Free Servicing the Undead by Isabelle Drake Page B

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them—was both undead and unalive. Hayden knew what was expected of him; he knew
the only way to keep Mattie—and Matthew—satisfied for the moment. Knowing that
made it easier to justify the sinister arousal thrumming through him.
    “What is it you like about this, Rachelle? What do you
want?”
    “Don’t you get it, Hayden? The answer is the same for both
questions.” She slid one of her hands inside the thong and cupped her pussy,
leaned back and ran her tongue across her lips. “Isn’t it what you wanted?
Isn’t it why you came here?”
    Hayden shook his head. “We came here because—”
    “You’re here now, Hayden,” Mattie cut in. “And you know
better than to stand there talking when you should be doing something more
creative. And entertaining. You’re boring all of us.”
    “Mattie, that’s enough.” Matthew’s voice was a low growl.
“Come over here.” He glanced at the ground. “Sit.”
    Mattie did as he said, dropping down to sit cross-legged at
his feet. After he turned his attention from the woman seated on the floor
beside him, he combed Hayden’s body with his gaze. Nothing in the man’s face
changed, but Hayden felt the harsh weight of the man’s ugly stare sliding
across his muscles, gliding across his skin, taking in every inch of bare
flesh.
    Matthew inched his gaze back up, slowly, until his eyes
found Hayden’s. “Continue.”
    Fear rolled across Hayden’s shoulders, crawled down his
back, and churned under the solid line of the metal chain. He searched Mattie’s
face, but the creature stared straight ahead, telling him something by not
looking at him.
    Danger. Whatever it had been before was nothing compared to
what it was now. And he was to blame for all of it. Every chance he’d had to
say no he’d said yes instead.
    Guilty blood flowed through him, his human heart pumping the
menacing liquid through his traitorous veins, stiffening his cock and readying
his body for sex. Slices of memories of the night before flickered in his mind
and his blood thickened more, making his shaft full and rigid. Rachelle took
one of his hands and put it on her breast. “We’re the show, Hayden. That means
you have to show off.”
    Her eyes were glazed from the tea, but Hayden couldn’t stop
from looking deeply into the blue mist of her gaze, wanting to see a flicker of
the woman he’d become friends with in the past few weeks. Admittedly, a few
weeks weren’t long enough to really know someone, but he’d thought he knew the
essence of the woman he’d been sleeping with. Understood the basics of her
enough to know that he wanted to know more. But he’d been wrong about other
things.
    She shimmied and grinned as she pulled her hand out of her
thong and grabbed the base of his shaft, wrapping her warm fingers around his
cock and tugging him forward. Still on his knees, he moved forward, the leather
bindings on his legs snaking behind him in the dirt.
    “Come closer, Hayden, put your dick in my mouth.”
    Disobey? A shiver ran down his back, vibrating off the
chain. He had a sense of what waited for him if he chose that path. But what
about Rachelle? He dragged her into this. Sure, she was playing along, but she
had no idea it wasn’t a game.
    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