Page 33 of Poisoning Ivy
"And me, Tiger Lily?" Theo's teeth nip at the shell of my ear.
"Yes, Theo." I let out a sigh, trying to ease some of the pressure inside of me that I can't even begin to understand.
"Good." Killian purrs, his lips softer as they trail down to my jaw. Monty moves in to my other side, pressing a soft kiss to my shoulder blade, and seconds later, Killian's mouth is on mine.
He steals every molecule of oxygen from my lungs, his depravity needing a greater source of sustenance than the rest of us. Gnashing lips and lashing tongues tangle as I give in to him and to them, needing this more than I've ever let myself realize.
It's like Killian breathes life into me, filling up spaces that started to decay long ago, ripping the tourniquet from limbs that feel like they've gone dead with disuse, forcing need into every space inside of me until I am dripping with it, shaking against Theo's touch as Killian ravages my neck and Monty trails gentle kisses along my spine.
They're animals, more beasts than men, and yet somehow, I am right there with them, hanging on their every touch like an addict in need of her next fix.
I can feel Killian stiffening against me, his cock growing with need again, and I want it. I want Monty's hands to twine against my scalp as he shoves me under the surface, taking away my need to breathe anything but them. I want Killian to impale me against him. I want Theo to suck a nipple into his mouth for them to do something to soothe the ache they put inside of me.
It’s wrong. It’s sick and twisted, fucking depraved. I just witnessed a murder. That should have dried up any need they awakened in me before it, but it didn’t. I’m so numb to everything but them that even knowing they’re killers doesn’t stop me from wanting them.
“Fuck me," I beg into Killian's mouth, rolling onto my toes to wrap myself around him, giving him access to me.
"Aren't you a virgin?" Monty whispers, his lips curved into something that feels like a smile.
"Does it matter?" I snap, the need bending me so far that I feel I may break. I don't understand where it came from. Or, maybe I know it's just been there all along. Maybe something just awakened a beast that's been lying dormant for all these years.
"If I fuck you, you won't be a virgin anymore." Theo chuckles.
"And then we wouldn't have anyone to sacrifice to the devil on the summer solstice." Monty tuts his tongue, and I stiffen, fear cementing in my spine.
My heart is a wild thing, galloping just under the thin skin of my chest, a prisoner in my ribcage. "Is that what this was?" I venture as Killian backs away to get a better view of me, smirking. "Was she a sacrifice?"
"You thinkTillywas a virgin?" Theo sneers, spinning me around so that he can see my face; the impact of what I just witnessed is still clouding reality.
"You're precious, Bambi." Killian's lip twitches with amusement. "And awfully naive if you believe any of that."
I'm pretty sure Tilly wasn't a virgin, given how comfortable she'd been with coming onto me and taking Killian's cock like a porn star. But if itwassome sort of sacrifice, at least it would make sense. I may be naive, but I've heard the rumors every summer about 'those boys'.
They're sick, wicked, and wrong.
"You really think we killed that bitch for some boogeyman to claim her in hell?" Theo claps his hands together, startling me so that I jump and knock into the hard wall of Killian's chest. I push off of him before his hands can wrap around my waist, turning to face them all at once.
On their own, each of them is other-worldly. It's no stretch of the imagination that they were put here to wreak havoc upon the world. Together, they create devastation.
"If not that, then why?"
Killian shrugs, one bronze shoulder glinting under the moonbeam. "What do you want to hear? That she was a whore? That she didn't deserve to live? Do you want something that's going to help you sleep at night when your pussy is weeping and your face is flooded with tears because you don't understand your sickness?"
His words make my stomach twist violently, and I hate that he's right about how hot I am for him, for them, in spite of what just happened... in spite of all of it. I am slippery and achy; the fire they stoked is still glowing in the embers.
"I just want the truth." I whisper, refusing to make eye contact lest he see that he just hit the nail on the head in his assessment of me, as easily as if he cut me open and began sifting through my mind.
"The truth is she was nobody. She was going to die tonight whether you were here or not," he rolls his neck and grins at Monty. "Though you being here sure as fuck made it a lot more interesting."
"I don't understand. What did she do to you?"
"You're really not getting this." Theo huffs a laugh. "Sweet, sweet, Ivy."
"She's a whore. I paid her three hundred dollars to fuck all of us tonight. When we saw you here, I offered her an extra two just to make you moan."
My head hurts, heavy with the things they aren't explicitly saying. "Why would you do that?"
“Because if it was one of us making you moan, Tiger Lily, you would have to crawl back up the mountain because we’d ruin you.”
