He saw that Catch’s fangs had dropped. Not something that happened often. The moment Catch began to drink from the other side of Matty’s neck, Turner’s confidence returned. This would work. She’d share their lives forever. They’d love her forever and ever and ever.
Matty could feel herself shrinking like the fictional Alice. She grew smaller and smaller as her body shriveled inside and out. It hurt but she had no voice to cry out. Even that was being drawn from her. Her body went limp as her muscles relaxed. No air in her lungs, no blood in her veins, no beat to her heart. Just enough brain power to wish for one last moment with Turner and Catch. To wish them love and happiness.
Everything ceased to be.
This is death.
Matty opened her eyes and looked down. Catch and Turner were on either side of her, trying to get her to open her mouth. I’m dead, you idiots. Oh, and I’m flying. She felt over her shoulder for wings but found nothing. Damn. On my way to hell then?
There was a bright light shining through the window and the nearer Matty drew to it, the more interesting and enticing it became. It looked warm and cozy and she was feeling kind of cold and lonely.
What is that weird taste?
Something slipped down her throat, fire burning its way to her stomach, surging into every vein and artery until her body was ablaze from her scalp to her toes. Yet it didn’t hurt and the metallic taste changed to become something sweet, sour, sharp, smooth. It was everything and nothing she’d tasted before.
Liquid ecstasy.
I want more.
Matty moved away from the window and looked back. Catch had ripped the sheet he gripped so hard, his beautiful face creased with anxiety. Turner stared intently at her, his wrist pressed to her mouth. Then Catch took over and Matty watched a trickle of blood fall down her chin.
Oh, that’s what I’m drinking.
The girl on the bed held out her hand and Matty reached for her fingers. She felt them wrap around hers and pull her down, down, down.
“That’s enough,” Turner said. “Seal your wrist.”
“But isn’t she supposed to wake up?”
“Yes. No. I don’t know.”
“Matty,” Catch whispered.
“We did our best,” Turner said.
She ought to open her eyes, but it was so peaceful just lying here. No worries. No concerns. No needs. Her body hers again.
Oh shit. Actually she did have one overpowering need. She’d never felt so desperate for sex in her life.
Matty opened her eyes. “I love you guys.”
Catch gasped and pumped his fists in the air. “Matty, Matty.”
He smothered her in kisses and while he tried to keep his tongue out of her mouth, Matty wanted it in. She growled when he pulled back then smiled when Turner moved in. Only he wouldn’t kiss her properly either. She reached for his groin and sighed when she felt his erection.
“Matty, what are you doing?” Turner asked.
She fumbled with his zipper. “If you have to ask, I’m worried.”
Turner pulled away so fast, he fell off the bed. Matty groaned and turned to Catch. He laughed and jumped back.
“We’ve created a monster,” he said.
She slumped down and bit back a whimper. Oh God, I am a monster.
“Shit, I’m sorry.” Catch pulled her into his arms. “Oh God, Matty. I didn’t mean it like that. I thought…you… I love you, I love you, I love you. We had to do it.”
“Do what?” she asked.
Matty watched the pair exchange desperate looks and slapped down the urge to giggle. What the hell was the matter with her?
“What is it?” she asked.
“Tell her,” Catch said.
“Why don’t you?” Turner crossed his arms.
Catch opened his mouth and then closed it.
Matty took pity on them. “You made me like you. Well, almost like you. I don’t have funny teeth.” She ran her tongue over them. “At least not yet.”
“You know what we did?” Turner asked. “You don’t hate us?”
Matty snorted. “These last seven months have been the worst in my life. No one to talk to, no one to hold me. Then you arrived at Milford Hall and shouted at me and everything changed. This last week has been the best in my life. I’m the luckiest person in the world because I have two great guys to love, and I knew no matter what happened tonight, nothing could take that away from me.”
“You love us?” Catch whispered.
“How could I not?” Matty asked. “A gorgeous guy like you with a full head of lovely blond hair.” She stared. “It is your own hair?”
Catch growled. “And my own teeth.”
“I like your teeth,” Matty whispered, and watched the lump in Catch’s throat move up and down. “And you, Turner, who tried so hard not to like me, but I knew you did really.”
“I love you,” Turner whispered.
“Take me home,” Matty said. “And show me how much.”
She stood up on wobbly legs and yanked all the pads and tubes off and out of her body. Her clothes lay on top of the bed and she pulled them on.
“Bye, Matty,” called the guy in the corner.
She looked at Turner. “Can’t you help him?” she whispered.
“I don’t know.” Turner walked to the other bed and Matty and Catch followed. Catch had her hand firmly clasped in his.
“Maybe I’m dreaming,” the guy said. “But I hope I’m not. I hope you’ve woken and you’re standing up. Whatever you had to give up to make that happen, it was worth it.”
Turner sliced into his wrist and pressed it to the man’s mouth. “Drink.”
Matty bit her lip as blood washed down his neck and then he started to swallow. Turner pulled away after a moment and licked his wrist.
“You’ve not turned him?” Matty asked.
“No,” Turner said. “But my blood might help him.”
“Is that why George could see me?” she asked.
“He has some of my blood, it makes him a little more than mortal.”
“My toes. Oh God, my toes. Shit, I can move my toes. My fingers… Oh God. Thank you, thank you.”
“You won’t remember us,” Turner said.
“Yeah, I will, but I won’t say anything.”
“You want to try with him?” Turner asked Catch.
“What? With my flimsy thrall? If you can’t make him forget, I won’t be able to.”
Turner stared at Mike who’d lifted his arm and watched his fingers move. “Repay the favor. Let this be a miracle.”
“It is. You guys are the best. Oh God, you’ve given me back my life.”
He started to cry and Matty hugged Turner. “Now take me home.”
* * * * *
“You drive,” Turner said.
“No, you,” Catch snapped. Matty had her hand in his pants. No way was he making her take it out. “We’ll change over halfway.”
“Fine.”
Catch bundled Matty into the back of the car. She had her pants and panties off and his chinos unzipped before they got out of the multi-story car park. He released a long groan as she swung a leg over his lap and straddled his thighs. Turner swiveled his head and cast him a quick smile, and Catch managed a weak one in return. Matty rubbed herself against him and purred like a kitten. Before his sweater was all the way over his head, her fingers were working at the buttons of his shirt.
It was dark. Maybe people wouldn’t see, though Catch wasn’t sure he gave a shit. Turner could charm any cop who stopped them. He whipped her top off.
Catch suspected his eyes had glazed over. He just hoped he wasn’t drooling. He’d always been a breast guy and Matty’s… Ah, they were beautiful. He’d touch them in a moment, after he’d drunk in the sight of her.
Soft fingers stroked his nipples then pinched, and his hips bucked. Matty squirmed harder against him and he wrapped his fingers around the cheeks of her backside and rocked her into him. When she licked his neck, Catch thoug
ht he’d come. She trailed her tongue up and down, lingered over a pulse point and he trembled in fear that she’d bite and fear that she wouldn’t.
But her mouth moved on, her lips sweeping along the line of his chin toward his mouth. Matty cupped his face and stared into his eyes as she held her lips an inch from his. Her eyes shone with moisture and Catch suspected his were the same. She didn’t need to breathe—did she? But her breath brushed his mouth in a warm wash of air. When her lips touched his, every cell sizzled, synapses snapped and limbs trembled. The kiss was electric.
Ours forever.
Catch slipped a hand between their bellies and found her clit. She was sopping wet. One rub and she gasped into his mouth. Her hand joined his between their bodies and she wrapped her fingers around his shaft.
“Oh fuck,” Catch groaned.
His cock pulsed in her hand. Her clit throbbed under his finger.
“I wish I could see what you were doing,” Turner said with a growl.
“Keep your eyes on the road,” Catch panted. “Concentrate on the sat nav.”
Matty dragged her hand up from the base of his cock, holding him tight, pulling the foreskin back over the head before she reversed the action. He couldn’t stand it. Catch wrapped his hands around her hips and Matty put hers on his shoulders. They stared into each other’s eyes as the head of his cock slipped between her folds and Catch lowered her down as slowly as he could. His head swam at the feel of her warmth welcoming his, her softness accepting his hardness, her cream easing his way. Catch didn’t want to stop sliding into her, wanted the sensation to go on forever, but finally they were pressed tight, skin to skin, nowhere else to go.
Matty leaned against him, her breasts crushed against his chest. Catch slid his hands from her butt up her back and feathered them down again.
“You feel so fucking perfect,” he whispered.
He rocked his hips, rolling up into her, and she tipped her head back and laughed.
“And you smell divine,” he muttered into the hollow of her throat.
She came, her muscles rippling over his cock, and Catch struggled not to follow her. He moved a little more, letting a fraction of his cock slip out before he thrust back in. Every movement took him a step closer to release, but Catch wanted to make this last. He could feel every part of her with his mouth, his hands, his cock. The different textures of her body, inside and out, were endlessly fascinating. Each drag of his cock through her silken folds made his heart pound louder in his chest.
Matty twisted her hips and squeezed hard. His cock jerked and Catch hissed. “You little—”
She did it again. His cock jumped for joy. His balls ached. His head throbbed with the tension of holding back but he wanted her to come again before he did. Catch reached for her nipples and tweaked. Matty gasped, glared at him and swiveled her hips as she rose and fell. Catch laughed but the clench of her pussy as she came around him, pushed the smile off his face. He shuddered at every clenching spasm, every squeeze and release and her orgasm pulled his from his head, down his spine, to his balls and out his cock.
“Oh fuck, fuck,” he gasped as he spurted into her.
The car swerved and Turner pulled off the motorway into a service station. “We’re changing over right now.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Turner tapped the wheel in impatience as Catch struggled back into his clothes. A giggling Matty crouched below the level of the window.
“Let me pull my zipper up,” Catch begged.
“What’s she doing?” Turner asked.
“The moment I get the damn thing up, she pulls it down.”
Catch lurched from the car and slammed the door. Turner got out the driver’s side and Catch staggered round to him.
“What’s the matter with her?” Catch whispered. “She’s insatiable.”
“You’re complaining?”
Catch groaned. “Not exactly, but is this normal?”
“It might have something to do with the turning.”
Catch rolled his eyes. “You think?”
“Your blood and mine, she’s got parts of both of us inside her. I don’t know what she can do, what she needs. Maybe she can even tolerate some sunlight, like you.”
Catch’s face lit up and Turner tried hard not to feel jealous.
The window slid down. “I’m waiting,” Matty said, and crooked her finger.
Catch dropped into the driver’s seat and Turner’s cock climbed in the back before he did. As Catch pulled onto the motorway, Matty sat on Turner’s lap and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around her, his hands roaming her smooth back. Cooler skin, Turner thought, not much but a bit. Oh God, will she forgive us?
She licked his tongue then sucked it, twisted hers around his, fluttered the tip of hers against the roof of his mouth and then dived deep. Turner tried to keep hold of her but she was like an eel, wriggling against him, her hands everywhere, legs entwined around his. When she kissed her way down to the bulge in his pants, he sighed and let her do what she wanted.
His zipper down, she managed to wrap her lips around his cock while she divested him of the rest of his clothes. Turner helped, torn between fear they’d get spotted and desperation to get inside her. Hard to believe he was the same guy who’d turned up his nose at the display of affection in The Rising Sun the night he met her. She’d changed him, brought him back into the world and made him realize what living was all about.
Matty had his balls in her mouth as she pumped his shaft between her lips. Turner shivered with anticipation. Her tongue moved back and forth over the plum-shaped head of his cock as if she was savoring an ice lolly. When she caught his eye, she smiled around him and released him with a soft pop.
“Want me to stay here or join you up there?” she whispered.
“Whatever you like, sweetheart. I’m yours whatever way you want me.”
“How about both ways?”
Catch snorted and Turner smiled. Did she think he’d disagree? The feel of her hot mouth sliding over his cock sent tremors racing up and down his spine. He stroked her cheeks with his thumbs, tracing the change in shape when she sucked hard. Her hair felt like silk against his thighs while her tongue and mouth dragged him closer and closer to heaven.
Turner was awash with sensation and emotion—relief that the three of them had survived, excited anticipation over what lay in their future while the thrill of orgasm curled though his body.
The fast sucks at his crest tipped him over. Cum seethed in his balls and spewed from his cock into her mouth. Turner forced his eyes open to stare down at her and wondered what he’d done to be so lucky.
More, more, more. Matty was consumed with the need for sex. Somewhere in the distant recesses of her brain she knew something wasn’t quite right, but the thought slid into mist and was lost.
She pulled herself up to sit on Turner’s lap facing forward, her legs spread wide so his cock lay between. Matty reached to wrap her arms around his neck and arched back against him. As Turner kissed her, he cupped her breasts and stroked her nipples between his finger and thumb, and she shivered.
“Shit, that is not fair,” Catch moaned.
“Stop looking through the mirror.”
“Easy for you to say. You couldn’t— Oh fuck.”
Realization struck Turner at the same instant Catch’s jaw dropped. “You can see her?”
“Yes,” Catch said. “But more than that. I can see you too.”
“What are you talking about?” Matty squirmed on Turner’s lap, caressing his cock with her wet thighs, making him slippery with her cream.
“Vampires don’t have reflections, princess,” Catch said. “I shouldn’t be able to see you in the mirror. And maybe it’s because Turner’s holding you, but I can see him too.”
“Oh good,” Matty said. “Watch this then.”
She lifted her hips and spread herself open to let the tip of Turner’s cock nudge the pucker of her anus.
“Oh God,” Turner ga
sped. “Slow, sweetheart. Just your cream on me. I don’t want to hurt you.”
He kept one hand on her breast and slid the other down her belly to cup her mound. Matty pressed herself harder against the blunt head of his cock. She imagined her body opening to him, pushed down and felt him slip a little way inside. She turned her head on his shoulder and kissed him, slid her tongue into his mouth as his cock slipped into her body.
Matty liked this, liked the way his hard flesh felt inside her, the pulse, the drag, the pull. She sank deeper and deeper, and Turner slipped a finger over her clit and into her pussy. Matty came apart with a keening wail and jerked as the car swerved left and then right.
“Eyes on the road,” Turner gasped.
“I’m trying,” Catch moaned. “You’re too tempting. You do realize somebody is bound to have reported us for indecent behavior. Probably the car behind that’s been up our backside for the last few minutes.”
“As well as Turner?” Matty asked.
“Oh fuck,” Catch said with a groan, and then laughed.
Matty relaxed against Turner’s chest as he finger-fucked her, shifting her hips up and down to slide on his cock. He was hot and sweaty against her back, his breath brushing her neck. Did he have to breathe? Did she? Thoughts began to creep into her head and she pushed them away.
“Can you feel your cock?” she whispered.
“Yes. Can you?”
Matty laughed. “Oh yeah.”
He had two fingers in her pussy now, rubbing one side of the thin membrane as his cock rubbed the other side. Turner bucked his hips to thrust up as Matty dropped down and each movement dragged a groan from them both.
“Two hundred and twenty three times seven,” Catch said. “Seven times two hundred is one thousand four hundred. Seven times… Shit, what was the first number?”
Turner laughed so hard his cock vibrated inside her. He licked her neck and then pulled away, and Matty knew he wanted to bite her. Properly this time.
“No,” Catch said.
“I won’t,” Turner whispered.
“Why not?” Matty asked. “How did Catch know?”
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