Servicing the Undead (7 page)

His other choice, obey.

He rose up fully on his knees and then inched forward, and
she bent her head back and parted her lips, licking the underside of his cock
as he slid into her warm, wet mouth. She swirled her tongue around his shaft,
taking in all of him. Hayden moved, pressing forward and ignoring the dead
silence behind him as he took the top of Rachelle’s head with his hand. He
curled his fingers, watching the strands of her dark hair tangle between his
fingers. The thick blood coursing through his veins heated, firing his nerves,
and electrifying the sensations of her mouth moving along his shaft. The
electrical pulses fired, again and again. He tightened his grip on her hair and
started pumping into her mouth. Using the grip on her head, he controlled the
pace and depth of the thrusts.

Outside, the wind picked up, howling, rushing across the
sturdy wood walls of the cabin. The world was still out there and,
unbelievably, he was still part of it. Bob Keeler, the guys at paper, his
friends, family it was all still real to him—as real to him as what he was
experiencing would be unreal to them. Behind him, Mattie’s lifeless breath
quickened. Matthew laughed lightly and muttered something Hayden couldn’t hear.

Rachelle let him pump into her, his thrusts coming harder
and wilder as the lustful darkness that had become his life swallowed him,
dragging him back into the now-familiar bleak sexual abyss. Hayden reached into
her hair with his other hand, grabbed hold, and fucked her mouth harder. The
release came hard and sudden, stealing his breath and the last of his
consciousness. Rachelle kept his shaft in his mouth, still sucking even after
his last pulse of cum. With his dick still in her mouth, she looked up at him
from beneath her lashes. She grabbed his ass and pulled her mouth free. His
cock was still stiff, filled with the dark blood of evil lust.

“Lie down,” she said.

His hands were still in her hair, and he lifted her to him
by pulling on the tangled curls. “You don’t have to do this.”

Rachelle giggled then reached behind him to grab the chain.
She stood and yanked on it, forcing him to his feet. She took a step back,
yanked again. “You’re forgetting about me, Hayden. I need to be fucked. It’s my
punishment for you to use me because I’ve been a bad, bad girl. Remember?
That’s why I’m locked in the bad-girl cage.”

Hayden resisted the urge to grab the end of the chain from
her and instead stood staring at her, searching her eyes for even a sliver of
the woman he’d left behind in Boston.

“It seems you aren’t up to the task.” Matthew shifted
forward.

Rachelle pivoted, twisting side to side as she licked her
lips.

Before she could respond, sharp voices came from the other
side of the curtain.

Matthew held up his palm, silently halting their words. He
turned his head. “Enter, state your business.”

Two men pushed through the tarp, but neither entered the
room. They both made a point of not looking into the cage. Rachelle let go of
the chain and it fell onto Hayden. She stepped to the slats and leaned against
then, shoving her breasts between the wood bars, staring at the shorter man in
front. He was square-shouldered with long, straight blond hair tied back. Both
his stout arms were covered with tattoos.

Hayden curved the chain around his waist and worked the end
beneath it. It wasn’t comfortable, but it would be harder for someone else to
use it to yank him around.

The man Rachelle was staring at stepped forward. The other
folded his arms across his chest. Neither was wearing a coat, or even a scarf,
neither was shivering from the cold. Two more of them. How many more were
there? An endless string of undead, circling the camp, protecting each other
and guarding their prey.

“Speak.”

The man in front pointed at the cage but still didn’t look
over. “Maybe we should step outside, sir?”

With an annoyed groan, Matthew shoved his cock into his
pants and tugged on the laces. “Do you have news? Because, in case you assholes
didn’t figure it out, we’re in the middle of a session.”

The man with the folded arms stole a glance at Rachelle, who
was still staring at the blond. That one didn’t look over as he answered. “We
wouldn’t be here if we didn’t have more information.” He cleared his throat and
reached back to tug on his hair. “I think we need to hurry up. Leave sooner.”

Matthew released a heavy sigh and reached for a coat hanging
on a hook behind his chair. “Did I tell you to think?” The question went
unanswered as he shoved his arms through the sleeves and strode to the doorway.
The other two stepped back to allow him to pass and then followed him out. The
soft thump of their feet faded quickly as they passed through the narrow hall.

“He doesn’t know why you’re here,” Mattie said. “If you’re
smart about it you’ll keep it that way.”

“I don’t know why I’m here either.”

Mattie got up. “You’re here because I want you here.”

Hayden pulled Rachelle away from the bars. “There’s more to
it than that, and we both know it.” Rachelle leaned into him, wiggling, rubbing
her nearly naked body on his. His cock stirred. He kept his focus on Mattie.
“What is it you don’t want me to tell him?”

She said nothing, just stared at him with her swirling, dark
eyes. Yelling came from outside, high-pitched voices that carried on the harsh
night wind circling the cabin. Mattie didn’t blink. She didn’t take her gaze
off Hayden.

Rachelle shivered and wrapped her arms around Hayden.
Swaying gently, she reminded him of her usual self. He looked down. Her eyes
had cleared, and her smile was more natural. He leaned back, pulled her to him.

Mattie went to the cabinet next to the bed and clicked open
a door. “Rachelle, want more tea?”

His girlfriend pulled away from him and went back to the
slats, humming her desire for more sedative. Mattie poured a cup and handed it
to Rachelle. “Be a good girl and drink it all.”

Rachelle held the cup under her chin. “What about Hayden, he
wants some too.”

Mattie lifted her eyebrow, asking. Hayden shook his head.

Mattie poured a cup anyway, carrying it over and then
holding it out for Hayden. “Rachelle’s right. You do want some.” She slid it
between the bars. “Drink it.”

Hayden took the cup and pressed it to his lips. The
now-familiar scent swirled under his nose and his body reacted, his mouth
salivated. He lowered the cup and nodded toward the doorway. “Who are they?”

“Why do you care?” Mattie replied. There was softness to her
voice. Not kindness, but hopefulness. Then again maybe just the scent of the
tea was enough to distort his perceptions.

Either way, Hayden didn’t bother answering. It wasn’t really
a question, and they both knew it. Her information gave her power. It was what
she had over him. What did he have over her? “Tell me who they are and what’s
going on, and I’ll let you come in and hold Rachelle down while I fuck her.”

Rachelle tried to set her cup on the floor outside the cage.
It tipped onto its side and rolled across the floor, leaving a thin trail of
tea.

“I don’t need your permission for that,” Mattie replied.

Her protest was weak. She wanted to tell him something, but
was holding back. Her eyes churned with the same emotion he’d seen in the
bathroom, right before she’d climbed back out the window into the cloudy, icy
night.

“It’ll be better if you do,” he said. Then he thought of a
new angle so he added, “Rachelle will like it better if you have my
permission.”

“That’s right,” Rachelle murmured. “Hayden is the cage
master.”

Mattie pointed at Hayden’s cup. “Drink it.” A glimmer of
green shone in her eyes. She’d need him soon, if not already.

Hayden shook his head and then tossed the cup through the
slats and to the floor. Tea splashed out as it rolled to a stop next to the
other. He reached down and stroked his cock, his motion catching Mattie’s
attention, her gaze following the slow strokes of his hand. His shaft swelled.
“Tell me who they are.”

She shrugged, not taking her gaze from his stiffening cock.
“They’re watchmen. No big deal. We have lots of them.”

“Unlock the door. Come in.”

Instead of doing as he said, she picked up one of the empty
cups, went to the cabinet and refilled it. She held it out for Rachelle. “Here,
sweetie. This will make everything all better and keep you from hating your
boyfriend.”

Rachelle took it, drank obediently, and then handed back the
empty cup.

Mattie took it back to the cabinet. “Good girl. Now you
won’t remember any of this.” She got the key, unlocked the door, and then
returned the key to its hook. She unlatched the door and came into the cage,
moving straight toward Rachelle. She loomed over the other girl, looking her up
and down, as though she was trying to decide where to grab first. The lazy
smile slid from Rachelle’s face and she backed up. Mattie stalked after her.
“Where are you going, sweetie? It’s time to get fucked.” She jerked the other
girl forward then threw her onto the straw. “On your hands and knees? Or your
back?”

Rachelle rolled into a sitting position and pulled her legs
in. Mattie put her foot under Rachelle’s chin and lifted her face. “I can
decide for you if you want.”

Hayden shoved Mattie back. “I’m the Master. I decide.”

“Really?” Mattie’s eyes glowed. “Then why isn’t she down?”

“She’ll be down when I tell her to be down. I have the dick.
I’m the one who fucks her.”

Mattie backed away from Rachelle and pressed her cheek to
Hayden’s. When she whispered, her breath swirled into Hayden’s ear. “I don’t
need a dick to fuck you—and your whole world. Remember that.” She shoved him,
but not hard enough to make him fall.

Hayden leaned into her and backed her to the bars. “What’s
going on outside?”

Mattie turned, the tangle of her hair falling across her
face. The cabin was silent, the voices from outside had faded completely away.
“Three of the dormants are gone, and Matthew didn’t pull them.”

He pressed into her, sliding his stiff cock against her leg.
“Tell me more. Starting with what’s a dormant.”

“After someone goes through the primary initiation, they
stay dormant until the second phase.”

The chain wrapped around his waist rubbed her hipbone as he
bent down and grabbed the hem of her skirt. “More.”

“They’re dormant. Not alive, not dead. They can’t move. If
they’re gone it means someone took them. It wasn’t Matthew, so it had to be
someone else. Not one of us. Is that clear enough?”

Hayden didn’t care about their problems. He only cared about
his own. So he lifted her skirt and shoved his hand between her legs. “What is
it you want with me?”

Mattie spread her legs and forced her pussy into his palm.
“Right now? Sex.”

“What else?”

She grabbed his cock and guided it inside her tight cunt.
Hayden froze, taking air in between his teeth.

“Rachelle won’t remember anything. Not a single tiny thing.
So relax and enjoy it.”

Hayden drew back and thrust in. Mattie curled one leg behind
him, pulling him closer, deeper into her body. He angled back again and started
to pump into her.

“What the fuck? This isn’t what I want.” Matthew reached
through the slats and grabbed Mattie’s hair, pulling her away from Hayden. He
tugged again, and she fell to the floor, and Hayden spotted a low green sheen
in the man’s eyes.

Mattie righted herself, scrambling onto all fours and then
crawling out of his reach. She pulled herself up, slipped out the door, and
took her seat by the foot of Matthew’s chair. She stared straight ahead and
pushed the hair away from her face. “What’s going on outside?”

Matthew unlaced his pants and took out his cock. Even soft
it was huge. “That’s not your fucking problem, now is it?”

Still not looking at him, she said, “I have a right to know
if we’re safe and for how long.”

“We’re safe here until I say so. Now shut the hell up.” The
strokes of his hand quickened. “Watch if you want, don’t if you don’t want. I
don’t give a shit, what you do, Mattie. Maybe you should remember that.”

He came into the cage and threw off his fur coat. Rachelle
scrambled over, climbed on top of the coat, and then started rubbing herself
across it like a cat scratching its back in the dirt.

“I’m glad you’re back, Matthew.” She snuggled into the coat
and smiled up at his jutting cock.

“Take the thong off, so we don’t have to waste energy
tearing it off you. And spread out the coat. I hate the straw.”

She did as he said, taking her time, sticking her ass in the
air as she arranged the fur. She stretched out on her back, her glazed eyes
unable to focus on either of them. Matthew swung around and positioned himself
above her, dropped onto his knees, and then scooted forward until his stiff
shaft brushed her lips. She stuck out her moist pink tongue and licked him.

“That’s right, little bitch. Lick it, love it, it’s mine.”
Matthew shoved his dick in her mouth, the green glimmer in his eyes nearly
making his face glow. “Take more, take it all.”

Hayden’s gut rolled and a chill of fear, heavier and colder
than the wind outside, blew across his skin.

Rachelle slid her feet toward her ass and then dropped her
legs open, exposing her pussy. The slick curves of her nether lips glistened,
her opening a welcome sheath for his dick. She was nearly begging him to fuck
her, right there on the floor while a complete stranger shoved his dick in her
mouth. Hayden hated himself for wanting to. He wanted—no, needed—to impale her
with his cock, fill her, drive into her. Shatter her.

The nasty truth came forward from the back of his mind. If
Rachelle hadn’t insisted on coming, they wouldn’t have been there, stranded in
the woods, kept captive by these hideous creatures. Lust, resentment and
self-hatred exploded inside him, fighting its way up from the black depths of
his soul.