Page 74 of Poison Ivy
With a burst of effort, I grab Torin’s wrist and yank his hand away from between my legs. “Enough,” I growl, meeting his gaze defiantly. “You want to play games? Fine. But we do this on my terms.”
A slow, wicked grin spreads across Torin’s face. “And what terms would those be, little killer?”
Before I can answer, another knock sounds at the door, more insistent this time. I rise from the bed and go to the window, Torin’s gaze on my back. He hisses when he sees Tate’s name inscribed into my flesh. Ibang on the window, see Tate step back from the door, and look up.
“Give me a sec,” I call out.
He nods, and I turn back to Torin, who is helpfully holding out my pjs for me like some kind of weird, creepy butler.
“Thanks,” I growl and snatch them from him. He is enjoying every second of this. I can tell by the dumb smirk on his face.
I brush past him and take the stairs quickly, unlocking the front door and opening it to let Tate inside.
“We need to talk,” Tate murmurs, sees Torin behind me, and freezes.
“Yeah, we do,” I state. “He knows who I am.”
Tate takes that information in and rapidly processes it. “I see. Do I want to know how he figured it out?”
I smile that he is asking me and not Torin, but before I can reply, the resident vampire answers for me. “I caught her masturbating, and the scent of her cum matches Poison’s.”
“Obviously,” Tate mutters.
The tension in the hallway is thick enough to cut with a knife as Tate’s gaze darts between Torin and me. I can see the wheels turning in his head, trying to figure out how this is going to play out.
“So what now?” Tate asks, his voice low and wary.
Torin’s smirk widens as he saunters closer, clearly enjoying having the upper hand. “Now? Now wehave a little chat about loyalty, deception, and what happens to those who cross me.”
I straighten my spine, refusing to be intimidated. “If you think I’m going to just roll over and do whatever you want, you’re in for a rude awakening.”
Torin chuckles darkly. “Oh, I’m counting on it, little killer. Where’s the fun if you don’t put up a fight?”
Tate steps between us, his body tense. “Torin, let’s talk about this rationally. There’s no need for?—”
“Rationally?” Torin snarls, his eyes flashing dangerously. “You’ve been lying to me, protecting her. And for what? A good fuck?”
I bristle at his words. “I’m more than just a good fuck, you arrogant prick.”
Torin’s gaze snaps to mine, anger and hunger in his eyes. “Oh? What are you then?”
“My fate,” Tate says, shoving me ungallantly to the side as he faces off with Torin.
“Fate?” Torin sneers, but then he pauses, his eyes flashing back to mine. He reaches out and grips my arm roughly, yanking me towards him in the crowded space. He spins me around and lifts my pj top up. “Is that what this is? Fate?”
“It’s our bond,” Tate says. “You wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh, I understand completely,” Torin barks.
“You two need to leave right now before I send the dogs after you,” Ramsey says calmly, coming downthe stairs followed by a pack of hellhounds that look suspiciously like Chihuahuas.
“Oh, you wouldn’t,” Tate grits out as Torin eyes up the small dogs with a smile.
More fool him. Those things are the devil in disguise.
“Watch me,” Ramsey says and flicks his fingers, sending the pack of yappers straight for the two guys. Whatever they are, wherever he summoned them up from, they are solid, vicious and I duck out of the way with a screech as their furry little bodies attack Tate and Torin.
Chaos erupts in the cramped hallway as the pack of demonic Chihuahuas launch themselves at Tate and Torin. Their tiny bodies may look harmless, but their razor-sharp teeth and supernatural strength make them a force to be reckoned with.
