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Part of me wants to smash through the window and take her right there. The urge to claim her, to drink from her, to mark her as mine, is almost overwhelming. But I hold back, forcing myself to observe, to gather more information.
A low moan escapes her lips as she climaxes, her body shuddering with pleasure. Her thighs quiver, toes curling as waves of ecstasy wash over her. It's asight that sears itself into my memory, igniting a fire in my veins.
My fangs elongate at the intoxicating scent of her arousal, and I growl as it is the exact scent that has covered my cock after being with Poison. It’s all the confirmation I need. My senses don’t lie.
Ivy's breathing slows, and she rolls onto her side, her gaze finding mine, crouched on the window ledge, watching her masturbate. For a moment, time seems to stand still as our eyes lock. There's no fear in her gaze, only a mixture of surprise and something else. Something darker. Something that makes my dead heart skip a beat.
Her lips part, and she sits up, her tits bouncing enticingly. I can hear her heart rate picking up, smell the spike of adrenaline in her scent.
I have nanoseconds to move before Tate sees me. I reach up to the ajar top-opener window and pull it out as far as it will go. With the agility of the vampire I am, I haul myself up and through the window, curling up into a ball as I hit the floor and land in a crouch, my gaze boring into hers as she slowly reaches for the sheet to cover her naked body, but doesn't scream or utter any sound.
The only thing I can hear is the pounding of her heart and my own breath as I straighten up. The air in the room is charged with tension, anticipation, and something else - a dangerous, electric current that crackles between us.
Ivy's eyes never leave mine, a silent challenge intheir depths. She knows I've caught her, knows that her secret is out. But there's no fear in her gaze, only a fierce provocation that makes my blood sing.
As Tate knocks on the front door, I realise that the game has changed. Ivy, Poison - she's become the centre of a storm that's about to break over all of us, and the dark thrill that gives me is as satisfying as it is powerful.
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I freezeas Torin’s gaze penetrates mine like he is trying to burrow straight into my brain.
Fuck.
This is bad. Really, really bad.
“Well, well,” Torin purrs, a predatory grin spreading across his face as he edges forward. “Isn’t this interesting? And with your boyfriend right outside.”
I swallow hard, my mind racing. There’s no point in denying it now - he’s clearly figured out I’m Poison. But how? Did Tate rat me out? I need to know.
“Torin,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady. “How?”
He knows exactly what I’m talking about as he comes closer. I scoot back on the bed, the sheet twisting around me and uncovering half of what I’m trying to shield from his gaze. He reaches out andgrabs my arm, pulling me closer to him. His other hand goes between my legs, and he slides his fingers over my clit that is still pulsating from my masturbation.
I gasp as he awakens the dying fire in me. His touch is something I crave as Poison, but Ivy is different. She isn’t supposed to want him. His blue eyes never leave mine as he thrusts two fingers deep inside, and I involuntarily spread my legs wider for him. He withdraws his fingers and brings them up to his lips.
He draws in the scent of my arousal before his tongue flicks out with a soft groan. “Your scent doesn’t lie.”
I shudder as Torin’s fingers slide over my sensitive clit again, my body betraying me with its response.
“Torin, stop,” I manage to gasp out, even as my hips buck against his hand. “This isn’t?—”
“Isn’t what?” he purrs, his fangs glinting as he smirks. “Isn’t right? Isn’t what you want?” His fingers thrust and twist inside me again, hitting that spot that makes me see comets, never mind stars. “Your body says otherwise, little killer.”
I bite back a moan, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer. This is so fucked up. Tate is right outside, and here I am, spread open for Torin like some wanton slut.
“What are you going to do?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
Torin’s eyes darken with lust and something else—something dangerous and thrilling. “Oh, I have so many ideas, Ivy. Or should I call you Poison?” His thumb circles my clit, sending sparks of pleasure through my body.
I shudder as Torin’s fingers continue their torturous exploration. My body is on fire, every nerve ending singing with pleasure even as my mind screams at me to stop this madness. But I can’t seem to make myself push him away.
“Torin,” I gasp, “Tate is right outside. He’ll?—”
“He’ll what?” Torin purrs, leaning in close. His cool breath fans across my neck, making me shiver. “Catch us? Find out his little girlfriend being finger-fucked by me and enjoying every damn second of it?” His fangs graze my pulse point. “Maybe that’s exactly what I want.”
My heart pounds wildly. This is spiralling out of control fast. I need to regain some semblance of power here before Torin completely overwhelms me.
