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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 gasped. “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?”

“He’s watching us and wants to do it too,” Turner said.

His thumb moved to her clit as he alternately thrust his cock and then fingers into her. Matty’s body responded to the rhythm. Dark heat coiled low in her belly and as Turner played with her, she trembled with arousal.

“Like that?” Turner whispered.

Matty opened her mouth to respond and couldn’t. Turner was driving her faster and faster toward the edge. Like a wild mare racing across a plain with a stallion behind her, she wanted to be caught, didn’t want to be caught. Her muscles clenched and released and her breathing grew choppier. Turner thrust harder, his hips rising off the car seat, pushing her up before he dragged her down.

“Let me in deeper,” he gasped. “Push against me.”

Deeper?
Matty willed herself to relax and bear down, and felt something change inside her. He slapped up against her backside, thick and hot in her ass. His cock jerked. Matty felt it swell, pulse, and Turner stiffened behind her. His fingers trembled in her pussy, his thumb pressed hard on her clit and she flew with him. Turner filled her not just with his cum but with himself, with his love. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight against his trembling body, muttering, “I love you, I love you,” over and over in her ear.

Matty had never taken drugs. She’d not even sucked on the joint she’d once been offered, even though others had made fun of her. She’d never smoked a cigarette. She liked wine and champagne but she’d never imbibed alcohol to the point of excess. But this…this feeling inside had to be what it was like to be not quite in the world. She was intensely aware of everything, could hear, see, smell more clearly. Sex with Turner and Catch had been great before, now it was insane.

Maybe she was the one who was insane. She couldn’t eat anymore. She couldn’t walk in the sun. She couldn’t have children. Her heart galloped and Matty gulped. She shouldn’t even have a reflection?
Oh God.
Only blood would keep her alive and Matty felt cheated that she’d not had chance to have a last meal, a last drink.

“What’s wrong?” Turner asked.

He lifted her off his cock and pulled her round to face him.

“Let’s find somewhere to stop so we can all fuck together,” Matty said. Sex would stop her thinking.

“No.” Turner smoothed her hair from her cheek. “Tell us what you’re feeling.”

“I…” Matty sucked in a breath. “I’m a vampire.”

“Technically speaking you’re probably a were-vamp like me,” Catch said.

“What does that mean?” she asked in a small voice.

“If you’re lucky you’ve inherited the best bits of both of us,” Turner said. “If you’re unlucky, you’ll get Catch’s minus points, which means your feet will smell and you’ll drool in your sleep.”

“My feet do not smell,” Catch snapped.

Turner cuddled her closer. “Note that he didn’t deny the drooling. Try not to worry, angel. The only thing that matters is that you’re here with us and we’ll be together forever. We can make things work. We won’t let you be unhappy.”

“But the sunshine,” Matty whispered. How she’d miss the sun.

“I’m okay in the light so long as it’s not full sun,” Catch said. “Maybe you’ll be the same. Maybe the brilliant guy holding you will find a solution in that fourth book and identify the plant.”

She snuggled closer. “It’s kind of strange that my father was so interested in botany. I still have a lot of his books in the attic.”

“What did you think you’d find when you bought Milford Hall?” Catch asked.

“I hoped for plants that had developed from ones that were brought here. Once Gabriel had been and gone, I’d intended to survey the whole estate, check for unusual species, anything strange in the soil.”

“Wood sorrel isn’t unusual, is it?” Matty asked.

“Only because it flowers at night.” Turner kissed her head. “Why?”

“There’s a little place where I played as a child where wood sorrel grows and my father told me I always had to take care of it. He said I was its guardian.”

Turner tensed. “Show me?”

* * * * *

By the time they arrived back at Milford Hall, Turner had hyped himself into a tangle of nerves. He kept reminding himself Matty’s place could be nothing. Then a little voice shouted out,
It could be everything.

As Catch locked the car, Turner took Matty by the hand. “Now,” he said.

“It can’t wait until— Oh fine,” Catch said when Turner glared.

He took Matty’s other hand and she pulled them around the far side of the house.

“Winterval’s gone.” Matty released a deep sigh.

“Not quite,” Turner said. “Look over there.”

Matty squealed. “The ice rink.”

“Seth arranged for them to stay a couple more days,” Turner said.

“Oh thank you.” She gave him a brilliant smile.

Turner’s heart beat faster and faster as Matty led them farther away from the house. When she finally stopped and they stood facing a small clearing with a large rock in the center, Turner’s heart lodged in his throat.

“I loved to play here,” Matty said.

Turner moved to the rock and ran his hands over the rough surface.

“Dad said it’s an erratic, transported from its home on a river of ice.”

Or brought from another planet and full of minerals to feed the soil? Turner’s hands shook.

“The wood sorrel’s all around,” Matty said, and pulled Catch to look.

“Wow, how many colors does it come in?” Catch asked. “It’s like a rainbow.”

No, it was like a miracle, Turner thought. The answer could be here. He caught hold of Matty’s hand and Catch’s and spun them around and around as he laughed.

“Can you do that on skates?” Matty asked.

“Let’s go and see,” Turner said.

The answer was bound to be no. The last time he’d skated had been at a birthday party long before he became a vampire and Turner had fallen and broken his leg.

They ran back to the rink and Catch tugged open the door to the little hut. One switch flipped and the ice lit up under a circle of lights. Another switch flipped and soft music filled the air. Matty’s sigh of happiness was worth the small fortune Turner expected he’d have to pay to hire the rink. He’d said “Price is no object” to Seth.

While Turner and Catch looked for ice skates big enough, Matty had yanked a pair on, fastened them up and disappeared with a whoop of glee.

“You think she’s okay?” Turner asked.

“A bit manic but yes,” Catch said with a grin.

The yelp didn’t disturb them but the cry of alarm did. They dropped the skates and surged out of the hut. Catch stopped abruptly and Turner slammed into his back.

“Oh fuck,” Catch whispered.

Turner couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Gabriel couldn’t possibly be here when he lay with a broken neck on a hospital roof bloody miles away. Matty stood on the ice with her back to the wooden wall that surrounded the rink. Behind her stood Gabriel holding a knife at her throat. Catch signaled to Turner to move left while he went right around the outside of the ice.