Servicing the Undead (3 page)

This time when he looked outside she was there, staring back
at him through the single pane of glass. The weight of her gaze pressed across
his entire body and his muscles tensed. He gripped tighter to the firm wood,
feeling the muscles in his arms and shoulders flex. The tension worked its way
lower, each inch of his body turning hot and hard beneath the thick weight of
her gaze.

She wanted a show.

“Lick me,” he said. There was huskiness in his voice that
not even he recognized as his own.

Rachelle started to take his balls into her mouth. He lifted
up. “No. Lick me.”

He lowered himself. She complied, stretching her sweet, wet
tongue as far as it would go.

Hayden kept his gaze forward, refusing to admit to himself
that he was afraid.

Beneath him, Rachelle continued licking his balls, her
tongue working across his skin with steady and firm strokes. “That’s right. Just
like that.”

Outside, Mattie moved closer to the glass, her face near
enough that Hayden could see more than the cold hunger in her eyes. He saw
things he never expected. Longing. Vulnerability.

While Rachelle continued licking all the curves of his balls
she could reach, Hayden’s gaze stayed connected with the thing on the ledge.
The invisible pull reaching through the glass was becoming tighter and more
undeniable. Mattie lifted her hand and laid her palm across the pane. She
leaned forward, almost pressing her nose to the glass. A shiver of pity flashed
through Hayden. The emotion caught him so off guard that it took hold and
settled deep.

Beneath him, Rachelle moaned, and Hayden pulled his gaze
away from the creature outside to the woman licking his sac. To make Rachelle
safe, he had to push her harder to get her to see, feel the threat of danger.

“That’s enough licking,” he said.

She stopped the motion of her mouth, but her body shifted,
the tension of lust pulling her body taut. Ready.

Hayden avoided looking outside by turning his gaze to the
ceiling. A lattice pattern made by the shadows of the street lamps shifted
across the surface, hanging above the bed like a cage.

“Take my whole cock in your mouth and suck until I come.”

Immediately, she opened her mouth.

Hayden let go the headboard and dropped down so that his
hard cock was just above her mouth and his face was above her pussy. “You can
start now,” he said harshly as he bent this elbows and lowered himself. “Put
your head back. I want to make sure you can take all of me.”

She followed his instruction, positioning her head so that
her wide-open mouth was directly below his jutting shaft. He lowered his hips
just far enough to dip the tip of his cock into her wet mouth. He lifted it
out. “That’s right.” Lowering himself, he slid his tongue between her slick
nether lips, and then straightened his arms, lifting himself so that he hovered
above her. “And if you do a good job, I’ll eat your pussy.”

Rachelle started to speak, but he cut her off. “Remember the
rules.”

She remained silent, opening her mouth again, readying
herself to suck his dick. He lowered his hips and gradually slid his cock into
her hot mouth. She closed her lips around his shaft and sucked, pulling him
deeper and deeper in. Once he was in as far as he could go, she curved her
tongue around his shaft, swirling it around him with careful attention.

“That’s right. Just like that.”

His encouragement made her suck harder, and he let himself
go, forgetting about the thing watching him and feeling nothing except the
strong pull of Rachelle’s mouth as she sucked and licked his rock-hard dick.
The simmering current flowing through his body got hotter, heating his muscles
and centering his attention on his own needs. To fight the all-consuming lust,
he bent down and licked Rachelle’s pussy. Her slick folds were soft and so, so
wet. Her clit was stiff and easy to find. He flicked his tongue across it and
her strong thighs tensed, she lifted her hips, asking for more. Hayden
responded to her need, sliding his tongue in deeper, caressing her clit gently,
over and over again. She matched his rhythm, licking and sucking his cock,
using her mouth to consume his shaft.

He delved deeper, and again she responded, using her mouth
to tell him she wanted more. Each time he stroked, she did, and their motions
became one, they became one. Just the two of them. And he felt more connected
to Rachelle than he ever had.

The bliss was short lived. His awareness of Mattie came
back, slipping into the back of his mind and then seeping into his
consciousness. His awareness of her flowed through him like a heavy fog,
filling his veins with thick dread. It was as though Mattie sensed him
connecting to the other woman and used whatever supernatural power she had to
break the delicate connection developing between Rachelle and him. He fought
Mattie’s presence, trying to block the image of her out of his mind, but it was
no use. He tried to concentrate on the slick folds of Rachelle’s pussy, gliding
his tongue over her sensitive skin, but the heavy pulse of his blood slowed his
senses. He could no longer feel the glide of Rachelle’s tongue on his cock or
the wet heat of her mouth on his skin.

Hayden looked up and
she
was there, staring at him,
consuming him with her greedy gaze and demanding him to give in to her. He let
her essence inside him. With his next breath, his senses tripled, and he felt
everything. He could see the flecks in Mattie’s eyes. Somehow, impossibly, he
felt her breath inside him and the lick of Rachelle’s tongue and the slick heat
of her mouth. Keeping his gaze connected with Mattie’s, he thrust deeper into
Rachelle’s throat. His motions turned careless, but she didn’t pull away.
Instead, she took still more of him, letting him fuck her mouth with harsh jerks.

Every nerve ending in his body fired. His cock twitched and
his balls tightened. Hayden felt everything, every tiny motion of Rachelle’s
tongue, the slight graze of her teeth, the fleshy curves of the inside of her
mouth, and even the whisper of her breath brushing across the fine hairs
circling the base of his penis. The sensations pooled together, creating a wave
of hot electricity that ran through his body, electrifying his muscles and
heating his blood. It was like nothing he’d ever experienced, let alone
imagined.

“That’s right. Just like that.”

He dropped his head and tasted Rachelle’s pussy. He sucked
her plump flesh into his mouth and then speared her clit with his tongue. Each
lick brought a new wave of unbelievable, impossible pleasure, and Rachelle’s
response told him she felt the same fierce electricity and all-consuming
unnatural bliss.

Outside, Mattie stared, watching. She owned him. But God
help him, right then he didn’t care. He would’ve done anything to keep the
wicked sensation alive, living and breathing inside him—an all-consuming life
force of its own.

Hayden lifted his mouth from Rachelle’s pussy and looked up.
She nodded, the motion of her head slight, but in his heightened state his
vision was sharp. As he locked gazes with the woman outside, Rachelle sucked
his cock, swirling her tongue around his stiff shaft.

Somehow, Mattie knew each spin of Rachelle’s tongue. She
knew how desperately the girl beneath him was sucking, doing her very best to
please him. She knew and she approved.

He dropped his head, again placing his open mouth across
Rachelle’s hot, wet pussy and sucking gently, pulling her nether lips into his
mouth. His mouth came alive with her sweetness, and she responded by lifting
her head up and sliding his rod down the back of her throat. She took all of
him, her lips brushing the skin at the base of his shaft. The sensation was as
awesome as it was undeniable, unbelievable. Hayden gave himself up to the
pleasure and pumped his hips, lifting his dick out of her mouth then thrusting
it back in.

His cock twitched, and the first spurt of his hot cum rolled
down the back of Rachelle’s throat. She kept him in her mouth, widening even
more, letting him fuck her mouth as hard and fast as he could. Somehow he
managed to keep his mouth on her pussy, zeroing in on clit. Her release came
with a hard tremor, making her legs tense and her back lift off the bed. He
thrust and jerked. She stilled and gave her body over to him. They melted
together, becoming one explosion of sex.

Even after the tremors faded, he lay across her, she sucking
on his dick and he licking her pussy. The small, tender flicks of her tongue
started to bring blood back into his shaft. She licked him several more times
and then pulled away. His dick still ached for her attention.

“Can I talk now?” she asked, the soft tone in her voice let
him know she’d been satisfied with their arrangement.

Hayden gave her clit one last lick then rolled off her. He
raised himself up and twisted his shoulders so he could see her face. Her eyes
were half-closed and her mouth glistened from sex. “What do you have to say?”

She grinned. “I’m not sure that counts as fucking.”

Hayden spun all the way around and crawled forward so his
face was just above hers. His harsh demands and rough treatment hadn’t been too
much for her? “You don’t feel…what?”

“I felt it. It’s just that, well,” she lifted her body and
nudged his dick with her hip, “I noticed you were still a bit hard, and it
would be a shame to waste a hard cock.”

Despite the mind-blowing orgasm, his dick was getting hard
all over again and the need to fuck was still pulsing through his veins. It was
probably because of Mattie, but he couldn’t care, didn’t care. He needed
release and there was only one way to get it. This time he would have to be
just short of cruel.

“Thank God for the shots,” she said. “I don’t think my legs
could handle getting me across the room for a condom.”

Hayden grunted his agreement as he worked his way forward,
untied her wrists, slid his hands beneath her, and then spun her so she was
diagonal across the bed. The view from the window would be better that way.

Once she was settled, he worked his way down her body,
running a row of kisses from behind her neck to between her breasts. The
binding had held and her tits were high and tight, easy for him to find. He
pulled one hard tip into his mouth and grabbed the other with his hand and
pinched the nipple. Rachelle responded, arching her back and spreading her
legs, opening freely for him, silently asking him with her body to take
everything she had.

He positioned his shaft between her wet pussy lips. She was
so slick, so ready for him. His cock was hard and his entire body stiff and
tense. One solid thrust and he filled her tight channel. When he bumped her
cervix, he paused, taking the time to feel the tightness and the way her body
gripped him, squeezing his shaft.

Still deep inside her, he whispered in her ear. “Is that
what you had in mind?”

She moaned in response. “Fuck me, Hayden. Please.” She
lifted her hips, shifted her legs to spread them even wider, and grabbed his
shoulders. Squeezing her fingers deep into his muscles, she groaned into his
ear. “Now. Do it.”

Again, Mattie’s breath slipped inside him, an evil vapor
that dazed his mind. He lifted his body and angled himself for a fierce, hard
swing. He drove into Rachelle’s core, but unlike the first time, didn’t wait
for her body to adjust to his big, stiff cock. He hammered into her tight body.

If he had any worries about hurting her with his fierce
thrusts, the thoughts were too far back in his mind, veiled behind a sexual
haze of want and greed. Hayden continued driving into her, pounding and
grinding against her pelvis, feeling every curve of her cunt, even the slight
tickle of the dark-brown hairs between her legs. By the time the first wave of
his orgasm grabbed him, Hayden had nearly forgotten the woman beneath him. She
existed only in that she gave him what he needed—a sheath for his dick.

The spurts of his cum were demanding, stealing the last
shreds of control he had over his own body. His sense of time and place fell
away and long empty seconds stole his consciousness as his body swirled and
tumbled into pitch-black darkness. The nothingness waiting for him there was
brilliant and terrifying. He hung there, in the abyss, teetering on
consciousness until the jerks of his cock subsided, and his awareness returned.
He rolled off Rachelle and pressed his palm to her stomach. Her eyes were
closed, her breathing jagged.

He’d blanked out, didn’t even know if she’d come.

“You okay?” he asked. The question was just as much for him
as it was for her.

She didn’t respond. He lifted himself, unbound her breasts.
After he tossed the stockings to the floor, he pulled her to him and kissed her
moist neck. A bead of sweat rolled down, leaving a trail between her breasts.
The drop crossed over the slight red mark left behind by the binding. Hayden
kissed the drop away. He wanted to ask again, but the words wouldn’t come.

Outside the window, gusts of snow brushed the glass,
swirling in circles under the yellow light of street lamps.

Beside him, Rachelle stirred and a soft smile across her
face. “I guess, when it comes to you, I should be more careful what I ask for.”

Hayden lifted a brow.

“You did, in fact, fuck me senseless.” She pulled in a deep
breath and set her hands across his, laced her fingers through his and squeezed
them lightly. “I’m not even sure I remember all of it.” She tilted her head and
looked up at him from under her lashes. “Sounds crazy. Unbelievable. Doesn’t
it?”

He lifted their laced hands. “You liked it?”

“Liked it? Shit. I don’t know.” She took her hands back, sat
up, and looked out the window. “Maybe it’s the storm, but I—I—”

“Me too,” he cut her off intentionally. Whatever they’d just
experienced he didn’t want to dissect, to analyze. It was whatever it was and
it wasn’t going to happen again.

Both their bodies were covered in salty sweat, slick from
Rachelle’s arousal and his cum. He pressed another kiss to her neck and slid
away, climbed out of bed and threw the cover over her, shielding her naked body
from the view at the window. Once he was satisfied that she was covered, he
slipped down the hall and into the dark bathroom.

A gust of snow-filled wind swirled into the small room,
carrying a bitter chill. Mattie was there. She pressed her cold, damp body
against him and shoved him to the wall. Behind her, over her shoulder, he could
make out their reflection in the mirror above the sink. Ice and snow clung to
her tangled hair, dripping onto the powerful curves of her back and shoulders.
The sections of her bare skin glowed in the dim light. Between the strips of
cloth he spotted a wide column of black ink staring at the base of her spine
and ending about halfway up her back. A human would’ve been shivering. Probably
shaking from frostbite. But not her, she knew nothing of the cold, and in her
single-minded way, was zeroed in on him.

Even after the show he’d put on for her, coming twice in
less than an hour, his cock stirred when she pressed her cold, wet body to his
flushed skin and ground her pelvis against his. The damp strips of red wool
rubbed across his nipples and they tightened into pointed peaks. Warm blood
pumped through his veins, making its way to his dick. How was it possible to be
aroused yet again?

It wasn’t. None of this was possible.

“Well done, researcher.” She grabbed his cock and curved her
fingers around his hardening shaft. “You impress me.”

There were no human words for what he was feeling. He
grunted in response, but his body betrayed him, and he found himself leaning
toward her, seeking her strength and giving in to the power she had over him.

“You know, with only a bit of encouragement, she’ll be ready
to go again too.”

Hayden shook his head, even though his dick was growing
still larger in her palm. “No,” he said. “I’ve had enough.”

“You’ve had enough when I say you’ve had enough.” She let go
of his shaft and reached around to grab his ass. “Maybe if I join you two,
you’ll feel differently.” She caressed his flesh, sliding her hand between his
ass cheeks. “I’d be happy to—”

“Take control. I know.” He tried to push her back but she
used her strength to hold him.

“That’s right.” She nudged his chin with her nose. “You’re
beginning to understand how our relationship works.”

He tried again to push her away and she grabbed his arms,
turned him around, lifted him, and set him on the edge of the sink. She tapped
the door with her foot and it slid closed. “You and me are a matched set. A
linked pair. Unless, of course…” she tipped her head toward the bedroom, “I
decide to add her. Then we’d be a trio. I like the sound of that. I never had
two servicing me at the same time.”

The hard edge of the sink cut into the back of Hayden’s
thighs. “Leave Rachelle out of this,” he said, ignoring the pain in his legs as
he shoved at her.

She held on to him and whispered into his ear. “I think I
like her.”

An ugly vision started to form in his mind. He blocked it
out, but still knew it could turn into a reality if he let it. Hayden stopped
struggling. “You don’t know her.”

“And you do? Are you sure about that? I think we both
learned a lot about her tonight. She’s…responsive.” Mattie let go of his arms
and set her palms on his inner thighs, just inches from his jutting shaft. “I
like responsive.”

Hayden couldn’t help looking down at his dick. It was hard
and ready for fucking, and he knew if she wanted, she could demand it from him.
And he would do it. He’d do whatever she wanted. He worked to keep the dread
out of his eyes when he lifted his face to look at her again.

She moved her hands in and brushed her icy fingertips across
his ball sac. An electric pulse shot up from his groin. The muscles in his
torso tensed.

“I don’t need you again. Yet. But it’s good to know I’ve
chosen well.” She looked down at his cock. “The others will be jealous.”

He swallowed hard. The theory about some of her kind
existing off sex with the living was true. “The others?”

She lifted her head to look him in the eyes and grinned as
she caressed the hard edges of his shaft. “The others in the tribe.”

The tribe. Just like in the book he’d been reading when
she’d first come in through the window at the library. New images flickered
into his mind. The sex rituals, the man tied to the tree, the undeads constant
need for sex. Bile rose in Haydn’s throat, burning an evil path up from his
gut. “Don’t look like that. It’s good to make people jealous.” She pressed a
sweet kiss to his neck. “Sometimes, anyway. And especially some people. The
ones who deserve it.”

Maybe that was true. But they weren’t talking about
people
.

She kissed his neck again, softer, letting her cold lips
linger on his still-feverish flesh. Each press of her lips gave new life to the
sexual pull she had over him. A pull Hayden did not want or understand.

“I have to get back to Rachelle,” he said, speaking softly.
He leaned back and caught Mattie’s gaze. “Alone.”

Mattie stilled, no longer the aggressor, but not ready to
let him go either. That same expression passed over her face, the one he’d seen
outside when she pressed her hand to the pane of glass. The vulnerability was a
surprise, a shock, but somehow it still made sense. She must have been human
once. What was she like then? Hayden shoved the question aside.

He set his hands on her waist and kissed her lightly on her
cold mouth. “It’ll be better this way.” He didn’t really know what he meant by
the comment, but it sounded right. And it kept her from reaching for him again.

“Better for who?” she asked, her voice small and thin and
surprisingly unsure.

“For you. Me. Rachelle.” Again he wasn’t sure what he meant,
but as he spoke he got the sense that it wasn’t the words she was after. It was
the exchange. The very human connection brought on by the exchange of ideas. A
conversation. For the first time since they’d met, he had the upper hand. If he
kept it, he could get her to do what he wanted. He nodded toward the window.
“It’ll be good this way. You go back out the way you came. She won’t see you.”