Page 89 of Torn Ivy
I stare at Torin,his question hanging in the air between us. Do I trust them? These men who claim to love me, who tore reality apart to bring me back?
The truth is, I don’t know. My memories are fragmented and unreliable. But there’s something more profound than memory tugging at me. A bone-deep certainty that these creatures matter to me, even if I can’t fully remember why.
“I...” I start, then falter. How can I explain the conflict raging inside me? The part of me that wants to run, to hide from the chaos they’ve unleashed, and the part that feels inexplicably drawn to them, especially Tate.
I take a deep breath, steeling myself. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I don’t know if I trust you,” I say finally. “But I trust that you believe you’re doing the right thing, and right now, that has to be enough.”
Torin nods, a flicker of relief passing over his face. “It’s a start.”
“So what now?” Bram asks, eyeing the bag containing the snake warily.
“Now we figure out how to use this thing to get back,” Tate says.
“To the book,” Bram mutters, and I see the shudder that goes over him.
I let him, Cathy and Tate go ahead, but I hang back with Torin, placing my hand on his arm. “You need more than cold bagged blood,” I murmur.
His eyes heat up, and I feel a pinch of nervousness. But I lift my chin higher, not backing down.
He moves in closer, cupping my face. I don’t flinch. If anything, I welcome the cool touch. “I can’t ask you to do that,” he murmurs.
“You didn’t.”
He smiles sadly. “You know what I mean. You need your strength.”
I meet his gaze steadily. “You need yours more. We can’t afford to have you weakened right now when you have to do this ritual rewind shit.”
His eyes darken with hunger, but he still hesitates. “Ivy, you don’t have to do this. Not when you’re not... yourself.”
I shake my head. “I may not remember everything, but I know this feels right. Please, Torin. Let me help you.”
He searches my face for a long moment, then nods.
I tilt my head, exposing my neck. Torin leans in. I shiver, but not from fear. There’s an anticipation coursing through me that I don’t fully understand.
His fangs graze my skin, and I gasp. Then he bites down, and the world explodes into sensation.
It hurts, but only for a second. Then a wave of pleasure washes over me, making my knees weak, and my pussy twitches in response to him. Torin’s arm wraps around my waist, holding me steady as he drinks.
Images flash through my mind of Torin, and I tangled together in sheets. His fangs in my neck, his cock deep inside me as I cry out in ecstasy.
He growls low in his throat and picks me up, slamming me against a nearby tree. It’s small, and the trunk is narrow and shaky, but it doesn’t stop him. With his fangs still in my neck, he flicks the button on my jeans and lowers the zip quickly. I shove them down as far as I can, and then he releases me with a possessive, predatory rumble coming from his chest and removes them with magick.
I gasp as Torin’s cool fingers slide between my legs, finding me already wet and aching for him. “Torin,” I moan, my head falling back against the tree trunk.
He growls again, his eyes blazing with hunger and lust. “Tell me to stop,” he says roughly. “Tell me this isn’t what you want, and I will walk away.”
I can’t. Every cell in my body is screaming for him. I may not remember everything, but I remember this - the electric connection between us, the way he makes me feel alive.
“Please,” I whimper, rocking my hips against his hand. “I need you.”
That’s all it takes. In one swift movement, he has his pants undone and is lifting me up, his cock pressing against my clit. I adjust and wrap my legs around his waist. He drives inside my pussy in one deep thrust.
We both cry out at the sensation. It’s familiar and new. My body remembers him even if my mind doesn’t.
Torin pounds into me as he fucks me against the tree, in the snow, in this weird dimension we have found ourselves in. The bark digs into my back, but I barely notice it. I am lost in the pleasure building inside me.
His fangs graze my neck again, and I tilt my head, offering myself to him. As he bites down, drinking deeply, I shatteraround him with a scream. I clutch his cock like I’m about to break it in half, and he grunts, sinking his fangs even deeper. I gasp as I soak his cock, and he groans before he stiffens and unloads into me, flooding me.
