Page 35 of Poison Ivy
I weave through the panicked crowd, shoving past creatures of all kinds as they rush for the exits. The smell of smoke and burning flesh lingers in the air, along with the acrid scent of fear.
Torin and Tate are on my heels, their presence like a shadow at my back. I need to get the fuck out of here before they lock this place down.
“You!” a gruff voice calls out, and I turn to see one of the guards chasing me. “Get back here!”
“Fuck!” I mutter and weave faster.
“This way,” Torin murmurs, catching up with me and slipping his arm around my waist.
“Don’t let her get out!” the guard shouts, and security closes in around me.
Panic surges through my veins. This wasn’t supposed to happen. It was supposed to be in, kill, out. Torin and Tate being here has screwed everything up.
Torin leads me towards the exit, Tate close behind us. He sparks up a flash of magick, and I see the guards looking around in confusion.
“Cloaking spell. Got two minutes,” Tate says.
Torin leads us out of the exit with the crushing crowd, and we duck off to the left, walking away from the scene as casually as we can under the cloak of magick. Tate leads us to a car parked about a block away and opens the back door of the Mustang. “Get in,” he growls.
“Nah, I don’t get in cars with strangers.”
“But you let strangers fuck you in all sorts of delicious positions?” Torin whispers in my ear.
“That’s different. I?—”
“Get the fuck in,” Tate says and shoves me roughly inside. I go in headfirst with my barely covered arse in the air as Torin climbs in behind me, and Tate gets into the driver’s seat, firing off from the curb like a bat out of hell.
“Look,” I say, getting myself into a respectable seated position. “Thanks for the save, but I didn’t need it. I have to go.”
“Didn’t need it?” Torin scoffs. “You killed a very powerful and influential vampire tonight, Poison. Your bosses are bold, I’ll give them that. That or they want you dead. Which is it, little killer?”
I glare at Torin, my mind racing. How the fuck do I get out of this? “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say coolly. “I was just there for a good time.”
Torin laughs darkly. “Cut the bullshit, Poison. We both know who you work for.”
“And who’s that?” I challenge, meeting his gaze steadily.
“The Syndicate,” Tate says from the front seat.
I stay silent, weighing my options. Denying it further would be pointless. These guys aren’t idiots.
“So, what now?” I ask finally. “You going to turn me in?”
Torin’s hand slides up my thigh, his touch electric. “Now? Now we’re going to have some fun.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Is that so?”
“Oh yes,” he purrs, leaning in close. “You’ve been a very naughty girl, Poison, letting that fucker paw you and drink from you. Naughty girls need to be punished.”
A thrill of excitement runs through me despite the danger of the situation. “And who’s going to punish me? You?”
Tate catches my eye in the rearview mirror as he pulls over onto a deserted stretch of road. “We both are.”
I lick my lips, heat pooling low in my belly. “Bring it on, boys.”
Torin’s hand tightens on my thigh as he crashes his lips to mine in a bruising kiss. His fangs nip at my bottom lip, drawing blood. I gasp, and he takes advantage, plunging his tongue into my mouth.
Tate turns in the driver’s seat, watching us with hungry eyes. “Get her clothes off,” he growls.
