Free Lust of the Cat Men: A Shifter Romance (The Pride Book 2) by Amie Heights Page A

violation of her body to match what had been done to Samuel.  She still had the scratches from where the claws had scraped her skin in their passion for her.  She didn't have the lightning fast metabolism the men did and it would be a few more days until she was fully healed. 
    Once Samuel had regained enough of his senses from the drugs they had sedated him with he had told the Pride that Alison had no involvement with what had happened to him.  She had just been a piece of decoration for the company she worked for, a pretty face to sit in the lobby to make them seem like every other business in the location to the causal eye.  When all Hell had broken loose and Gerald and William had raided the complex to save Samuel she had fled into the night.  She didn’t get far and was quickly captured as a right of vengeance. 
    After the first night she never saw any of the men after dusk.  Her door was always locked and she could not search them out on her own.  She wasn't sure she even would if she could, their nighttime forms were terrifying.  But, she had to admit, they were also very exciting.
    She remembered how the beasts had ravaged her in their anger and couldn't help but feel a stirring inside her.  She had secretly enjoyed the carnal lust of being used so raw and unprotected but kept this fact from the men.  She didn't want them thinking that they had to pick someone else for their revenge.  Now she was stuck here.  The Pride valued their secrecy over all else and now that she knew their secret she couldn't be allowed to leave.
    It was nearly noon and she knew any minute Jacob would be bringing her a tray of food.  It was always some type of meat like fish or steak or chicken, a testament to their feline nature.  She didn't mind the constant protein but after days of it was really craving something light like a salad.  She was tempted to ask if she could pick some of her meals but never did, this wasn't a hotel and she wasn't a visitor.  She was a captive.
    There was a knock at the door and Alison knew something was different right away.  Jacob never knocked, none of them did, and they would just walk into the room without concern for modesty or privacy.  It was just one of the little things that made them so different from normal humans. 
    “Come in?” she said, it came out as a question, unsure of what was on the other side of the door.  It slowly opened and Gerald walked in.  Again she was struck at what a beast of a man he was even before the Change.  Broad shouldered and muscular he came in and sat down on one of the couches in the room, motioning her to come to join him.
    Alison took a spot by him and looked at his face expectantly.
    “It’s been a week,” he said. 
    “I know,” she answered quietly.
    “We cannot release you,” he said, his eyes downcast, looking at the floor.
    “I know that too,” she said.  He still refused to meet her eyes so she continued.  “So what will you do with me then?” she asked him afraid to know the answer.
    “WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE ME DO?” he roared and Alison jumped at the explosion.
    Gerald was a good man and the fact that he had been keeping an innocent woman captive was wearing heavily upon him.  She didn’t blame him for the strong emotions that he was displaying, but it still frightened her.
    “I don’t know,” she said timidly as she felt the beginning of tears forming in her eyes.
    Gerald wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly as she cried.  He knew that she hadn’t asked to be put in the situation and held himself responsible, but he also knew he had to protect the interest of the Pride.
    “The reason why I came here is because I wanted to give you a choice,” he said.  Alison felt a stirring of hope in her chest.
    “A choice,” she asked.  “What choice do you have for me?”
    Gerald seemed to fall in upon himself his broad shoulders slumping.
    “You can leave here one of two ways.  He can make it so you are so