Servicing the Undead Read Free

Rachelle as well as he
thought. Maybe he didn’t really know her at all.
    Hayden ran his mouth down her throat and 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 very 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.
    “How do you feel?” she asked.
    “Ready to fuck you senseless. As requested.”
    “What are you waiting for?”
    Hayden dropped her arms and shoved her through the open
door.

Chapter Two
    “I’ll be watching.”
     
    Hayden didn’t wait for Rachelle to catch her balance.
Instead, he pushed her again, shoving her through the living room, down the
hall and onto his bed. She fell in a heap and then rolled onto her back,
grinning, the gleam of her perfect teeth reminding him of her privileged
upbringing. He tamped down on his resentment and focused on the straight, clear
expression in her eyes, the keen intelligence that snared him that first night
at the art opening when she’d ditched the other guy for him. He moved his gaze
across the solid muscles of her arms and legs, a reminder of her long athletic career.
She was a lot of things many women would never be.
    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 come 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, that
ladylike composure that should belong to a young woman who’d been born and bred
to take her place in Boston society. As though the coat could somehow hide the
truth of who she really was, a girl about to be fucked by a boyfriend she
didn’t know that well 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 off his scarf, gloves. Then he
started on his clothes, rolling his sweater up and off.
    Rachelle had rolled onto her side. Her corset twisted, and
one of her nipples showed above the lace.
    When she started to gather the coat to toss it on the floor,
he shook his head. “Keep it.”
    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. He remembered the tight grip of her slick, wet channel and the way he
pumped into her. He’d screwed 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, smiled, and
then inched forward again. Hayden pulled a deep breath in through his nostrils
and let it 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