Page 14 of Poison Ivy
“So impatient,” he tuts. “Don’t you know good things come to those who wait?”
“Yeah, well, bad things happen to arsehole warlocks who don’t get on with it,” I snap.
Vex chuckles darkly. “Feisty. I like that in a female.”
Before I can retort, a searing pain shoots through my back. I bite my lip to keep from crying out as Vex begins the process of removing the rune. Admittedly, it doesn’t hurt as much as when he etched it into my skin, so for that, I’m grateful.
“Almost done,” he murmurs after what feels like an eternity.
The pain intensifies for a moment before abruptly stopping. I let out a shaky breath.
“There,” Vex says, sounding far too pleased with himself. “All gone. Though I must say, I’ll miss seeing my handiwork on that delectable skin of yours.”
I quickly pull my shirt down and turn to face him, keeping my expression neutral despite the lingering pain. “Thanks. We’re done here.”
Vex grins, revealing unnaturally sharp teeth. “For now, perhaps. But I have a feeling you’ll be back for more of my services soon enough.”
I roll my eyes. “Don’t hold your breath.”
As I turn to leave, Vex grabs my hand, stopping me in my tracks. He pulls me closer. “Feeling you pull on my power when you made your kill made my dick hard,” he whispers in my ear. “I jerked off and camein a stream of thick, hot cum at that wild raspberry taste in my mouth.”
“Fuck off,” I snarl, pulling to get away, but he is a lot stronger than me.
“Did you know it connected us,” he murmurs. “Did you feel it, Poison?”
“I’m not her,” I grit out. “And don’t ever call me that again in public.”
He chuckles and grips my arm tighter. “I like the taste of you,Ivy. I want to taste your pussy as I share magick with you.”
“Let go of me,” I snap and struggle in his grasp.
“You heard her,” a familiar voice states mildly, making my blood turn to ice. “Get your hands off her, Vex.”
Vex’s wicked smile turns even more sinister. “Tate. Step back. This has nothing to do with you.”
“I can’t in good conscience stand here and let you sexually harass a poor innocent creature, now can I?”
Vex snorts. “Sure, you can’t. I don’t know who she should be more afraid of. Me or you.”
Tate grins. “Me, obviously. And so should you. So let her go.”
My stomach lurches as Tate approaches. His emerald green eyes flick between me and Vex, assessing the situation. I keep my face carefully blank, almost mesmerised by the less cruel expression on his face than I’ve usually seen of late.
“This is a private conversation,” Vex growls, his grip on my arm tightening painfully.
Tate’s lips curl into a vicious smile. “Doesn’t look very private to me. In fact, it looks like the lady wants to leave.”
“Yeah, that’d be good,” I mutter, yanking on my arm, but Vex doesn’t let me go. He faces off with Tate, and now I’ve inadvertently found myself slap-bang in the middle of a warlock-to-warlock showdown.
Way to fucking go, Ivy. Only you. Only fucking you.
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The tension snapsand hisses between Tate and Vex as they square off. I can feel the buildup of magickal energy in the air, making the hairs on my arms stand up.
“Last chance, Vex,” Tate says, his voice deceptively calm. “Let her go.”
