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Chapter 6
     
    David gave Henryk three days.
    Three agonizing days where darkness descended
over his mind and refused to let go. Where pressure clamped down on
his skull, sending fire racing down his spine until he was
feverish, the sweat rolling down his back, his stomach cramping.
There was a constant throb in his chest, matching the one in his
cock, beat for beat. His need for Willa had burrowed under his
skin, stretching his nerves to the breaking point, agonizing him
until his muscles were ready to shatter.
    He was close to the edge of his sanity,
pushing at the limits.
    Three days he stared out Henryk’s window into
the woods. Day after day, he stared between the cool, quiet depths
of the forest and the blurry image of a swan he’d taken by the
pond. The picture wasn’t good, his aim had been completely off and
there was an odd distortion warping the frozen scene. But, except
for the handprints on his chest, it was all he had for proof.
    At night, he closed his eyes to relive the
moments in his dreams. Innocent green eyes imploring his help. Her
sweetness and her song. Her hot, dripping pussy sliding down his
cock, closing him tight in her convulsing depths. The shifting of
her honey hair over his belly, his thighs. The velvet of her tongue
and the deep pulls of her mouth over his length.
    More than once he’d woken up screaming her
name. Yelling out as his dick flexed, releasing his pleasure over
his navel as phantom sensations of cool hands stroked over his
heaving chest. Henryk would come running, embarrassing David. But
the old man would only shake his head, promising that the pain of
addiction would pass soon enough.
    The old man was gone for the moment, but he
would be back by sunset. He never stayed out past the light’s end,
rushing home as night descended, his eyes darting around the little
cottage until they came to rest on David. Then Henryk would sigh,
his shoulders would drop in relief. It was difficult to know if the
feeling came from David’s presence, or if Henryk was terrified of
the dark.
    He had reason to fear the dark woods outside
his window. David didn’t.
    The compulsion grew, minute by minute. It was
torture, shuddering through him as he stared out the window,
watching the light fade, his fingers clenched around the photo of
the swan. David’s lungs seized, breath was impossible to find. A
wave of need nearly took him to the floor and his decision burst
through him like a blade, bringing cold clarity. Determination.
    Spinning from the window, staggering around
the furniture, David rushed to the door. He threw it open, letting
the breeze caress his cheeks and fill his chest with air. The woods
hummed, sung softly, whispering for him to dive into the trees and
find his Willa.
    Relief closed around him the moment he
stepped between the branches of the pines guarding the entrance to
the path. Without a pang of regret, knowing in his heart Henryk
would understand, David didn’t hesitate. Every step eased the
hunger of his addiction, his heart lightening, his lungs loosening.
His fevered skin cooled, the vise around his head eased. His feet
took him deeper unerringly, his sense of direction honed by years
of nature photography in remote, unmapped locations.
    The sun abandoned the forest long before it
gave up its hold on the sky. David’s eyes strained as he pushed on.
His thoughts became muddied, difficult to remember as mechanical
determination set in and destroyed all logic. Blindly, he followed
the distant song of wolves calling to him, telling him what paths
to take.
    The moon was high overhead and his legs ached
by the time he stumbled into the clearing. Ringed with twisted
pines, the circle’s grass grew over his calves at the edges, but
was flattened toward the center. He was drawn to the open area like
a lodestone, remembering the one where he’d shared such pleasure
with Willa.
    Reaching the middle, he paused. The breeze
blew against him, a wolf howled. Both were