18. Ivy

18

IVY

I slip into the gent's bathroom with my heart racing. Running into Torin was not the most ideal situation to be put in. Luckily, he left me to my job, clearly wanting Marcus out of the way for his own reasons. If he had intervened, it would've been a disaster.

I find Vex sitting on a toilet seat in a cubicle with a smug grin. "Cutting it close, aren't we?" he drawls.

"Shut up and deactivate this fucking spell," I hiss, glancing at the door. I have absolutely no doubt that Torin will be bursting in here any second to stake his claim, and I'm so fucking ready for it.

Vex chuckles and stands up. He moves in closer, running his hands down my arms, eyes closed as he mutters an incantation, his hands glowing faintly. I feel a rush of energy leave my body and exhale in relief.

"Is it done?" I ask .

"Yeah, now how are you going to thank me for not letting you burn, little shifter?"

"How about I tell Vera that you refused to help me and see how she takes that piece of news?"

His eyes flash. "You wouldn't."

"Try me."

"You are a complete bitch, Poison. I like it. But be careful out there," he says, brushing my hair back from my face. "Not everyone is a sadist like me."

"Noted," I growl and pull back from his touch.

"Let's get out of here before Marcus bites the dust." He chuckles at his own joke.

"Can't do that. I need to confirm the kill, so I'd better get back out there. You can leave. I'll find my own way home."

He glares at me, but he knows he has no choice but to fuck off without me. With a click of his fingers, he shows off and blinks out of existence, leaving me alone in the cubicle as the door to the bathroom slams open.

Torin, followed by Tate, stride in and glance around. Their eyes land on me, and I smile.

"Boys," I say coolly. "Enjoying your night?"

Torin's eyes narrow as he stalks towards me, Tate close behind. "What the fuck are you doing in here?"

I lean against the cubicle door, keeping my expression neutral. "Waiting for you, obviously. I'm looking for some fun."

Torin scoffs. "Yeah, looked like you were having loads of fun with that vampire scumbag. "

"Jealous?" I taunt, arching an eyebrow.

In a flash, Torin has me pinned against the wall, his hand around my throat. "Watch your mouth, little girl," he growls. "You're playing a dangerous game."

I meet his gaze steadily, refusing to be intimidated. "Maybe I like danger." I slap my hand to his wrist and shove his hand away. "Now, if you will excuse me, I have a job to finish. Then we can play."

Elbowing past him as roughly as I can, I leave the bathroom with the two on my tail. I wonder briefly where Bram is, but shrug it off. Two to play with is better than none.

Heading onto the dance floor, I move to the music, feeling Torin come up behind me, his hand on my hips. He pulls me closer to him, and I rub my body against his stiffening cock.

"Fuck," he murmurs in my ear. "You're fucking addictive, Poison."

Smiling to myself, I never take my eyes off Marcus. He's looking a little flushed and loosening his collar. The spell will be working its way through him, burning his insides until he ignites from the inside out. Tate boxes me in, gripping my chin so I can look at him. He leans in closer and brushes his lips over mine. "I will find out," he murmurs before he bites my bottom lip hard enough to make me hiss.

I grin wickedly at Tate, licking the blood from my lip. "Find out what, handsome? That I like it rough?"

His eyes flash dangerously. "Who you really are."

Ice floods my veins, but before I can respond, a commotion erupts from the VIP section. Marcus is on his feet, clutching his throat and gasping for air. His skin is flushed an unnatural red, steam literally rising from his pores.

"Showtime," I murmur.

Torin's grip on my hips tightens. "What did you do?"

I turn in his arms, giving him my most innocent look. "Me? I didn't do anything. Poor guy must have had a bad reaction to something he drank."

Marcus lets out an inhuman shriek as his body begins to smoulder. Guards rush to his side, but there's nothing they can do. In seconds, he bursts into flames, his agonised screams cutting off abruptly as he's reduced to ash.

Chaos erupts in the club. Panicked patrons rush for the exits while security tries to maintain order. I use the confusion to slip out of Torin's grasp.

"Gotta run, boys," I call over my shoulder. "Catch me if you can."

I weave through the panicked crowd, shoving past creatures of all kinds as they rush for the exits. The smell of smoke and burning flesh lingers in the air, along with the acrid scent of fear.

Torin and Tate are on my heels, their presence like a shadow at my back. I need to get the fuck out of here before they lock this place down.

"You!" a gruff voice calls out, and I turn to see one of the guards chasing me. "Get back here!"

"Fuck!" I mutter and weave faster .

"This way," Torin murmurs, catching up with me and slipping his arm around my waist.

"Don't let her get out!" the guard shouts, and security closes in around me.

Panic surges through my veins. This wasn't supposed to happen. It was supposed to be in, kill, out. Torin and Tate being here has screwed everything up.

Torin leads me towards the exit, Tate close behind us. He sparks up a flash of magick, and I see the guards looking around in confusion.

"Cloaking spell. Got two minutes," Tate says.

Torin leads us out of the exit with the crushing crowd, and we duck off to the left, walking away from the scene as casually as we can under the cloak of magick. Tate leads us to a car parked about a block away and opens the back door of the Mustang. "Get in," he growls.

"Nah, I don't get in cars with strangers."

"But you let strangers fuck you in all sorts of delicious positions?" Torin whispers in my ear.

"That's different. I?—"

"Get the fuck in," Tate says and shoves me roughly inside. I go in headfirst with my barely covered arse in the air as Torin climbs in behind me, and Tate gets into the driver's seat, firing off from the curb like a bat out of hell.

"Look," I say, getting myself into a respectable seated position. "Thanks for the save, but I didn't need it. I have to go. "

"Didn't need it?" Torin scoffs. "You killed a very powerful and influential vampire tonight, Poison. Your bosses are bold, I'll give them that. That or they want you dead. Which is it, little killer?"

I glare at Torin, my mind racing. How the fuck do I get out of this? "I don't know what you're talking about," I say coolly. "I was just there for a good time."

Torin laughs darkly. "Cut the bullshit, Poison. We both know who you work for."

"And who's that?" I challenge, meeting his gaze steadily.

"The Syndicate," Tate says from the front seat.

I stay silent, weighing my options. Denying it further would be pointless. These guys aren't idiots.

"So, what now?" I ask finally. "You going to turn me in?"

Torin's hand slides up my thigh, his touch electric. "Now? Now we're going to have some fun."

I raise an eyebrow. "Is that so?"

"Oh yes," he purrs, leaning in close. "You've been a very naughty girl, Poison, letting that fucker paw you and drink from you. Naughty girls need to be punished."

A thrill of excitement runs through me despite the danger of the situation. "And who's going to punish me? You?"

Tate catches my eye in the rearview mirror as he pulls over onto a deserted stretch of road. "We both are. "

I lick my lips, heat pooling low in my belly. "Bring it on, boys."

Torin's hand tightens on my thigh as he crashes his lips to mine in a bruising kiss. His fangs nip at my bottom lip, drawing blood. I gasp, and he takes advantage, plunging his tongue into my mouth.

Tate turns in the driver's seat, watching us with hungry eyes. "Get her clothes off," he growls.

Torin breaks the kiss, grinning wickedly. "With pleasure." He grabs the neckline of my dress and rips it clean down the middle, exposing my bare breasts.

"Fuck, she's gorgeous," Tate mutters, palming himself through his jeans. This is the first time they have seen me naked. I'm disappointed the third musketeer isn't here to witness it as well.

I arch my back, offering myself to them. "Is this what you wanted to see all night?" I purr.

"Shut up," Torin snarls, pinching my nipple hard. I cry out in pain, mingled with pleasure.

Tate gets out of the car and opens the back door. He grabs my ankles and drags me towards him, pushing me down on the grass verge and spreading my legs wide. "No knickers," he notes with a smirk. "Such a dirty little slut."

"Why bother when you just rip them off me?" I retort.

"So, you were expecting us?" he mutters darkly.

"Always," I reply as he buries his face between my thighs. His tongue lashes against my clit, and I moan, fisting my hands in his hair .

Torin cups my face roughly. "Open," he commands. When I do, he shoves two fingers into my mouth. "Suck."

I swirl my tongue around Torin's fingers as Tate continues his assault on my pussy. The dual sensations have me writhing on the grass, desperate for more.

Torin pulls his fingers from my mouth with a wet pop. "Good girl," he purrs. "Now let's see how well you suck something else."

He unzips his pants, freeing his impressive cock. Without hesitation, I lean forward and take him into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks as I suck him deep.

"Fuck," Torin groans, fisting his hand in my hair. "That's it, take it all."

Tate chooses that moment to plunge two fingers into my dripping cunt, curling them to hit that spot that makes me see stars. I moan around Torin's cock, the vibrations making him thrust deeper.

"Such a greedy little slut," Tate murmurs against my thigh. "Taking his cock like you were made for it."

I whimper in response, too lost in pleasure to form words. Torin's grip on my hair tightens as he fucks my face in earnest.

"Look at me," he demands. I force my eyes up, meeting his intense gaze. "That's it. I want to see those pretty eyes while I fuck your throat raw."

Torin's cock hits the back of my throat, and I gag slightly, tears pricking my eyes. But I don't look away, meeting his gaze as he uses my mouth for his pleasure.

Tate adds a third finger, stretching me deliciously. His thumb rubs firm circles on my clit, and I can feel my orgasm building rapidly.

"She's close," Tate growls. "I can feel her pussy clenching on my fingers."

"Don't you dare come yet," Torin growls. "Not until we say."

I whine in frustration, my hips bucking against his face. He chuckles darkly.

"Desperate little thing, aren't you?" he taunts, pulling out of my mouth. I gasp for air, my lips swollen and slick. "Tonight, I get you first, Poison."

Torin pulls me up roughly, spinning me around so I'm on my hands and knees, shivering on the grass. He grips my hips, lining himself up with my hole.

"Ready for your punishment, little killer?" he growls.

Before I can respond, he slams into me in one brutal thrust. I cry out, fingers digging into the earth as he sets a punishing pace.

"Fuck, she's tight," Torin grunts, his fingers leaving bruises on my hips.

Tate moves in front of me, gripping my chin and forcing me to look up at him. "Open wide, sweetheart," he commands, guiding his cock to my lips.

I obey, taking him into my mouth as Torin continues to pound into me from behind. The sensations are overwhelming, pleasure and pain blurring together.

"That's it," Tate groans, fucking my face. "Take it all like a good little slut."

Torin's hand comes down hard on my arse, the sharp sting making me clench around him. "You like that, don't you?" he taunts. "Such a dirty girl, getting off on being used by both of us."

I moan around Tate's cock, unable to deny it. The dark thrill of being taken by both of them in this public place only adds to my arousal.

Tate pulls out of my mouth, stroking himself as he watches Torin fuck me from behind.

"I'm going to cum in your little cunt, bitch. Do you want that?"

"Yes," I whimper, needing to feel him pumping his load into me.

"Fuck," he snarls and slams into me, dumping his cum into my pussy as his cock jerks wildly.

"My turn," Tate growls, barely giving Torin a chance to withdraw before he is in place behind me and ramming into my dripping cunt. I cry out at the sudden invasion.

"Fuck, yes. Soaked with cum," Tate groans, setting a brutal pace.

Torin moves in front of me, his cock glistening with my juices. "Clean it," he demands.

I eagerly take him into my mouth, tasting myself on his semi-hard length. Torin fists his hand in my hair, holding me in place as he fucks my mouth, his cock hardening again to iron.

"Such a good little whore," he purrs. "Taking both our cocks so well."

Tate's fingers dig into my hips as he pounds into me relentlessly. "You close, killer?" he taunts. "I can feel your pussy clenching around me."

I whimper around Torin's cock, desperate for release. Torin pulls out, smirking down at me. "Beg for it," he commands.

"Please," I gasp, my voice wrecked. "Please let me come."

"Not good enough," Tate growls, slowing his thrusts to an agonising pace.

"Please, I need it," I plead. "I've been such a good girl, taking both your cocks. Please let me come."

Torin nods at Tate, who resumes his punishing pace. Torin's hand snakes between my legs, rubbing firm circles on my clit.

"Come for us," Torin commands. "Now."

The pleasure of both of them assaulting my senses sends me over the edge. I cry out, my body shaking as waves of pleasure crash over me. My pussy clenches around Tate's cock, milking him as he follows me over the edge with a guttural groan.

I collapse onto the grass, panting heavily.

Torin leans down as he stashes his cock and zips up. "See you around, princess." He and Tate move back to the car and get in. They set off before I can get to my feet, leaving me naked and fucked on the side of the road.