17. Torin

17

TORIN

Marcus glares at me, but then smirks when he sees how utterly rabid I've gone. My fangs are drawn, and the mage magick sparking at my fingertips is no fucking joke to him. But still, he thinks he's better than me due to the fact that he is over a century old. Not a fucking chance, and not when he has his hands on my little assassin.

I stride forward, my eyes locked on Poison's annoyed face. The penny drops, and I smile slowly. Marcus is a target.

Makes sense. She has better taste than this slimy fucker. But now that I've started this, I have to see it through, or Marcus will be suspicious of why I backed down so quickly.

"Torin," Marcus drawls, his hand still gripping Poison's thigh. "I didn't realise this delicious little morsel belonged to you. My apologies. "

"Cut the shit, Marc," I snarl. "Let her go before I rip your fucking throat out."

Marcus chuckles, but there's a hint of unease in his eyes. He knows I'm not bluffing. "Come now, no need for violence. We were just having a bit of fun, weren't we, sweetheart?"

Poison glares at him. "Sure."

I grab her arm and yank her off Marcus's lap. She stumbles against me, and I wrap a possessive arm around her waist. She hisses as she looks up at me with those stunning blue eyes, and I grip her throat, pulling her closer so I can whisper in her ear. "Be careful, Poison. He's dangerous."

She turns her head, so her lips are against my skin. "So am I. Now let me go so I can end this arsehole."

Chuckling darkly, I step back and let her go. I'm actually not disappointed in the slightest that she is here and ready to do her thing. I want to see it. I want to see her kill. Not to mention, Marcus Crowberry, Elias Brasch's nephew, please note, is a complete douche canoe. His disgusting trafficking ring is encroaching on the territory I have mapped out for when I start my own Coven, and while I was attempting to go the pleasant route with him, Poison taking him out is a far more appealing choice.

"I don't mind sharing," I say to Marcus, eyes never leaving Poison's. I turn her around and shove her roughly back to him. "In fact, I prefer it. It turns me on to see another man make her come all over his dick. "

Marcus's shocked stare is quickly covered up with a deep lust. Poison's death stare only amuses me.

I watch as Poison slinks back over to Marcus. She settles onto his lap again, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"You heard him," she purrs. "He likes to watch. So why don't you give him a show?"

Marcus grins wickedly, his hands roaming over her body. "With pleasure."

I settle onto the banquette next to them, my eyes never leaving Poison's face. She's good, I'll give her that. If I didn't know better, I'd think she was actually enjoying this creep's attention.

Marcus tilts her head back, exposing her throat. "I bet you taste divine," he growls.

"Why don't you find out?" Poison murmurs.

As Marcus's fangs graze her neck, I tense, ready to intervene if needed. But Poison catches my eye and gives an almost imperceptible shake of her head. She's got this under control.

Marcus sinks his fangs into her throat, and Poison lets out a moan that sounds far too real for my liking. Her eyes flutter closed as he drinks deeply, and my cock rages to attention.

After a long moment, Marcus pulls back with a gasp. "Fuck," he pants. "You taste good."

Poison takes a moment to compose herself after the bite, and she stares deep into Marcus's eyes. I watch with anticipation.

But nothing happens .

I frown and grab her upper arm, hauling her off Marcus's lap again. She gives me a slow smile, and then something catches her attention over my shoulder.

I turn to see that warlock Vex hovering nearby. He nods once and disappears into the crowd, heading for the toilets.

"Gotta go," Poison murmurs.

"Wait," Marcus calls out, snatching her hand.

She yanks it back. "I'll be back in a few minutes," she says, giving him a sultry smile.

Without waiting for a reply, she ducks around me, slips past the guard at the rope and follows the warlock's path.

Now, I'm more than intrigued. Was this a kill? Or if not, what was it? It had better fucking not be Poison seriously getting it on with Marcus because if that's the case, she is going to need punishing in a big way. But when I look back at Marcus, he seems fine. So, not holy water.

What the hell?

"I'll be back," I say to Marcus and follow Poison. Something isn't sitting right with me here.

Seeing her pink head weaving through the crowds, I follow intently before I bump into Tate. "What the fuck are you doing here?" I snap at him, losing sight of Poison.

"Could ask you the same question," he growls back, still in a pissy mood.

I glare at Tate, my patience wearing thin. "I don't have time for this shit. Get out of my way."

I try to push past him, but he grabs my arm. "Not so fast. Now you've got my attention. What's going on, Torin? Why are you here?"

"Poison is here, and I'm trying to get her into a position where I can rail her hard enough to hear her screaming my name for the next several weeks. So, if you don't mind."

"Oh, whoa. And you weren't going to share?" he snarls.

"You weren't here. Well, you are now, I suppose."

I glance around, trying to catch sight of Poison's pink hair in the crowd again. Tate's grip on my arm tightens.

"Where is she?" he demands.

"Headed to the bathroom, I think," I mutter, still scanning the club.

Tate's eyes narrow as he looks over the crowds as well. "Well, what are we waiting for?" He turns on his heel and shoves his way past creatures of all species, and I follow because something is wildly off about this situation, and I intend to find out what it is before fucking that little cunt of hers until she begs for mercy.