Page 9 of Wild Ivy
I clench my fists, barely holding back from decking him. “You don’t get to judge me. You lost that right a long time ago.”
Dad snarls and lunges, but Ivy moves into the space between us quicker than I can react. She slaps a palm against his chest, and he stops dead in his tracks. Before any of us can say a word, Dad starts to dissipate into a black mist that Ivy sucks up into her hand.
“Oh, you didn’t,” I snort in amusement. “Did you just take him back?”
“Looks that way,” she says, wiping her hand on her top as a shudder goes over her body.
I can see the black soul under her skin, and I stifle the urge to gag. “Is he gone?” I croak, hopefully. I don’t think I can fuck her ever again if he is there, watching.
She shakes out her shoulders. “Yeah, I think so. Not sure where to, but he’s gone.”
“Thank fuck for that,” I mutter, and she shoots me a sharp glare. I clear my throat. “Who did you come across?”
“Lilith,” she says with a frustrated sigh. “As in…the.”
I blink. “Okay, that’s not good.”
“You think, Captain Obvious?”
Chuckling, I grab her wrist tightly and pull her closer. Pressing her up against a nearby tree, her annoyed expression turns sultry.
“You want it right here?”
“You willing?” I murmur, fangs already dropping.
She tilts her head to the side, and I press my mouth against her exquisite neck. The scent of her blood pumps through her veins, and I let out a soft mewl before I bite down sharply. She hisses and writhes in my arms. I grind my painfully hard cock against her pussy as her blood coats my tongue.
I groan against her skin. Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer.
“Fuck, Torin,” she gasps.
I slip a hand under her shirt, palming her breast roughly as I continue to drink. Her taste is different now - darker, more potent. It makes my head spin in the best way.
Ivy’s hips buck against mine desperately. “Please,” she whimpers.
Without hesitation, I unzip her jeans and slip my hand inside. She is wet and slippery. I groan as my fingers slide over her clit.
Thrusting two fingers into Ivy’s sweet cunt, I reluctantly pull back from feeding from her. She moans, her pussy walls clenching around me.
“More,” she demands, rocking against my hand.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” I murmur.
Ivy whimpers and rocks her hips, fucking herself on my hand. I twist my fingers to hit that spot inside her that makes her pant harder.
“Torin!” she cries out.
I can feel her getting close. Her pussy clenches around my fingers as I stroke her G-spot relentlessly. With my thumb, I rub her clit in time with my thrusts.
“Come all over my hand, bitch,” I snarl, wishing it was my dick inside her.
She comes hard with a strangled cry, clamping down on my fingers. I keep pumping slowly, drawing out her orgasm.
“Fuck, that was hot,” she pants.
I smirk and bring my fingers to my mouth, sucking them clean. “Delicious.”
Ivy’s eyes darken with renewed lust. “Any chance we can ditch real-life shit and head back to my house to continue this?”
