Page 50 of Torn Ivy
I turn to address them, letting a hint of my true nature show through. “This never happened,” I say, my voice layered with Fae glamour. “You saw nothing unusual here today.”
Their eyes glaze over as the suggestion takes hold. Within moments, they disperse, returning to their normal routines as if nothing had occurred.
“Neat trick. Doesn’t work on this bitch, though.”
Ivy’s voice makes me whirl around. “How much of that did you see?”
“How about all of it.” She moves closer, a seductive sway to her movements. It perks me up immediately.
I reach for her and slam her against the nearest tree, my hand going between her legs to squeeze her pussy.
She bites her bottom lip and wiggles closer to me. I work the button and the zip on her jeans undone, sliding my hand inside to find her dripping wet for me.
Ivy moans softly as my fingers slide through her slick folds. “Fuck, Bram. Right here?”
“Right here,” I growl, nipping at her neck. The adrenaline from the fight still courses through me, making me reckless. “I need you. Now.”
She grins wickedly, her eyes flashing with that new power. “Then take me.”
Pushing her jeans down over her thighs, she keeps her legs pressed together as I undo my pants. Moving in closer, I thrust up into her tight pussy, wedged between her thighs and causing friction that is irresistible.
“Yes,” she hisses as I thrust into her, burying myself to the hilt.
I set a punishing pace, fucking her hard against the rough bark
“Harder,” she demands, her voice thick with lust as, once again, students stop to stare. But neither of us cares. “Make me feel it, Bram.”
As I pound into her mercilessly, she writhes against the tree, which creaks ominously behind her, but I’m beyond caring. All that matters is the tight heat of her cunt around my cock, the way she gasps and moans with each thrust.
“Fuck, Ivy,” I groan, feeling my release building. “You drive me fucking crazy.”
Her pussy clenches around me as she comes with a cry, her power flaring out in waves of vibrant energy.
Ivy’s orgasm triggers mine, and I come with a guttural roar, spilling deep inside her. As we both shudder through theaftershocks, I become acutely aware of our surroundings and chuckle.
“Well,” Ivy says breathlessly, “that’s one way to make a statement.”
Slowly pulling out of her and stashing my dick, I help her straighten her clothes. “Subtlety was never my strong suit.”
She grins, her eyes sparkling with mischief and lingering arousal. “Clearly. Not that I’m complaining.”
As we make ourselves presentable, I notice the crowd of students starting to disperse, probably turned on by this live sex show.
“We should probably get out of here,” I mutter. “I’m surprised the staff haven’t already appeared.”
“Please. They wouldn’t know what to do with themselves.”
Ivy’s casual dismissal of potential consequences makes me chuckle, but there’s an edge to my laughter. The fight with Draxon and its implications still weigh heavily on my mind.
“We need to talk,” I say, taking her hand and leading her away from the scene of our very public tryst. “Somewhere private.”
She nods, her expression growing serious as she picks up on my mood. We make our way across campus, eventually ending up in a secluded corner of the library.
“Spill,” Ivy says once we’re alone. “What’s got you so worked up? Besides the obvious,” she adds with a smirk.
I run a hand through my hair, trying to organise my thoughts. “That fight wasn’t just about me. The Dark Court is making moves, Ivy. They’re interested in you.”
Her eyes narrow. “Because of this Fae power?”
