Page 34 of Poison Ivy
“Yeah, now how are you going to thank me for not letting you burn, little shifter?”
“How about I tell Vera that you refused to help me and see how she takes that piece of news?”
His eyes flash. “You wouldn’t.”
“Try me.”
“You are a complete bitch, Poison. I like it. But be careful out there,” he says, brushing my hair back from my face. “Not everyone is a sadist like me.”
“Noted,” I growl and pull back from his touch.
“Let’s get out of here before Marcus bites the dust.” He chuckles at his own joke.
“Can’t do that. I need to confirm the kill, so I’d better get back out there. You can leave. I’ll find my own way home.”
He glares at me, but he knows he has no choice but to fuck off without me. With a click of his fingers, he shows off and blinks out of existence, leaving me alone in the cubicle as the door to the bathroom slams open.
Torin, followed by Tate, stride in and glance around. Their eyes land on me, and I smile.
“Boys,” I say coolly. “Enjoying your night?”
Torin’s eyes narrow as he stalks towards me, Tate close behind. “What the fuck are you doing in here?”
I lean against the cubicle door, keeping my expression neutral. “Waiting for you, obviously. I’m looking for some fun.”
Torin scoffs. “Yeah, looked like you were having loads of fun with that vampire scumbag.”
“Jealous?” I taunt, arching an eyebrow.
In a flash, Torin has me pinned against the wall, his hand around my throat. “Watch your mouth, little girl,” he growls. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”
I meet his gaze steadily, refusing to be intimidated. “Maybe I like danger.” I slap my hand to his wrist and shove his hand away. “Now, if you will excuse me, I have a job to finish. Then we can play.”
Elbowing past him as roughly as I can, I leave the bathroom with the two on my tail. I wonder briefly where Bram is, but shrug it off. Two to play with is better than none.
Heading onto the dance floor, I move to the music, feeling Torin come up behind me, his hand on my hips. He pulls me closer to him, and I rub my body against his stiffening cock.
“Fuck,” he murmurs in my ear. “You’re fucking addictive, Poison.”
Smiling to myself, I never take my eyes off Marcus. He’s looking a little flushed and loosening his collar. The spell will be working its way through him, burning his insides until he ignites from the inside out. Tate boxes me in, gripping my chin so I can look at him. He leans in closer and brushes his lips over mine. “I will find out,” he murmurs before he bites my bottom lip hard enough to make me hiss.
I grin wickedly at Tate, licking the blood from my lip. “Find out what, handsome? That I like it rough?”
His eyes flash dangerously. “Who you really are.”
Ice floods my veins, but before I can respond, acommotion erupts from the VIP section. Marcus is on his feet, clutching his throat and gasping for air. His skin is flushed an unnatural red, steam literally rising from his pores.
“Showtime,” I murmur.
Torin’s grip on my hips tightens. “What did you do?”
I turn in his arms, giving him my most innocent look. “Me? I didn’t do anything. Poor guy must have had a bad reaction to something he drank.”
Marcus lets out an inhuman shriek as his body begins to smoulder. Guards rush to his side, but there’s nothing they can do. In seconds, he bursts into flames, his agonised screams cutting off abruptly as he’s reduced to ash.
Chaos erupts in the club. Panicked patrons rush for the exits while security tries to maintain order. I use the confusion to slip out of Torin’s grasp.
“Gotta run, boys,” I call over my shoulder. “Catch me if you can.”
