Page 33 of Poison Ivy
After a long moment, Marcus pulls back with a gasp. “Fuck,” he pants. “You taste good.”
Poison takes a moment to compose herself after the bite, and she stares deep into Marcus’s eyes. I watch with anticipation.
But nothing happens.
I frown and grab her upper arm, hauling her off Marcus’s lap again. She gives me a slow smile, and then something catches her attention over my shoulder.
I turn to see that warlock Vex hovering nearby. He nods once and disappears into the crowd, heading for the toilets.
“Gotta go,” Poison murmurs.
“Wait,” Marcus calls out, snatching her hand.
She yanks it back. “I’ll be back in a few minutes,” she says, giving him a sultry smile.
Without waiting for a reply, she ducks around me, slips past the guard at the rope and follows the warlock’s path.
Now, I’m more than intrigued. Was this a kill? Or if not, what was it? It had better fucking not be Poison seriously getting it on with Marcus because if that’s the case, she is going to need punishing in a big way. But when I look back at Marcus, he seems fine. So, not holy water.
What the hell?
“I’ll be back,” I say to Marcus and follow Poison. Something isn’t sitting right with me here.
Seeing her pink head weaving through the crowds, I follow intently before I bump into Tate. “What the fuck are you doing here?” I snap at him, losing sight of Poison.
“Could ask you the same question,” he growls back, still in a pissy mood.
I glare at Tate, my patience wearing thin. “I don’thave time for this shit. Get out of my way.”
I try to push past him, but he grabs my arm. “Not so fast. Now you’ve got my attention. What’s going on, Torin? Why are you here?”
“Poison is here, and I’m trying to get her into a position where I can rail her hard enough to hear her screaming my name for the next several weeks. So, if you don’t mind.”
“Oh, whoa. And you weren’t going to share?” he snarls.
“You weren’t here. Well, you are now, I suppose.”
I glance around, trying to catch sight of Poison’s pink hair in the crowd again. Tate’s grip on my arm tightens.
“Where is she?” he demands.
“Headed to the bathroom, I think,” I mutter, still scanning the club.
Tate’s eyes narrow as he looks over the crowds as well. “Well, what are we waiting for?” He turns on his heel and shoves his way past creatures of all species, and I follow because something is wildly off about this situation, and I intend to find out what it is before fucking that little cunt of hers until she begs for mercy.
18
IVY
I slipinto 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.
