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.
Chapter Three
“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.”
He touched her face, pulling it back toward him. He kissed her again, lightly, just a whisper of lips, then gently turned her toward the window.
She let go of him, took one step back then another toward the window. “I’m leaving because I want to,” she said, raking over his naked body with her careful gaze.
He nodded as he gradually slid off the sink. “I know,” he replied, rubbing the pain out of the backs of his legs.
“Hayden?”
It was Rachelle, the soft pad of her feet getting louder as she approached the closed bathroom door.
Mattie slide silently to the window, moving without taking her gaze from his bare skin.
Hayden turned on the faucet and spoke loudly over the rush of the water. “I’ll be right there.”
“You okay?” Rachelle called from the hallway. “Everything’s okay?” She was right on the other side of the door.
“I said I’ll be right there. Go back to bed where you belong.”
He heard her laugh, a husky warm sound. “Okay, all right, I get it,” she called, her voice growing distant as she headed to the bedroom. “But you don’t have to be so bossy about it.”
“You like me bossy,” he yelled, forcing lightness into his voice.
Mattie was pushing the sash of the window all the way up, looking out into the endless storm. Once the opening was wide enough for her to climb through, she sat on the ledge and swung her legs over. She turned and looked at him from over her shoulder. “You’ll see me again soon. You know that, right?”
He nodded and looked away, staring into at the swirling steam rising up from the sink. When he finally lifted his head, she was gone, and the window had been pulled shut. Silently. Except for the evil electricity coursing through his body, it was as though she had never been there.
Hayden grabbed a towel from the rack and set it in the sink. Hot water splashed into, soaking it quickly. Once
it was completely wet, he turned off the water and wrung it out. Once he was sure the towel wasn’t dripping wet, he wrapped it into another towel and carried them both to the bedroom. Rachelle was under the covers, only her face visible above the quilt. The sexual haze was gone from her eyes, and she was smiling.
Weighed down by the guilt over what he’d gotten her in to, Hayden climbed onto the bed and pulled the covers from her body. She was still naked, and the firm outline of her muscular body was outlined by the shadowy light coming in through the now-vacant window.
“See something you like?” she asked.
Hayden took the hot, wet towel from inside the dry one. “I like it so much I want to take good care of it.”
“I thought you already did.”
Hayden turned his face away and pressed the corner of the steaming, damp towel of the top of the arch of her foot. “Is it too warm?”
She stretched her legs and placed her feet side by side. “You may proceed.”
Hayden was thankful for something to do and he took his time, working his way gradually up the insides of her thighs, then circling around her pelvis. By the time he wiped the moisture off with the dry towel, she’d fallen asleep. He tossed both towels across his laundry basket and climbed in beside her. Outside, the wind-filled snow continued to howl. The whisper of it brushed the windowpane.
Hayden rolled over and tried to concentrate on the curves of Rachelle’s shoulders and the sexy slope of her neck. How much of that sex would she remember? He himself didn’t remember all of it, but he did know that he’d lost control. Thank God he hadn’t hurt her. But what about next time? He set his hand on Rachelle’s throat and felt the light, steady beat of her pulse, and considered the question again.
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