1. Ivy

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IVY

The most effective way to kill a vampire is with holy water injected into your veins. Trust me. I know.

I hiss as the sting of the needle breaks my skin, and I push the plunger down. I stifle a moan as the burn travels through my veins. It won't kill me, but as a general shifter, it doesn't like me. Capping the injection and shoving it in my small bag, I look up at myself in the cracked mirror of this seedy hotel, I fluff out my pink bob and push my tits up a bit, so they are practically falling out of this barely there white top. I adjust the plaid skirt and pucker up. This vampire is a first-class creep, but I won't let that stop me from doing the job I was hired to do.

The knock at the door is slow, steady. I cross over and open the door, leaning seductively against it as I take in the vampire on the other side. Handsome, sure, but don't let that fool you. He is a monster.

His gaze goes straight to my tits, as expected, before it drops to my thighs. "Beautiful little girl," he murmurs. "Just how I like them."

He pushes past me as I stifle the urge to gag. I close the door and sort my features into a seductive expression. I've played this game so many times it's like second nature. The easiest way to get close to a guy, any guy, human or supernatural, is to make them think they're going to get their dick wet. I saunter past him and crawl onto the bed, kneeling and pushing my chest out. He joins me quickly, licking his lips as he spies a tasty treat. I push him back to the bed and straddle him. He raises an eyebrow but doesn't resist. Yet. He will, which is why I need to hurry this along. I grind my pussy over his already stiff cock, the expensive fabric of his suit sliding against my inner thighs. He reaches up to grab my tits through the top before he scoops them out and pinches my nipples hard. I stifle the urge to slap him, instead moaning as if it's turning me on.

"Good, little girl," he murmurs, dropping his hands to my thighs and running them up my skirt.

I grab his wrists and focus on the rune etched deep into the skin on my lower back. I feel it activate, and I use the borrowed strength to pin him to the bed, my knees over his wrists. He squirms, surprised. He should be. I'm not this strong. Compared to him, I'm a gnat. But the warlock who loaned me his power owed me big time. This will run out in a matter of minutes.

Leaning in, I grind down harder, squeezing him with my thighs to keep him in place. I brush the side of my neck over his mouth and feel his fangs drop. Sliding over his cock to keep his attention away from trying to force me into submission, I murmur, "Bite me, vamp daddy."

He growls and sinks his fangs directly into my vein.

I gasp as the pain is excruciating, but it quickly turns into something more pleasurable, despite my revulsion for him. He grunts as the holy water hits his tongue, and he struggles, but I push down on his shoulders with my borrowed strength. He writhes and gasps, withdrawing his fangs as he starts to tremble underneath me.

"That's for all the innocent girls over the years," I whisper in his face. "But most of all, Joy Reading. Her family says to see you in hell." I sit back and release him from his hold.

His eyes flash, and his hands come up to choke me, but it's too late. He burns from the inside out, reduced to ash in a matter of seconds. I drop to the bed into a cloud of dust and roll off, feeling the rune die down, and the magick drain away.

Staring at the bed, panting with the thrill of the kill, of ridding this world of yet another monstrosity who can escape the jaws of human justice, I feel the bolt of lust shoot through me, and I groan. Pushing my tits back into my top, I pick up my bag and leave the hotel room .

Taking the stairs at a normal pace so as not to draw attention to myself, I grip my bag tighter and cross the brightly lit foyer before ducking out into the night. The cool air washes over me, and I breathe out through pursed lips, glad to be out of there. Picking up my pace, I hurry down the street away from the busy town of Thornfield and back towards the university campus, where I share a house with my bestie, a warlock named Ramsey.

My surroundings darken as the hustle and bustle of the town fades away and the lampposts become further apart. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, and I shiver as I pass an alleyway.

Without warning, a hand shoots out and closes around my wrist in an iron grip. I gasp as I'm yanked into the dark, filthy alley, spun around and pressed up against a wall of solid dark fae. I breathe in the scent of him, feeling his black tee brushing my cheek.

"Hello, boys," I purr, knowing precisely what's coming and I'm game for it. "Fancy meeting you here."

"Poison," a smooth yet biting voice whispers in my ear as a second creature moves in behind me. He crowds me, pressing his stiff dick into me. "How lovely to see you again."

"Feeling's not mutual," I spit out and struggle, but it's pointless. I'm wedged between an extremely powerful blonde-haired warlock and a raven-haired dark fae enforcer. The tall, dark and too handsome for his own fucking good vampire who runs this crew, leans against the wall to my right and grips my chin, turning me to face him.

"Watch your language, or I might cut your tongue out."

"Go ahead," I grit out. "Can't give you a good blowie, though."

Torin Ashford chuckles, his bright blue eyes flashing dangerously. "I was just going to fuck you after these two had their turn, but now I might force you to your knees instead."

I snap my jaw at him, and his eyes narrow. "Try it, bitch."

The warlock at my back has clearly had enough of this chit chat because he, Tate Blackwell, runs his hand up my skirt and hooks his fingers into my panties. With a rough tug that bites into my skin, he rips them from me and hands them to Torin. Torin pockets them, keeping them as a trophy from this aggressive display of arrogance and dominance.

I grunt as Tate pushes me further into Bram Sinclair, the dark fae at my front. I know what's coming, and I don't fight it. I don't want to, but I don't want them to think I'm some little toy they push around either.

Tate unzips his pants and, without a word, shoves his cock into me, ramming me further against Bram, who is sporting a stiffie that will put your eye out.

I grunt, but don't make any other sound.

"Fuck, you're tight tonight, Poison," Tate rasps in my ear. He licks my cheek, making me shudder as he pounds into me. He slides his hand onto my hip, his other going between me and Bram. He pinches my clit, and I close my eyes, just riding it out until they've used me, and I can come and then go.

Bram grips my chin and tilts my head back. "Eyes open, Poison. I want to see the pain in those baby blues."

I force my eyes open, glaring at Bram as Tate fucks me harder, faster. The dark fae's lips curl into a cruel smile, his fingers digging into my jaw.

"That's it, little whore. Show me that fire," he purrs.

Tate's fingers work my clit roughly, and I hate how my body responds. A moan escapes before I can stop it.

"Listen to those pretty noises," Torin taunts, leaning in close. "I think our girl is enjoying herself."

"Fuck you," I spit out.

Torin's hand shoots out, wrapping around my throat. "What did I say about that mouth?"

I struggle to breathe as Tate's thrusts become more erratic. He grunts, slamming into me one final time as he shoots his load. He pulls out, but he doesn't move from my back. Bram's hands slide down my sides before he releases his cock, impaling me on his oversized dick in one swift motion.

"My turn," he growls.

I cry out as he stretches me, my nails digging into my palms as I clench my fists. My bag is on the floor at my feet as I'm railed by these deviants with no option but to take it. Bram fucks me ruthlessly against Tate's chest. Tate steadies me as Bram's thrusts turn almost violent.

I whimper, but Tate's hand comes up over my mouth. "No noise, Poison."

I bite down hard on his hand, tasting blood. He hisses and yanks it away.

"Fucking bitch," he snarls, his hand clamping around my throat and I choke for breath.

Bram's thrusts get even more vicious. I feel like I'm being split in two.

"That's it, take it like the little slut you are," Bram grunts, gripping my hips painfully tight.

I glare daggers at him, wishing I had the power to kill him, but I don't. My body betrays me, desperate for release as my pussy twitches around his cock as he hits that spot deep inside, over and over.

Torin watches with predatory eyes. "I think our girl's about to come. Shall we let her?"

"Fuck no," Tate growls from behind me. His free hand snakes around to pinch my clit hard again, denying me release.

I whimper in frustration against his hand as Bram slams into me relentlessly. My legs are shaking, barely holding me up as pleasure and pain shoot through me.

"Please," I choke out, hating myself for begging but desperate for relief .

"Please, what?" Torin taunts, gripping my chin. "Use your words, Poison."

I struggle to form a coherent thought as Bram's thrusts drive him to a climax. He grunts loudly as he unloads into my dripping wet pussy.

"P-please let me come," I finally gasp out.

Torin's eyes flash with cruel amusement. "Not a chance," he says and takes Tate's place as he slips aside. He fumbles with his pants, and then his cock is driving into me. I whimper again as my pussy is raw from this relentless, hard fucking. Torin leans in and scrapes his fangs against my neck.

I smile slowly. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, fang boy. Unless you want to end up a pile of dust at my feet."

He hisses and rams his cock further into me, burying it as deep as it will go. "Bitch," he snarls.

"At least she warned you," Bram comments. "Maybe she should be allowed to come for that?"

Torin grabs my hips and pulls my arse back onto him, slamming against me as he fucks me painfully hard.

Bram grips my chin as I close my eyes again. "Eyes on me, whore."

"Don't fucking call me that," I grit out.

"But it's what you are. Our little whore, letting us fuck you whenever we want, wherever we want, however many times as we want."

I gasp as Torin rubs my clit almost lazily compared to his rampant thrusts. It sends sparks of pleasure shooting through me.

"Scream my name," Bram murmurs, leaning in close, practically brushing his lips over mine in a teasing kiss. "Scream my name while another's guy's dick is buried in your tight little cunt."

"Fuck you," I snarl, staring into those purple eyes that are hypnotic.

His hand drops around my throat, and he squeezes. "Scream my fucking name, whore, while Torin's dick dumps his come into your cunt."

I don't say a word, and his hand tightens, his gaze going darker.

"Do it now, little whore."

"Give me something to scream about," I spit out.

"Give you something to scream about?" Bram's eyes flash dangerously. "Gladly."

Without warning, he plunges his fingers into my mouth, pressing down on my tongue. I gag and try to bite down, but his grip is like iron.

"Suck," he commands.

I glare at him defiantly, but do it because what choice do I have, swirling my tongue around his fingers. Torin's pounding from behind is erratic now. He is on the verge of losing it.

Suddenly, Bram yanks his fingers from my mouth and shoves them roughly into my arse without warning. I cry out at the unexpected intrusion, my body clenching around both him and Torin .

"There's your reason to scream, little whore," Bram growls. "Now say my fucking name."

The dual sensation of Torin's cock and Bram's fingers stretching me is overwhelming. Pleasure and pain blur together as they use me mercilessly.

"Bram!" I finally rasp. "Fuck, Bram!"

He grins wickedly, pumping his fingers in time with Torin's thrusts. "Good girl. Now beg me to let you come."

I shake my head, refusing to give in completely. Bram's other hand wraps around my throat again, squeezing.

"Beg," he snarls. "Or I'll leave you aching and unsatisfied."

I grit my teeth, torn between my pride and my desperate need for this to be over so I can go home. Torin's cock hits all the right spots, Bram's fingers are curling inside me, and I'm right on the edge.

"Please," I finally choke out. "Please let me come, Bram."

His lips curl into a cruel smile. "That's more like it. Torin, make our little whore scream."

Torin's fingers find my clit, rubbing furiously as he slams into me. Being sandwiched between these two guys and the stimulation, is too much, and I cry out, my orgasm crashing over me in waves. My body convulses between them as Torin grunts and empties his balls inside me.

Before I've even taken my next breath, Torin withdraws his cock and shoves me out of the alley onto the pavement with my skirt still up around my hips.

Tate reaches for my bag and throws it at me. I catch it, and with a final glare at them, I shove my skirt down and walk away from them as they taunt me.

"Mind the cum sliding down your thighs, Poison, it makes you look like a filthy whore."

Without looking back, I stick my middle finger up at them, hearing them laugh as I walk as steadily as I can down the street.

But a slow smile crosses my face as I walk towards my destination. They think they're so shit hot, they think they own me, but the joke's on them. They can't fucking live without me. They can't resist sticking their fat cocks inside my pussy whenever they see me. They will figure it out one day who has the real power, and it isn't them. They may be the Kings of Thornfield, the academy bullies, the vicious, arrogant bastards that love to be cruel, but I have something they don't.

Poison.

She is just an alias, a disguise I use on jobs. They don't know the real me, and they never will. They will never have Poison because she is a ghost.

Ducking into the all-night cafe near the edge of Thornfield University for Supernatural Creatures, I head straight for the ladies' room, grabbing the hoodie I had left earlier from a peg near the back office. Slipping into a cubicle, I close my eyes and shift back to who I really am. Ivy Hammond. Blonde, green eyed, shorter than Poison by a couple of inches, with hair in waves down my back. I grab some toilet roll and wipe away the cum dripping between my thighs and flush it away with a shudder. Putting the hoodie on, I leave the cafe the same way I came in, with no one the wiser. It's time to get home and have a hot shower to wash away the kill, the violence and the sex and sleep until morning.