Page 1 of Poison Ivy
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IVY
The most effectiveway 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 himwith 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 forhis 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 inmy 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.
