dire need I could barely control myself. There I was, charging to the house, gloating and ignoring everything around me…

But that I don’t think it was entirely my fault. Something about her brings out a madness in me.

The madness… That’s what I’ve been calling these past few days in my head. Every moment she’s awake, we both enter a crazed frenzy. Her fulfilling the basic needs, and me forcing her to say and do things to ease how fucking awful it feels.

But that doesn’t mean I don’t feel the remorse once she passes out.

I do, but does it stop me from forcing her to say things to me? No.

I’m thankful my sons were all much easier to change. With them, they only needed to be fed and sheltered. The male changelings don’t go through this… heat when they come out of the initial turning. No, they’re only hungry and want to eat in safety, even if that means decimating an entire village.

Maddox and Caden took out a French coastal village when I turned them. It was purely accidental, but it taught me a very valuable lesson. Make sure there is always food available.

Sure, we want sex after the full turning, but we’re in control of our bodies and minds at that point.

Chloe finishes draining her second human of the night.

I’ve been somewhat successful in getting her to slow her down. Using the bond to slow her roll, as the saying goes. I’m quite sure I’d have a house full of corpses and the Order surrounding surrounding us if I let her do as she wishes.

Growling at the thought, I finish draining the male body I’ve been feeding on.

I’ve never been truly sexist, but the female body has always been much more pleasurable to drink from.

Unlike this scratchy bearded asshole.

Unfortunately, it seems I can no longer drink from other women. I tried drinking from a woman after Chloe passed out but couldn’t bring myself to do it. Every fucking time my mouth would get close to latching on, I would feel this yanking on my soul, like I knew it was wrong. I tried to push through, but I ended up fucking gagging.

Me, the fucking head of my coven, gagging at the thought of drinking from another female besides my beloved…

Sucking on Chloe though brings me joy. It brings me life. Devouring her taste is like drinking ambrosia that’s been blended with water from the fucking fountain of youth.

Chloe turns to me when I drop the body in my arms and push it away with my foot.

Round number however many of losing all my clothes.

If my sons would shut the fuck up, I wouldn’t even bother wearing the damn things. I tried going around naked yesterday, but the casual erections whenever I thought about her bothered the guys quite a bit.

Chloe starts to move toward me, a hunter stalking her prey.

Raising my hand, I say, “ Stop. ”

Chloe instantly stops and stares at me, and I can feel her pushing back against the bond that’s restricting her.

She’s at her strongest right after she feeds, but this time I’m not budging.

“ Lay on the bed, ” I command.

Her movements are shaky as she fights me. She doesn’t want to do exactly as I said, but I don’t give two fucks right now.

“ Lay down on the bed. Now ,” I force once more into her.

Moving quickly, she lies on the bed as if she’s a corpse.

“ Spread your legs ,” I order, and don’t let up on the pressure.

She’ll be giving me pleasure now. I’m done with her making all the fucking starts.

Legs spreading to give me enough room to lay between them, she lifts her head to watch as I push my pants down my waist. My cock is already hard and throbbing from watching her naked body move through the room.

I may be in a royally foul mood during most of this shit, but that doesn’t stop the pure arousal I feel every time I see her face and body.

I want to fuck her mouth as bad as I do her pussy most times, but with her fangs out the way they are, I’d rather keep my dick.

Crawling up between her legs, I pause at her thighs. I’ve been wanting a taste of her since the moment she woke up. It hasn’t been a goal until tonight. I need it now. I’ll fuck her after I get my pleasure first. It’s time she figured out who the fuck is in charge.

I nip lightly at the lower part of her thighs then suckle.

This is for me.

She will be at my fucking mercy.

I can feel her struggling hard against the bond. She doesn’t understand what’s happening. She doesn’t understand why my cock isn’t inside her tight little cunt.

But she will.

Dragging my tongue up her thigh, I bypass her mark for now. I want that to be a special little secret. My tongue swirls on the meatiest part. It’s truly one of my favorite areas. Enrapturing me with her juicy flesh.

Though to be honest, every single part of her body is one of my favorite parts. She perfect in every way.

I nip hard at the flesh though, enough to give her a wakeup call.

A grunt comes from her mouth, not loud, but I hear it.

Just like I feel her resistance weaken.

Hungry to eat what I’ve been craving, I shove up and swipe at her pussy. My tongue flat and wide, I work from the very bottom up to her swollen clit.

Lapping at her like she’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted.

Because she is.

Gradually increasing my pressure, I growl, letting the vibrations coming from my mouth flow across her lips.

I pay extra attention to each little jump or burst of pleasure through the bond.

Focusing on what pleases her the most until she’s soaking wet.

The blood on my face from feeding mixing with her natural juices tastes fucking amazing.

But I want the real prize.

Homing in on her clit, I give it a little flick before sucking it between my lips.

Sliding my hand up, I push two fingers inside her dripping cunt and flip them.

Finding the rough little patch of flesh just inside her pussy, I stroke against it.

Her entire body locks up, her thighs clamping around my head, as I meticulously work both bundles of nerves. Sometimes my rubbing and sucking is in sync, and other times it’s in contrasting rhythms.

All depending on what I feel coming from her through our connection.

When her walls begin to flutter around my fingers and her hips grind her pussy hard into my face, I nip her clit gently with my fangs. Not hard enough to break her skin, but hard enough to force her through a violent orgasm.

My reward is a gush of wetness hitting my chin.

She squeezes my head so hard between her thighs I’d fear death if I was a mortal man.

For several long moments her body shakes and trembles around me, her pussy almost sucking at my fingers and drenching my face with her juices.

Once her tremors settle to small shudders, I release her and pull back.

Grinning to myself, I slide my fingers from her hungry cunt and shove them in my mouth. Cleaning each one with great care.

My will is still forcing her to remain as she is on the bed, but I can feel she’s getting ready to resist again.

I slam my desires against it.

“Say you love me,” I rasp.

“I love you,” she hisses as she tries to mentally break through my barrier.

“Say you want me,” I growl.

“Want you,” she responds.

“ Tell me how bad you want my cock, little hellcat ,” I order.

“I want your cock inside me now,” she snarls, fighting the bond.

“Good girl,” I chuckle before slamming my teeth into her mark.

My tongue lashes against the sensitive skin, blood seeping into my mouth.

Sucking hard, I feel her become submissive through the bond. Her body withering on the bed.

This is definitely new. I don’t know why I didn’t try it before… but fuck, it’s even better than eating her cunt.

Pulling my mouth away from her leg, I order her to keep her thighs spread.

Instantly they spread as if she has no free will at all.

At this moment, I truly doubt she does.

Not with me, I suspect.

Dropping my mouth to her thigh again, I suck against the freshly weeping wounds. My tongue lapping roughly against her mark every few seconds to firmly keep her in control.

Her body shakes and trembles almost violently.

If I didn’t know better, I’d think she was trying to fight me again.

But she’s not.

No, she’s coming over and over.

Trapped in a never-ending orgasm.

When I’ve finally had my careful fill of her, I slowly pull away.

Sitting up on the bed, I watch her slump down into sleep.

Then I lay down beside her and pull into me, draping her arm over my chest.

Eventually she’ll be doing this herself.

Until then I’ll help her out.