Servant of the Undead

by Isabelle Drake

  She was hovering above the window, waiting.

  A new type of shiver worked its way down his spine. A fierce tremor that he didn’t know but understood.

  Do it.

  Whatever she wanted, he would. If only to manage her until he could get control, decide what to do next. Hell, he needed more than control—he needed to find a way to get rid of her.

  Breathing in a lungful of pure, warm air, he headed up the stairs, each step filling him deeper with a new dread—bringing Rachelle into whatever it was he had with Mattie. He would make it all right, manage the situation. Somehow. As long as Rachelle didn’t come in contact with Mattie, he could keep her out of it. Whatever it was that he’d gotten himself into.

  The landing of the third floor was smaller than the other two because there was only one apartment on that floor. Rachelle was waiting for him there, standing next to the open door with her back against the wall. She was wrapped in a long brown fur coat, the smug expression on her face confirming that she expected nothing less than a scorching-hot, mind-blowing fuck.

  Tapping one bright-pink nail on the plush collar, she asked, “Remember this?” She smiled and swayed lightly as she held the coat tightly against herself.

  Hayden let out a thick breath and eased his shoulders back. His book bag bumped his thigh. “Yep.” He eyed the coat, a bundle of fur that probably cost a year’s tuition. “You had it on the first night we met.”

  She nodded, stroking the fur with two fingers. “I still feel a bit bad for ditching that other guy.”

  Her words were a lie and they both knew it. Rachelle rarely felt bad about anything she did.

  “He was in over his head,” Hayden replied with a shrug, remembering the way the poor man kept glancing at the door every time Rachelle touched his arm. “He knew it, though,” Hayden continued, but even as the words fell from his lips he was suddenly reconsidering the other man’s response to Rachelle. Maybe the guy had been looking for a way out because he’d sensed Rachelle was the type of woman to pull a man down the wrong path.

  Why hadn’t Hayden considered that before?

  “Stop looking like that,” Rachelle said. “It’s too late to worry about him now.” She ran her fingertips down his damp sleeve. The collar of the heavy coat fell forward, revealing very expensive-looking, intricate black lace lingerie that shoved her breasts upward into his line of view. The gentle swells were impressive, but not in the dangerously sexy way Mattie’s tits demanded attention.

  A fat drop of melted snow ran down the side of his face, trickling its way to his neck. Rachelle was right. It was too late. Too late for her. For him. He clenched his jaw, fighting a roll of anger.

  Feeling the threat lingering outside, he grabbed both of Rachelle’s wrists and lifted her arms above her head. He leaned into her and used his weight to press her to the wall. “I don’t want to think about that night anymore.”

  Her bright-blue eyes gleamed. “Are you going to apologize for keeping secrets and not telling me you had such a naughty side?”

  What kind of girl gets turned-on by her guy screwing around with another woman? Maybe he didn’t know Rachelle as well as he thought. Maybe he didn’t really know her at all.

  Hayden ran his mouth down her throat then straightened, taking his time to gaze across the black lace covering her breasts. Still holding her to the wall, he angled back and checked out the matching garter belt and panties. Sheer stockings covered her legs. “I don’t feel sorry,” he said. It was mostly true.

  She ran her tongue between her lips, then bit her lip. It was a coy move he’d seen before, but this time he understood it was anything but the shy response of an inexperienced girl.

  “How do you feel?” she asked.

  “Ready to fuck you senseless. As requested.”

  “What are you waiting for?”

  Hayden released her arms then shoved her through the open door. He didn’t wait for her to catch her balance. He pushed her again, shoving her through the living room, down the hall and onto his bed. She fell in a heap then rolled onto her back.

  Still on his feet, he could stop now and risk not giving the creature outside what she wanted. But even as he considered the possibility, he knew he wasn’t going to stop. It was a wish, a pointless idea that he had any way to control the wild thing that had crawled into his life. Until he had a plan to get rid of her, she was going to take whatever she wanted from him and he was going to keep giving until she didn’t want any more. His immediate concern—find a way to keep Rachelle as safe as possible. Right then, that meant fucking her.

  Rachelle’s heavy coat had come mostly off, and she was clinging to it as though it could somehow help her maintain her dignity. As though the coat could somehow hide the truth of who she really was, a girl about to be used by a boyfriend she didn’t really know while a creature perched on the ledge outside watched.

  Hayden set his book bag by his desk and started shrugging out of his coat. Once he had it off, he peeled away his scarf, gloves. Kicked off his boots. Then he tugged his sweater up and off.

  Rachelle had rolled onto her side. Her bra twisted, and one of her nipples showed above the lace. When she started to gather the coat to toss it to the floor, he shook his head. “Leave it.”

  As she shoved the fur beneath her, he threw his shirt down, kicked off his pants.

  Rachelle pulled her knees up, let her legs fall apart, and then closed her knees again. “I stayed around even though you kept fucking me vanilla-style because I just knew you had a dirty side.”

  Mattie’s green gaze flashed in his mind, and he remembered the other girl lifting her miniskirt for him, right there in the middle of the library. The tight grip of her slick, wet channel and the way he pumped into her right there on the library table.

  “You don’t know the half of it,” he said, his gaze going to the window. The blizzard was still fierce, but thanks to the street lamps he could see into the swirls of snow. He crossed the room and peered out, looking right, then left, searching until he found her.

  Still hunched under the eave, she crept forward, sneered, and then inched forward. Hayden breathed in through his nostrils and let the air out slowly through his mouth. Outside, the thing nodded, assuring him she was going to get what she wanted. Again, she crept closer, smiling in her unsmiling way, as she moved sure and steady like the storm.

  Hayden moved away from the window, spinning on his heels so the window was at his back. He could block the creature from his sight, but not from his mind. She was already controlling him in ways he was only beginning to suspect. The image in his mind of what he wanted to do to the girl in his bed was just one of those ways.

  Rachelle lay before him, opening and closing her legs, showing off the smooth skin of her inner thighs and the delicate lace covering her pussy. No matter that she was, in truth, a spoiled daddy’s girl, she didn’t deserve this. What he was doing was wrong and he knew it. Yet he wouldn’t stop. Couldn’t stop.

  Maybe the effect the creature was having on him could actually be a good thing. Revealing it to Rachelle would show her she needed to leave him, and she would be free of the danger.

  “Take off your stockings,” he said, nodding to the black silk skimming her thighs and calves.

  Rachelle was quick to do his bidding, unhooking the garter tabs with an unsuspecting smile. She rolled the right stocking down, shook it with a flick of her wrist tossing it toward him. It landed near at the foot of the bed, a sheer snake stretched across the cream velvet cover. She took off the other in the same way, removed the belt, then dropped back onto her elbows.

  Hayden had taken off the rest of his clothes and stood naked, his body tense, his soul clouded. He picked up a stocking, slid it across his palm. “You sure you’re ready for this?” he asked, pulling it taut with his fists.

  “Yes Sir.”

  “Let’s start with a couple rules.” He set the stocking back down and took a step forward, conscious of his hard dick jutting out in front of
him. “I have two.”

  “Not three?” She cocked her head and looked sideways at him. “Don’t rules always come in threes?”

  “Not from me. I have two.” Hayden came around to the side of the bed. “Do you agree?”

  “Aren’t you going to tell me what they are?”

  “Nope.” He thrust his hips forward, and the tip of his shaft pressed against her lifted leg. “You agree to follow the rules, then I tell them to you, then we go ahead.”

  She pouted, her pink lips forming a soft rounded hole he thought about shoving his cock into. “And if I don’t?” she asked. Already he knew she would obey. It was obvious in the quick rise of her chest and the dark, lust-filled gaze of her eyes. But she had no way of knowing he intended to push her far past her limits.

  Hayden rocked his hips again, quicker than the first time so she couldn’t miss the incredible stiffness. “You’re going to agree to whatever I say. We both know it. But I want to hear you say it.”

  “I’ll follow your rules,” she said.

  Hayden snatched up his scarf then circled the bed so that the view from the window was clear. “Rule one—do whatever I say.”

  Rachelle stretched out, spreading her arms across the coat beneath her as she tilted her head back and looked up at him from half-closed eyes. “I’ll do whatever you say.”

  “Sit up and take off the bra.”

  She did.

  “Give me your hands.”

  She offered him her hands, and he wrapped the scarf around her wrists, looping it between her hands so that when he tied the ends to the bedpost it would be harder for her to get free. Once her arms were securely tied above her head, he went back to the foot of the bed to retrieve one of the stockings.

  “What are you going to do with that?” she asked, her voice a curious purr.

  “Rule number two.” He tugged on the stocking. “Don’t speak unless I ask you to.”

  She chuckled. “Are you serious?”

  He intentionally ignored her question as he wrapped the stocking around the base of his stiff cock then tugged. The pressure increased, and he moaned with the need for release. With each thump of his heart, the hot blood flowed in his veins, the pressure building, blocking out everything else in his mind. He lowered his other hand and caressed his shaft. The skin under his fingers was on fire. Even the lightest touch made his nerve endings skitter. The pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain, and he continued to stroke himself, feeling the last shreds of his human control slipping away.

  Rachelle sucked in a sharp breath. Her shock motivated him to show her more. He wrapped the other end of the stocking around his tip. Once it was secure, he tugged lightly. The stab of pressure took his breath away, and for a split second he was lost, a captive of himself. He tugged again, almost hoping he would pass out from the force of the sensation. But the pain only served to heighten his awareness of Mattie’s stare through the window, reaching him, touching him, even though she was yards away.

  Finally, he loosened his grip, dropped his hands. His cock was impossibly stiff and tight, aching with need. “Do I look serious?” he asked, shocked at the roughness in his voice.

  Rachelle’s mouth opened, but just as quickly she snapped it shut and nodded.

  Hayden grabbed the second stocking, moved back to the side of the bed, then wrapped it under her breasts. He secured it tightly, feeling the solid bones of her ribcage give slightly as he tugged. Her tits lifted and her nipples tightened. He licked the peaks. She arched her back and shoved more of her tender flesh between his teeth. Once he was sure her nipples were moist and hard, he took the other stocking and wrapped it above her breasts, again tightening the silk and applying gentle but firm pressure on her well-rounded mounds. There was enough length remaining from each stocking to secure them together in the center of the front. He wrapped the ends around a couple times. The final knot applied enough pressure to separate her breasts and create a pulling-pushing effect.

  Her nipples were pointed and hard, her flesh firm and motionless. He reached forward and tapped each tight peak with his finger. “Do you like it?”

  She nodded.

  “You can speak when I ask you to,” he said.

  “I like it. Very much.”

  He reached between her legs, stroked her soft pussy through the black lace.

  “See if you can get your panties off.”

  In response, she tugged on her arms, silently asking him to untie her. He shook his head. “Without your hands. If you want them off badly enough, you’ll find a way.”

  She squirmed and the waistband twisted, exposing a tiny bit more of her smooth skin. She wiggled more, lowering the panties over her hipbones just an inch. After several sideways attempts to lower them more, she lifted her hips and scooted down as far as her tied arms would allow. Then she crept up, using the curve of her ass to force the sheer fabric lower. Each time she lifted her body, her back arched, forcing her breasts up, closer to his face.

  Hayden gripped his shaft and stroked. The tight, warm skin felt good in his hand. Firm and alive. Very, very alive.

  Still lifting and lowering, Rachelle started twisting her legs, bringing her knees together as she writhed on the bed. Most of her ass was exposed and the sloping curve of her pelvic bone and the light patch of hair were beginning to appear above the band of the panties.

  Hayden continued stroking his cock, watching Rachelle struggle with her task. Her head was thrown back, her lips open and moist, and the scent of her arousal filled his nostrils. As he stared, he was aware of the darkness swirling in his soul.

  “I’m glad you’re enjoying the challenge,” he said, admiring her long, fluid motions.

  She turned her head and their gazes connected for only a heartbeat before hers dropped to his hands. Hayden let go of his cock, took the panties in both hands, and yanked. She shifted, bringing her legs up so the scrap of fabric slid to her calves and then over her feet. He shoved her legs apart, then climbed between her knees.

  Chapter Three

  “I’ll be watching.”

  A gust of wind howled past the window, rattling the pane. Hayden looked. Outside, in the night, gusts of white flakes circled and spun. He shifted, twisting to see farther. Even though he couldn’t see her, not even the white flash of her cold fingers, he knew she was there. He knew because he felt her inside him.

  Hayden turned back to the bed. The bursts of snow were so dense that the light from the street reflected off the flakes, casting shadows across Rachelle’s body. The slick lips of her pussy glimmered in the pale sheen. He caressed her stomach, then put one palm on each thigh and made circles with his thumbs. It was a small touch, but she responded, dropping her knees lower. She wanted to say something, the question lingered in her gaze, but she didn’t speak.

  “Good girl,” he said. “I’m glad you’re following the rules.”

  The curve of her mouth softened and her lips parted as she lifted her head to look at his rock-hard cock.

  Hayden thrust his hips forward and let the tip of his dick brush across her wet pussy. “I know what you need, but you’re only going to get it when I’m ready to give it to you.” He rocked again, hard enough so his cock pushed between her slick lips. She squirmed and tugged on the ties holding her arms. “And you have to earn it.”

  He tilted his head toward the end of the bed. “Straighten yourself out.” She followed his request instantly, sliding herself as best she could so that her body was long and flat. Once she was as straight as she could get, Hayden swung around so that he was facing the window and his back was to the headboard. He rose up and scooted back. As he worked himself over Rachelle’s bound breasts, his cock brushed against one of her tight mounds. His balls rubbed across the stockings. Inch by inch he worked his way back. Once his ball sac was just above Rachelle’s open mouth, he settled himself.

  He stiffened, pausing to feel the caress of her breath across his tight skin. Each whisper of air came faster and harder than the one
before. Hayden spread his arms as wide as he could and took hold of the headboard. He wanted to look at the ceiling, to avoid the call of the thing in the snow, but he couldn’t.

  This time when he looked outside, she was there, staring back at him through the single pane of glass. The weight of her gaze pressed across his entire body. His muscles tensed. He gripped the wood tighter, feeling the muscles in his arms and shoulders flex. The tension worked its way lower, each inch of his body turning hot and hard beneath the thick weight of her gaze.

  She wanted a show.

  “Lick me,” he said to Rachelle. There was huskiness in his voice that not even he recognized.

  She started to take his balls into her mouth. He lifted up. “No. Lick me.”

  He lowered. She complied, stretching her tongue up as far as it would go.

  Hayden kept his gaze forward, refusing to admit to himself that he was afraid.

  Beneath him, Rachelle continued licking his balls, her tongue working across his skin with steady and firm strokes. “That’s right. Just like that.”

  Outside, Mattie moved closer to the glass, her face near enough that Hayden could see more than the cold hunger in her eyes. He saw things he never expected. Longing. Vulnerability.

  While Rachelle continued licking all she could reach, Hayden’s gaze stayed connected with the thing on the ledge. Mattie lifted her hand and laid her palm across the glass. She leaned forward, almost pressing her nose to the pane. A shiver of pity flashed through Hayden.

  Beneath him, Rachelle moaned, and Hayden pulled his gaze away from the creature outside to the woman below. To make Rachelle safe, he had to push harder to get her to see, to feel, the threat of danger.

  “That’s enough licking,” he said.

  She stopped the motion of her mouth, but her body shifted, the strain of lust pulling her body taut. Ready.

  Hayden avoided looking outside by turning his gaze to the ceiling. A lattice pattern made by the shadows of the street lamps glided across the surface, hanging above the bed like a cage.