40. Torin

40

TORIN

I feel like shit on the bottom of her shoe. How could I put her in this impossible situation and not even care or even see what it would do to her? But that's self-reflection for another time now. Her arousal hits my senses, and I want to devour her. My fingers press against her pussy through the thin fabric of her pyjamas, feeling her heat and dampness.

"Torin," she gasps, her hips jerking involuntarily.

"Shh," I murmur. "Let us take care of you, little killer. Let us show you how sorry we are."

Tate's hand slides under her top, cupping her breast as Bram captures her lips again in a searing kiss. I watch her melt between them, her body responding even as her mind struggles to catch up.

"This is crazy," she pants when Bram releases her. "We can't do this. We need to think?—"

"No thinking," I murmur, hooking my fingers in the waistband of her pyjama bottoms. "Just feeling unless you tell us to stop."

Her eyes meet mine, wide and conflicted. But she doesn't say no. Doesn't push us away.

Taking that as permission, I yank her bottoms down, exposing her to my hungry gaze. My fangs ache to sink into the soft flesh of her inner thigh, but I resist. There will be time for that later.

For now, I lean in and spread her legs, running my tongue along her pussy, groaning at her taste. She cries out, her back arching as Tate strips off her top and Bram sucks her nipple into his mouth,

"That's it," Bram growls. "Scream for us, princess."

I groan as I taste Ivy's sweet pussy, her arousal coating my tongue. Her hips buck against my mouth as I lick and suck at her clit, two fingers sliding inside her tight heat.

"Fuck," she gasps, her hands fisting in my hair.

I glance up to see Bram and Tate worshipping her breasts, their mouths and hands teasing her sensitive nipples. Ivy's head is thrown back, eyes closed in ecstasy as we pleasure her.

"That's it, little killer," I murmur against her pussy. "Let go for us. Show us how good we make you feel."

My fingers twist inside her, finding that spot that makes her cry out. I suck her clit harder, feeling her thighs start to tremble around my head.

"Oh, God," she moans. "Torin! "

"Come for us," Bram growls, pinching and tugging on her nipple.

With a broken cry, Ivy shatters, her pussy clenching around my fingers as she comes. I lap up her release eagerly, not stopping until she pushes weakly at my head.

When I finally pull back, she looks utterly wrecked - face flushed, chest heaving, eyes glazed with pleasure. It's the most beautiful sight I've ever seen.

"Fuck," she pants.

Tate rises and scoops her up, blinking out of the living room. Bram rolls his eyes and grabs my arm, using his fae power to move us into Tate's bedroom, where he has lain Ivy out like a gift, ready for us to ravage. It's been too long since I fed from a live creature, too long since I felt hot blood hit my tongue. I stifle the whimper as I strip off and crawl onto the bed. I manoeuvre Ivy onto my lap so she faces outwards, giving the other two access to her body so I can pound her from behind.

I groan as her slick heat sheathes my cock as I slide inside her, making her moan.

"Fuck, you feel amazing," I growl in her ear, nipping at her neck.

Tate and Bram waste no time joining us on the bed. Tate captures Ivy's lips in a deep kiss as Bram latches onto one of her breasts, sucking and teasing her nipple.

I start to move, thrusting up into Ivy's tight pussy. She moans into Tate's mouth, her body trembling between us. My hands grip her hips, guiding her movements as I fuck up into her.

"That's it, little killer," I purr. "Take all of me."

Bram's hand snakes between Ivy's legs, rubbing her clit in time with my thrusts. She breaks away from Tate's kiss with a cry of pleasure.

"Oh, fuck," she pants. "It's too much..."

"Never," Tate growls, trailing kisses down her neck. "You can take it all, can't you? Show us how greedy you are for us."

I feel Ivy's pussy clench around me at his words. She's close again already.

"Come for us, Ivy," I command, unable to hold back a second longer. I sink my fangs into her neck, right over her jugular.

The taste of her blood explodes on my tongue, rich and intoxicating. Ivy cries out, her body convulsing as she comes hard around my cock. The rhythmic clenching of her pussy combined with the taste of her sweet, hot blood, sends me over the edge. I groan against her neck as I pump my release deep inside her.

As I withdraw my fangs, I see Tate and Bram watching us with hungry eyes.

"My turn," Tate growls, pulling Ivy off my lap and onto his cock in one smooth motion. She gasps, still sensitive from her orgasms, but rolls her hips eagerly.

Bram moves behind her, his hands roaming her body as Tate fucks up into her. "Ready for more, princess?" he purrs in her ear .

Ivy nods frantically. "Please," she whimpers.

With a wicked grin, Bram spits on his fingers and presses them to her rear hole. She cries out, arching her back as Tate lies flat, bringing Ivy forward to allow Bram easier access.

After a few seconds of prep, Bram slowly pushes into her arse, stretching her further. Ivy's scream echoes around the room as they rail her thoroughly.

"That's it," Tate praises, holding still to let her adjust. "You're taking us so well."

I watch, stroking my already hardening cock, as Tate and Bram move in tandem. Ivy's head falls back against Bram's shoulder, her eyes closed in ecstasy. "Fuck," she moans.

"You love it, don't you princess?" Bram growls, gripping her hips tightly. "You love being stuffed full of cock."

She nods frantically, beyond words, as they pound into her. The sight of her being thoroughly used is intoxicating. My cock throbs, demanding attention.

Unable to resist any longer, I kneel in front of Ivy. Her eyes flutter open, locking onto mine as I press the head of my cock to her lips.

"Open up, little killer," I purr. "Let's see how much you can really take."

With a whimper, she parts her lips, allowing me to slide my length into her hot mouth. I groan at the sensation, fisting my hand in her hair to guide her movements.

"Fuck," Tate hisses. "That's so hot. "

"Our little assassin is quite talented, isn't she." Ivy takes my cock deeper into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head. The sight of her stuffed full of all three of us is beyond my imagination. I thought fucking Poison was the best I'd ever had, but this with Ivy is so much more. So intense, so pleasurable in every way. So right in ways I didn't even know existed.

"That's it, little killer," I murmur, guiding her movements with my hand in her hair. "Take it all."

Tate and Bram pound into her relentlessly. Ivy moans around my cock, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through me.

"Fuck, she's tight," Bram growls, his grip on her hips tightening.

"So fucking perfect," Tate agrees, his eyes dark with lust as he watches Ivy suck my cock while they rail her.

I can feel Ivy trembling, her body overwhelmed with sensation. She's close again already.

"Come for us, Ivy," I command, tugging lightly on her hair. "Show us how good we make you feel."

With a muffled cry, Ivy's body convulses as her orgasm crashes over her. It sends Tate and Bram over the edge with groans of pleasure.

I pull out of her mouth, letting her catch her breath as she comes down from her high. Her lips are swollen, eyes glazed with satisfaction. She looks thoroughly debauched and utterly beautiful.

I grip my cock and tug harshly, wanting to ruin her completely. I jerk off, my cock going even stiffer in my grip. Ivy pants, sticking her tongue out, knowing what's coming. She is utterly perfect in every way. How was I so obsessed over her alter ego when this was right in front of me? With a loud grunt, I spray my load all over her face, some landing on her outstretched tongue. She looks totally debauched and satisfied, her body still trembling between Tate and Bram.

"Fuck," I groan, drinking in the sight of her, gripping her hair tightly. "You're perfect."

"You're ours," Bram says, easing out of her arse. "Poison or Ivy, I see, I know who you are."

"And Aspen," Tate snickers as Ivy climbs off him to curl up at the top of the bed.

"That blue-haired bitch?" Bram snarls.

"Yep," Ivy says with a laugh. "But that's it, I promise."

"Doesn't matter," I say, lying next to her. "You could have a hundred shifted personas, and we would want all of them." I cup her face and brush my lips over hers as Tate goes to get a cloth to clean her up.

She smiles, her eyes closing, and I let her sleep, knowing that it won't be long before we need to take her again.