Servicing the Undead (2 page)

Hayden let out a thick breath and eased his shoulders back.
His book bag bumped his thigh, a reminder of what was at stake. “Yep.” He eyed
the coat, a mass of fur that probably cost a year’s tuition. “You had it on the
first night we met.”

She nodded, stroking the fur with two fingers. “I still feel
a bit bad for ditching that other guy.”

Her words were a lie and they both knew it. Rachelle rarely
felt bad about anything she did.

“He was in over his head,” Hayden replied with a shrug,
remembering the way the poor guy kept glancing at the door every time Rachelle
touched his arm. “He knew it, though,” Hayden continued, but even as the words
fell from his lips he was suddenly reconsidering the other man’s response to
Rachelle. Maybe the guy had been looking for a way out because he’d sensed
Rachelle was the type of woman to pull a man down the wrong path.

Why hadn’t Hayden considered that before?

“Stop looking like that,” Rachelle said. “It’s too late to
worry about him now.” She ran her fingertips down his damp sleeve. The collar
of the heavy coat fell forward, revealing very expensive-looking, intricate
black lace lingerie shoving her breasts upward into his line of view. The
gentle swells were impressive, but not in the dangerously sexy way Mattie’s
tits demanded attention.

A fat drop of melted snow ran down the side of his face,
trickling its way to his neck. Rachelle was right. It was too late. Too late
for her. For him. He clenched his jaw, fighting a roll of anger.

Feeling the threat lingering outside, he grabbed both of
Rachelle’s wrists and lifted her arms above her head. He leaned into her and
used his weight to press her to the wall. “I don’t want to think about that
anymore.”

Her bright-blue eyes gleamed. “Are you going to apologize
for keeping secrets and not telling me you had such a naughty side?”

What kind of girl gets so turned-on by her boyfriend
screwing around with another woman? Maybe he didn’t know Rachelle as well as he
thought. Maybe he didn’t really know her at all.

Hayden ran his mouth down her throat and then straightened,
taking his time to gaze across the black lace covering her breasts. Still
holding her to the wall, he angled back and checked out the matching garter
belt and panties. Sheer stockings covered her legs. “I don’t feel very sorry,”
he said. It was mostly true.

She ran her tongue between her lips then bit her lip. It was
a coy move he’d seen before, but this time he understood it was anything but.

“How
do
you feel?” she asked.

“Ready to fuck you senseless. As requested.”

“What are you waiting for?”

Hayden dropped her arms and shoved her through the open
door.

“I’ll be watching.”

Hayden didn’t wait for Rachelle to catch her balance.
Instead, he pushed her again, shoving her through the living room, down the
hall and onto his bed. She fell in a heap and then rolled onto her back,
grinning, the gleam of her perfect teeth reminding him of her privileged
upbringing. He tamped down on his resentment and focused on the straight, clear
expression in her eyes, the keen intelligence that snared him that first night
at the art opening when she’d ditched the other guy for him. He moved his gaze
across the solid muscles of her arms and legs, a reminder of her long athletic career.
She was a lot of things many women would never be.

Still on his feet, he could stop now and risk not giving the
creature outside what she wanted.

But even as he considered the possibility, he knew he wasn’t
going to stop. It was a wish, a pointless idea that he had any way to control
the wild thing that had come into his life. Until he had a plan to get rid of
her, she was going to take whatever she wanted from him and he was going to
keep giving until she didn’t want any more. His immediate concern—find a way to
keep Rachelle as safe as possible. Right then, that meant fucking her.

Rachelle’s heavy coat had come mostly off, and she was
clinging to it as though it could somehow help her maintain her dignity, that
ladylike composure that should belong to a young woman who’d been born and bred
to take her place in Boston society. As though the coat could somehow hide the
truth of who she really was, a girl about to be fucked by a boyfriend she
didn’t know that well while a creature perched on the ledge outside watched.

Hayden set his book bag by his desk and started shrugging
out of his coat. Once he had it off, he peeled off his scarf, gloves. Then he
started on his clothes, rolling his sweater up and off.

Rachelle had rolled onto her side. Her corset twisted, and
one of her nipples showed above the lace.

When she started to gather the coat to toss it on the floor,
he shook his head. “Keep it.”

He threw his shirt down, kicked off his pants.

Rachelle pulled her knees up, let her legs fall apart, and
then closed her knees again. “I stayed around even though you kept fucking me
vanilla-style because I just knew you had a dirty side.”

Mattie’s green gaze flashed in his mind, and he remembered
the other girl lifting her miniskirt for him, right there in the middle of the
library. He remembered the tight grip of her slick, wet channel and the way he
pumped into her. He’d screwed her right there on the library table.

“You don’t know the half of it,” he said, his gaze going to
the window. The blizzard was still fierce, but thanks to the street lamps he
could see into the swirls of snow. He crossed the room and peered out, looking
right, then left, searching until he found her.

Still hunched under the eave, she crept forward, smiled, and
then inched forward again. Hayden pulled a deep breath in through his nostrils
and let it out slowly through his mouth. Outside, the thing nodded, assuring
him she was going to get what she wanted. Again, she crept closer, smiling in
her unsmiling way, as she moved sure and steady like the storm.

Hayden moved away from the window, spinning on his heels so
the window was at his back. He could block the creature from his sight, but not
from his mind. She was already controlling him in ways he was only beginning to
suspect. The image in his mind of what he was about to do to the girl in his
bed was just one of those ways.

Rachelle lay before him, opening and closing her legs,
showing off the smooth skin of her inner thighs and the delicate lace covering
her pussy.

Maybe the effect the creature was having on him could
actually be a good thing. Revealing it to Rachelle would show her she needed to
leave him, and she would be free of the danger.

“Take off your stockings,” he said, nodding to the black
silk covering her muscular legs.

Rachelle was quick to do his bidding, unhooking the garter
tabs with a sweet, unsuspecting smile. She rolled the right stocking down,
unrolled it with a flick of her wrist and then tossed it toward him. It fell at
the foot of the bed, a sheer black snake stretched across the cream velvet
cover. She took off the other in the same way and then dropped back onto her
elbows.

Hayden had taken off the rest of his clothes and stood
naked, his body tense, his soul clouded. “The garter too.”

She sat up and reached behind, the twisted corset jabbing
into her rib cage. Once the belt was unhooked, it fell free and she tossed it
across the twin snakes of black silk.

He took the garter first, sliding into across his palms.
“You sure you’re ready for this?” he asked, pulling it taut with his fists.

“Yes sir.”

“Let’s start by making a couple rules.” He took a step
forward, conscious of his hard dick jutting straight out in front of him. “I
have two.”

“Not three? Don’t rules always come in three?”

“Not from me. I have two.” Hayden came around to the side of
the bed and snapped the garter. “Do you agree?”

“Aren’t you going to tell me what they are?”

“Nope.” He thrust his hips forward, and the tip of his shaft
pressed against her lifted leg. “You agree to follow the rules, then I tell them
to you, then we go ahead.”

She pouted, her pink lips forming a soft rounded hole he
thought about shoving his cock into. “And if I don’t?” she asked. But already
he knew she would obey. It was obvious in the quick rise of her chest and the
dark, lust-filled gaze of her eyes. But she had no way of knowing he needed to
push her past her limits.

Hayden rocked his hips again, harder than the first time so
she couldn’t miss the incredible stiffness. “You’re going to agree to whatever
I say. We both know it. But I want to hear you say it.”

“I’ll follow your rules.”

Hayden circled the bed so that the view from the window was
clear. “Rule one—do whatever I say.”

Rachelle stretched out, spreading her arms across the coat
beneath her as she tilted her head back and looked up at him from half-closed
eyes. “I’ll do whatever you say.”

“Give me your hands.”

She offered him her hands, and he wrapped the garter around
her wrists, looping the lace between her hands so that when he tied the ends to
the bedpost it would be harder for her to get free. Once he had her arms
securely tied above her head, he went back to the foot of the bed to retrieve
one of the stockings.

“What are you going to do with those?” she asked, her voice
a curious purr.

“Rule number two.” He tugged on the stocking. “Don’t speak
unless I ask you to.”

She chuckled. “Are you serious?”

She needed proof.

He wrapped the stocking around the base of his stiff cock
and tugged. The pressure increased, and he moaned with the need for release.
With each thump of his heart, the hot blood flowed in his veins, the pressure
building, blocking out everything else in his mind. He lowered his other hand
and caressed his shaft. The skin under his fingers was on fire. Even the
lightest touch made his nerve endings skitter. The pleasure was so intense it
bordered on pain, and he continued to stroke himself, feeling the last shreds
of his human control slipping away.

Still holding the first stocking, he took the other and
wrapped it around his tip. Once it was secure, he tugged lightly, the sharp
stab of pressure took his breath away, and for a split second he was lost, a
captive of himself. He tugged on the second stocking again, almost hoping he
would pass out from the force of the sensation. But the pain only served to heighten
his awareness. Rachelle’s deep, heavy breathing. Mattie’s stare coming in
through the window, reaching him, touching him, even though she was yards away.

He had no choice except to give her what she demanded.

Finally, he loosened his grip and dropped his hands. His
cock was impossibly stiff and tight, aching with need. He raised his face to
look straight into Rachelle’s keen gaze. “Do I look serious?” he asked, shocked
at the roughness in his voice.

Her sweet mouth opened, but just as quickly she snapped it
shut and nodded.

Gripping the stockings, Hayden moved back to the side of the
bed. “Sit up.” She did. Standing beside her, he reached around her and wrapped
one of the stockings under her breasts. He secured it tightly, feeling the
solid bones of her rib cage give slightly as he tugged it taut. Her tits lifted
and her nipples tightened. He licked the peaks. She arched her back and shoved
more of her tender flesh between his teeth. Once he was sure her nipples were
moist and hard, he took the other stocking and wrapped it above her breasts,
again tightening the silk and applying gentle but firm pressure on her
well-rounded mounds. There was enough length remaining from each stocking to
secure them together in the center of the front. He wrapped the ends around a
couple times. The final knot applied enough pressure to separate her breasts
and create a pulling-pushing effect.

Her nipples were pointed and hard, her flesh firm and
motionless. He reached forward and tapped each tight peak with his finger. “Do you
like it?”

She nodded. He grinned. “You can speak when I ask you to.”

She returned his smile, but hers was soft. “I like it. Very
much.”

“See if you can get your panties off.”

In response, she tugged on her arms, silently asking him to
untie her. He shook his head. “Without your hands. If you want them off badly
enough, you’ll find a way.”

She wiggled her hips side to side and the waistband of the
panties twisted, exposing a tiny bit more of her smooth skin and lowering the
panties over her hipbones just an inch. After several sideways attempts to
lower them more, she lifted her hips and scooted down as far as her tied arms
would allow. Then she crept up, using the curve of her ass to force the sheer
fabric lower. Each time she lifted her body, her back arched, forcing her
breasts up, closer to his face.

Hayden gripped his shaft and stroked. The tight, warm skin
felt good in his hand. Firm and alive. Very, very alive.

Still lifting and lowering, Rachelle started twisting her
legs, bringing her knees together as she wiggled on the bed. Most of her ass
was exposed and the sloping curve of her pelvic bone and the light patch of
hair were beginning to appear above the band of the panties.

Hayden continued stroking his cock, watching Rachelle
struggle with her task. Her head was thrown back, her lips open and moist, and
the scent of her arousal filled his nostrils.

“I can see you’re enjoying the challenge,” he said, admiring
the way she moved her body with long, fluid motions.

She turned her head and their gazes connected for only a
heartbeat before hers dropped to his hands. Her lips rounded, silently
reminding him what she had to offer.

Hayden let go of his cock and took the panties in both hands
and yanked. She wiggled, bringing her legs up so the scrap of fabric slid to
her calves then over her feet. He shoved her legs apart, and then climbed
between her knees.

A gust of wind howled past the window and the pane rattled.
Rachelle, stretched out in front of him, simmering with sexual need and taut
with expectation, didn’t notice. All of her attention was focused on him, and
she fully expected him to release the coils of tension holding her body tight.
Another roar of wind shook the window. Hayden couldn’t help turning to look.
Outside, in the night, gusts of white flakes circled and spun. Hayden shifted,
twisted until he could see farther. Even though he couldn’t see her, not even
the white flash of her cold fingers, he knew she was there. He knew because he
felt her and he felt her because she was inside him.

Hayden turned back to the bed and reached out to caress the
smooth skin of Rachelle’s stomach. The bursts of snow were so dense that the
light from the street reflected off the flakes, casting shadows across her
muscular body. The slick lips of her pussy glimmered in the pale sheen from the
street lamps. Hayden put one palm on each thigh and made circles with his
thumbs. It was a small touch, but Rachelle responded, arching her back and
dropping her knees lower. She wanted to say something, the question lingered in
her gaze, but she didn’t speak.

“Good girl,” he said. “I’m glad you’re following the rules.”

She almost smiled, but her need was too much. The curve of
her mouth softened and her lips parted as she lifted her head to look at his
rock-hard cock.

Hayden thrust his hips forward and let the tip of his dick
brush across her hot, wet pussy. “I know what you need, but you’re only going
to get it when I’m ready to give it to you.” He rocked again, hard enough so
his cock pushed between her slick lips. She squirmed and tugged on the ties
holding her arms. “And you have to earn it.”

He tilted his head toward the end of the bed. “Straighten
yourself out.” She followed his request instantly, sliding herself as best she
could so that her body was long and flat. Once she was as straight as she could
get, Hayden swung around so that he was facing the window and his back was to
the headboard. He rose up on his knees and scooted back. As he worked himself
over Rachelle’s bound breasts, his cock brushed against her tight mounds. His
balls rubbed across the stockings. Inch by inch he worked his way back. He
stopped once his ball sac was just above Rachelle’s open mouth.

He stiffened, pausing to feel the caress of her breath
across his tight skin. Each whisper of air came faster and harder than the one
before it. Hayden arched his back, spread his arms as wide as he could and took
hold of the headboard. He wanted to look at the ceiling, to avoid the call of
the thing waiting for him outside in the glare of the street lamps and snow,
but he couldn’t. The thing crouched on the ledge had possession over him and
there was nothing he could do to control the turn of his gaze.