Page 82 of Poison Ivy
Tate presses a kiss to my temple. “Because you’re our fate, Ivy. All of ours. That’s why we’ve been so drawn to you, both as Ivy and as Poison.”
I shake my head, trying to clear it. “This is insane. We can’t... I can’t...”
“Can’t what?” Torin challenges, his hand sliding higher up my thigh, forcing my legs apart so he can cup my pussy. “Can’t want all of us? Can’t need us? You know how well we work with Poison. Let’s see how well we fit with Ivy.”
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TORIN
I feellike shit on the bottom of her shoe. How could I put her in this impossible situation and not even care or even see what it would do to her? But that’s self-reflection for another time now. Her arousal hits my senses, and I want to devour her. My fingers press against her pussy through the thin fabric of her pyjamas, feeling her heat and dampness.
“Torin,” she gasps, her hips jerking involuntarily.
“Shh,” I murmur. “Let us take care of you, little killer. Let us show you how sorry we are.”
Tate’s hand slides under her top, cupping her breast as Bram captures her lips again in a searing kiss. I watch her melt between them, her body responding even as her mind struggles to catch up.
“This is crazy,” she pants when Bram releases her. “We can’t do this. We need to think?—”
“No thinking,” I murmur, hooking my fingers inthe waistband of her pyjama bottoms. “Just feeling unless you tell us to stop.”
Her eyes meet mine, wide and conflicted. But she doesn’t say no. Doesn’t push us away.
Taking that as permission, I yank her bottoms down, exposing her to my hungry gaze. My fangs ache to sink into the soft flesh of her inner thigh, but I resist. There will be time for that later.
For now, I lean in and spread her legs, running my tongue along her pussy, groaning at her taste. She cries out, her back arching as Tate strips off her top and Bram sucks her nipple into his mouth,
“That’s it,” Bram growls. “Scream for us, princess.”
I groan as I taste Ivy’s sweet pussy, her arousal coating my tongue. Her hips buck against my mouth as I lick and suck at her clit, two fingers sliding inside her tight heat.
“Fuck,” she gasps, her hands fisting in my hair.
I glance up to see Bram and Tate worshipping her breasts, their mouths and hands teasing her sensitive nipples. Ivy’s head is thrown back, eyes closed in ecstasy as we pleasure her.
“That’s it, little killer,” I murmur against her pussy. “Let go for us. Show us how good we make you feel.”
My fingers twist inside her, finding that spot that makes her cry out. I suck her clit harder, feeling her thighs start to tremble around my head.
“Oh, God,” she moans. “Torin!”
“Come for us,” Bram growls, pinching and tugging on her nipple.
With a broken cry, Ivy shatters, her pussy clenching around my fingers as she comes. I lap up her release eagerly, not stopping until she pushes weakly at my head.
When I finally pull back, she looks utterly wrecked - face flushed, chest heaving, eyes glazed with pleasure. It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.
“Fuck,” she pants.
Tate rises and scoops her up, blinking out of the living room. Bram rolls his eyes and grabs my arm, using his fae power to move us into Tate’s bedroom, where he has lain Ivy out like a gift, ready for us to ravage. It’s been too long since I fed from a live creature, too long since I felt hot blood hit my tongue. I stifle the whimper as I strip off and crawl onto the bed. I manoeuvre Ivy onto my lap so she faces outwards, giving the other two access to her body so I can pound her from behind.
I groan as her slick heat sheathes my cock as I slide inside her, making her moan.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” I growl in her ear, nipping at her neck.
Tate and Bram waste no time joining us on the bed. Tate captures Ivy’s lips in a deep kiss as Bram latches onto one of her breasts, sucking and teasing her nipple.
I start to move, thrusting up into Ivy’s tight pussy. She moans into Tate’s mouth, her body tremblingbetween us. My hands grip her hips, guiding her movements as I fuck up into her.
