Mistress of the Undead

by Isabelle Drake

  “That’s enough Rachelle.”

  “I was just—”

  “Enough. You don’t know Mattie.” Matthew put his hand on the hem of the cloak, wrapping his fingers over the brown fur. “But she’s right about the strength. I wanted Mattie to be strong. I love strength. Power. That’s why I love her. Need her.”

  That was sick, Hayden knew, but instead of saying something he nodded, and was feeling so good, he almost smiled. Matthew was a freak, for sure, but they understood each other. They could work together, like a team. Get what they each wanted, then go their separate ways. No big deal.

  “That’s why I keep an eye on her. And everything having to do with her.” Matthew raised his lean arms above his head, laced his fingers together and stretched. “I really do need her. You should understand that.”

  Still nodding, Hayden copied Matthew’s motion and put his hand on the fur of the cloak, began stroking it. The soft hair made his palm heat and the liquid sensation traveled up his arm, across his chest. Each time he swiped his hand across the cloak, more heat swirled into his chest, gradually filling his body. The warmth was spreading, making him needy yet potent.

  Not needy, he corrected himself, flushed with strength.

  Was this what Matthew had just been talking about?

  Hayden pulled in a deep breath, and as he did, nearly all conscious thoughts drifted away and all he was left with was the heat and the simmering, electric power.

  Matthew moved closer. “Sit up.”

  Hayden did as he was told and watched as Matthew took one side of the cloak in each hand and then pulled it down to his shoulders.

  “Lift, your ass.”

  The guy had already seen Hayden’s cock, seen what he could do with it, so taking the cloak off didn’t matter. Hell, it might even serve as a reminder of how they were actually equals.

  Again, Hayden did as he was told and again Matthew yanked on the cloak. Matthew pulled it all the way off and then threw it aside.

  Yes. That was better. Now he was free.

  Hayden arched his back, spread his thighs, noticed his dick was starting to harden. After everything he’d been through with Matthew, resisting the urge to stroke himself was pointless. He reached down and grabbed his shaft.

  “I like the way you do that. Really strong. Confident.”

  Hayden watched his fingers moving across himself.

  “Not like Belmont,” Matthew added.

  Hayden laughed. “Pathetic. Just thinking about that guy screwing anyone makes me sick.”

  “How do you think I feel? That guy has been spying on me—us—for years. Can you imagine what that’s like, having someone watching you all the time.”

  He could. But this moment wasn’t about that. It was about him and Matthew.

  “It’s nasty.” He nodded to show his support. “Really gross.” Still stroking, Hayden closed his eyes, let the sensation build. “Someone wants something from you, they should just ask.”

  “Here. Let me.” Matthew brushed Hayden’s hand away, replacing the firm grip with his own. The guy was skilled, owed him something really, for what he’d put him through, so Hayden tucked his hands behind his head and let Matthew stroke his dick.

  That unreal heat, the feeling that had started a few minutes ago, was now flowing throughout his entire body, warming him, softening him, preparing him. Whatever it was that he’d been thinking about so intently less than an hour ago, no longer mattered. He could focus on it, again, tomorrow. For now, he had this bed, the bitter late night and Matthew.

  The attention, now, was good. He’d earned this service. It was right. Matthew owed him. Getting what he’s entitled to is part of life. Not his new way of life, but just what he was doing for that night.

  “You’re special, you know that, Hayden.” Matthew’s voice sounded like the soft winds that come before the snow. “You understand people. You see things.”

  Hayden groaned, continuing to ease into the warm seething strength. “Glad you appreciate that about me. Not everyone gets that about me.”

  “I do. I noticed that about you right way. That’s why I put you in the cage with Rachelle.” The mattress bounced as he scooted closer. The leather of Matthew’s pants felt soft and warm against Hayden’s leg. “I knew you’d be able to see her for who she really is. I was doing you a favor.”

  Sure, Rachelle was right there, but she knew it was true as well. She was a disgusting, spoiled brat. “Right. I see your point.” The stroking slowed, then stalled to a stop. Hayden waited. Still no caress. Then it dawned on him, how rude he was being. “Thank you.”

  “Good boy.” The movement started again, the firm pressure gliding up and down, the motion repeating over and over, not rushed, not hurried. So delicate, gentle, reassuring. Honest.

  “Maybe we should go get Mattie, see what she’s up to.” Hayden knew it was Rachelle speaking, but he didn’t know why she’d be thinking about Mattie. Obviously, he was the treat of the night. They didn’t need anyone interrupting them.

  “Not yet.” Matthew’s voice had grown distant, seemed to float above the bed. “He’s a little dry. We should get some more oil first.” Matthew’s caress stopped but the firm hold of his cock remained constant. “You want more oil, don’t you, boy?”

  Yes, of course it had been the oil that relaxed him, helped him clear his mind. “Sure, more oil.” Hayden’s senses were heightening, becoming clearer, more perfect.

  The soft thud of feet, probably Rachelle’s he mused, was full, round, musical. She appeared by his side, a bottle in her hands. He half-opened one eye, so he could watch her drip the oil on to his chest. The glistening trickle of the shiny oil caught the flickers of the lantern light. So beautiful, it was.

  “Pour some on his thigh. Right below his balls.” Rachelle did as she was told. Matthew let go of his dick to spread the oil over his thighs and around his asshole. His fingers worked across his balls, stopping short of his cock.

  “None for my dick?” Hayden asked.

  He was just about to demand he get what he wanted when Matthew said, “We have other plans for that.”

  How lucky Hayden was to be spoiled this way.

  No. Not lucky. Deserving. He was getting his due. He was strong. Worthy. He was entitled to this treatment. He arched his back, jutted his hard cock upward. If only one of them would get on top of him. He’d fuck them senseless. Hell, he could fuck them both senseless.

  “I want it on my cock.” He heard the plea in his own voice but didn’t care.

  “I’m not going to rub it all in. We want there to be some extra.”

  Hayden didn’t know who Matthew was talking to and didn’t care. “I don’t want extra. I want it on my cock,” he said. Was he begging? Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe he was demanding, urging them to do his bidding.

  Rachelle drizzled another line and it hit his skin like a snake, gliding across him with coiled purpose. “It’s going to take too long.”

  Matthew turned his attention back to Hayden’s cock, this time bending down to lick the tip several times, leaving it shining from his spit. “It works a lot faster on us. Not you, I mean, us.”

  “Us,” she whispered, the word light and filled with awe and a tremor of excitement.

  “Okay, pet,” Matthew cooed, grabbing Hayden’s shaft with his oil-coated fingers. “I’ll take you all the way.”

  The effect of the oil applied directly to the sensitive skin of his dick made his entire body shudder. It was as though the sensations deep inside him, the nameless ones, the ones without conscience, took ownership of him, silenced his thoughts and everything attached to them. Like values, ethics. Morals.

  There was only pleasure and the craving for more of it.

  He desired it. He was entitled. Earned it.

  Hayden groaned, lifted his hips, forced more pressure from Matthew’s rhythmic strokes.

  “There’s something I’ve been wondering.” The other man’s fingers continued moving, up and down, down and up. But it
wasn’t just Hayden’s cock being caressed. The effects of the touch pulsed through his entire body, making him tremble with a need so liquid it was feline.

  Hayden didn’t bother opening even one eye when he responded. “Mmm. What’s that?”

  “Tell me about Guy.”

  Hayden did open one eye. Matthew’s attention was turned downward, watching his own hands as he stroked Hayden’s rigid cock. “Why are you asking me about him? Seems like you’d know him better than me.” And why care now, when the man had his magnificent hard-on the cherish and worship?

  “He spied on me. On us. That’s not quite the way to get to know someone, is it?” Matthew slid his hand lower, flicked his fingertips over Hayden’s balls, curled his fingers over one soft sac then the other. “You’ve talked to him.”

  Talk? That wasn’t what Hayden would call those interactions. “Sort of.” And why did they have to have this conversation right then? “I don’t care about that old motherfucker. Keep going.” He groaned. “Harder.”

  “What’d you talk about?” The caress slowed to nearly a stop. “The three of you.”

  Hayden lifted his head. “Three?”

  “You and him.” Still caressing, he added, “And my sister, Mattie.”

  A bolt of warning ran through Hayden, but he labeled it as simple sexual need. Desperation for release. There had to be a way to get this conversation over with, so they could all go back to what mattered—paying attention to him and his rock-hard, king-size shaft. “If there’s something specific you want to know, just ask.”

  The caress stopped, and Matthew stared at Hayden for several seconds, his eyes hard and searching. Finally, he asked, “Why is he so interested in the dormants?”

  That? That red haze of warning fear faded. Of all the things the man could wonder about, Matthew wanted to know about those creepy creatures? Hayden scoffed, “How the hell should I know? You think I ask him questions? Take notes on his replies?”

  Matthew didn’t react to Hayden’s attitude. Instead, he started sweeping his gentle fingers up Hayden’s cock. “Rachelle says you’re interested in them too.”

  The pleading, sensual mood was quickly giving way to demanding anger. That was a fine thing for Matthew to say, considering that disgusting, insincere gift. And if Rachelle was so interested in the dormants and what Hayden thought of them, why didn’t she speak up and say something instead of loitering in the shadows. Bitch. “Nah. I’m not interested.” That thing under his bed gave him the creeps. If he could just get rid of it, he sure as hell would. But then where would he be? Surely Matthew was going to demand it back at some point. Hayden wasn’t so stupid as to think it was an actual gift. What the fuck. “I am not interested in them at all.”

  Thanks, again, for your thoughtful present, asshole.

  “Why were you looking at her, then?” Rachelle had come out from the dark and stood by his feet, watching.

  For fuck’s sake. Who cared? He sure as hell did not. Not right then. “Because she was right there on the floor, in front of everybody, I—”

  “No.” Her single word cut through the air.

  His mind was getting too fuzzy, his body too warm and fluid. Churning with a dense need. “I don’t know who—what—you’re talking about.”

  Something, maybe a snow coated branch, brushed across the roof of the cabin. The sound almost reminded Hayden of the outside world, of what he was there to do. Almost. He’d get back to that later. After this.

  “It’s okay. You can admit you were staring.” Matthew’s words were gentle as he started stroking Hayden’s thighs. “I won’t tell Mattie.”

  Rachelle squeezed one of Hayden’s toes. “Hayden likes to stare at women.”

  Why was Rachelle there? Why did she keep talking? They’d been having such a good time. If she’d just shut the fuck up and let this shit about Belmont and the dormants go.

  “All men like to stare at women. Think about fucking them.” Matthew said it softly, but with authority, as he started stroking Hayden’s cock again. “It’s normal. Natural. Just a thing that all guys do.” Matthew came closer, brushed his lips against Hayden’s ear when he whispered, “It’s part of being a man, isn’t it? Thinking about fucking random women is our right as men.” He eased back and looked Hayden in the eyes. “Right?’

  “I didn’t mind, Hayden, when you stared at Mattie.” Rachelle whispered in Hayden’s other ear, then licked his earlobe. “Oh, that’s right,” She tipped her head and knitted her brows. “You did more than stare at her. You fucked her. On film. Then used it to get famous.”

  Hayden squeezed his eyes shut, tried to block them both out. He didn’t want to talk about that. Didn’t want to think about that. He wanted the oil. He wanted the admiration.

  “Look how all that turned out.” She snickered. “But the bright side is you may get that job at The Globe. Right?”

  “No.” He let out a breath and opened his eyes. He couldn’t piece it all together right then. What did Rachelle have to be upset about? She was getting this free trip to Freakville. But if apologizing would shut her up… “Making that video was a shitty thing to do. I’m actually sorry about that.”

  Rachelle laughed, a full on wide mouthed endless laugh. She got up and went back to stand by his feet. “Do you want more bad shit to happen?” she asked, her voice cold.

  “No.” He sure as hell did not.

  “So that’s why I’m not going to tell Mattie you were staring at the one outside, as long as—”

  In his mind, the whole conversation circled around again. He pulled away from Matthew and sat up. “Staring at who?”

  “Don’t even try it Hayden.” Matthew folded his arms across his chest. “You saw her.”

  Finally, it clicked. “Tied up, outside?”

  Rachelle scraped the bottoms of his feet with her nails. “Yes, of course.”

  Hayden jerked his feet away. Why were they playing these games? “Mattie doesn’t care who I stare at.” His insides were beginning to surge. He tried to swing his leg off the bed, but his legs wouldn’t move. He kicked harder, but his leg stopped short.

  Matthew got up, circled the bed, dropping his arms and slipping his hands into his pants. “You really don’t know my sister well, do you?”

  No, that wasn’t true. He knew Mattie. Understood her. Didn’t he?

  That branch, or whatever it was, ran across the roof of the cabin again. He tried again to move his legs, but Rachelle leapt forward and pinned them down.

  Matthew pulled his hands out from his pants, began loosening his fly even more than it already was. “Do you want to talk about Mattie? Or Belmont?”

  Neither. But that wasn’t one of the choices. He fought with Rachelle for possession of his legs. “Belmont.”

  “Tell me why he’s so interested in the dormants.”

  “I don’t know.” But right then he wished he did. That haze was coming back into his brain, swelling his nerves, making them throb. He sagged into the pillow, let it soft cushion support his neck. They couldn’t make him say anything he didn’t want to. All he had to do was keep his mouth shut.

  Rachelle shoved her tits in his face, then brushed her nipples across his lips. He stretched out his tongue, flicked it across one. She giggled, shook her breasts. It was a playful, fun side of her he didn’t remember. No, maybe he did remember that side of her. Or had that been the girl he’d been with before Rachelle.

  He noticed her holding her phone up, selfie style. Matthew was stroking his cock again, and that all over heat was so good. What the hell, a couple pics didn’t matter. Even after she moved the phone to get Matthew into the shot, he still didn’t care. He’d ask her to delete them later. Of course, she’d do it.

  Glad the stupid, pointless grilling was over, Hayden let himself fall back into the sensations, letting the mood and atmosphere take him over. It was research. What better way was there to understand these things? None. No better way. This, this was the best way. And he was the best man for the job.


  And those pictures Rachelle just took? She was doing him a favor. He could send them to Bob. They’d use them, just like the ones of him and Mattie. Rachelle was right, he was one step closer to that job at The Globe.

  “You’re both disgusting.”

  Beads slapped against the doorway.

  Matthew withdrew, looked toward the rustling. “Don’t be like that, Mattie. We’re just having fun.”

  Rachelle’s phone disappeared. “There’s plenty for all of us.”

  Mattie slipped off her leather jacket, whipped it across the room and it landed on the wing-backed chair. “Shut the fuck up Rachelle.” She moved into the room. “Nobody here gives a shit about what you have to say.”

  That’s the truth, Hayden mused through his sex fog.

  Rachelle leaned forward. “Matthew cares what I have to say.”

  Mattie slipped her fingers under the bands binding her breasts, then tugged one down to reveal one of her huge tits. “Shut up Rachelle.”

  Rachelle scrambled off the bed.

  “Do you still need me?” Mattie tugged on another band until her other tit bounced into view. She came closer, spoke to Matthew. “Did you get what you wanted?” She started pulling down the bands.

  “I don’t think he knows.”

  Her hand stopped. “Then why don’t you leave him alone?”

  Matthew cupped Hayden’s balls, stroked the soft spot beneath, then inched his deft fingertips toward the hole.

  Hayden groaned.

  Do it. Go there.

  Chapter Six

  “Do it. Go there.”

  “Look at his cock. So hard. So long. It’s beautiful. Isn’t it, sister?” The pressure moved away from his anus, lightened across his balls, got firmer as it went all the way up to the tip. “You going to fuck him?” There was a pause, a flicker of touch on his tip. “Or am I?”

  Hayden stared at her tits, felt his cock get even harder. God damn. So hard. “You’d like to fuck him wouldn’t you, brother?”

  The bed shook as Mattie shoved Matthew off it. Her face appeared in front of him, and he looked at her with half-open eyes. “You don’t have to pretend to like Matthew.”