Torn Ivy (Thornfield Supernatural Academy #2)

14. Bram

14

brAM

Something’s shifted in the magickal atmosphere tonight.

But it’s not that which draws me to pause in the rain. It’s the echo of Ivy’s chaos magick, still lingering in the air from earlier. There’s something about her energy that calls to my true nature, something I’ve been trying to understand ever since I first tasted it. Wild raspberries.

I move down the rain-slicked street as the shadows bend around me. The Court would be appalled at the carelessness which I have shown lately, but then, they’ve always been appalled by my choices.

Ivy’s house is just ahead, lights still on despite the late hour. I can feel this new magick in the air, but beneath it, there’s something else. Something older. Something wild that responds to my presence in a way that magick from this realm never does. My steps slow as I near her home. I can see her staring out of her bedroom window at the top of the house, a soft glow of light behind her. She is still in Poison’s guise. I stop to look at her, knowing she doesn’t know I’m here.

The rain around me starts falling upward, just slightly, responding to my distracted state. I quickly restore my control, but not before Ivy glances down as if her gaze was drawn to me. Our eyes meet through the darkness, and for a moment, her chaos magick reaches out, tangling with the ancient power in my blood like it’s found something familiar.

What does this mean? That she is part Fae? Or is it the magick that is Fae? That would make more sense. I seem to have been the only one to hear about this kind of magick and have text on it. The Ancient Fae were a strange bunch. They weren’t divided as we are now, but one group that went their separate ways several centuries ago.

Lightning flashes and thunder rumbles but still we stare at each other, neither of us moving.

My power feels unsettled tonight, responding to her proximity.

Drawing my attention away from her, I see Tate appear at the end of the street, a book tucked under his arm. He spots me immediately.

“Lurking?” he asks.

“Always. What’s that?”

“Vex’s offerings.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Oh? Care to share?”

He gestures with his head towards Ivy’s house. “Do you know where Torin is?”

I shake my head and follow him up Ivy’s garden path. She opens the door before he can knock, Torin is standing behind her.

“Hey guys,” she says. “Come in.”

We enter, dripping wet, but a bit of magick sorts that out quickly.

“Come upstairs,” she murmurs and takes them two at a time as we follow.

Once inside her room, I feel the atmosphere shift to something more seductive.

“I need to not think for a while. Can you help me?” she murmurs, stripping off her clothes and standing naked before us. She shifts back to Ivy, and it sends a pang of longing straight to my cock. In a flash, I’m in front of her, slamming her up against the wall. “Shift back,” I murmur. “I want this to be rough, hard, painful. I want to fuck you until you beg me to stop. I want to see tears in those blue eyes, Poison.”

She gasps, but the scent of her arousal hits my nose, and she does as I ask.

My hand closes around her throat, and I lean in to whisper, “You want to forget? You won’t even remember your name after I’m done with you, little whore.”

I tighten my grip on Poison’s throat, feeling her pulse race beneath my fingers. Her eyes are wide, pupils dilated with her arousal. Good. That’s exactly what I want to see.

“On your knees,” I growl, releasing her and shoving her down. She goes willingly, her pink hair falling across her face as she looks up at me.

I glance at Tate and Torin. “You two can join or watch. Your choice.”

Torin moves forward first, his fangs already extended. “I think I’ll take her mouth,” he says, unzipping his pants.

Tate hesitates for a moment before setting the book aside and moving closer.

I grab a fistful of Poison’s hair, yanking her head back. “You wanted to forget? Then let’s see how well you can focus when you’re being used like the little slut you are.”

She moans as Torin shoves his cock into her mouth, not giving her time to adjust.

I reach down to grab one of her wrists and then behind her to reach for the other. Pulling her arms right behind her, I give up her control for her as Torin fucks her face roughly.

I twist her arms behind her back, pinning them there with one hand while I undo my belt with the other. Poison gags as Torin thrusts deeper.

“What’s the matter, little whore? Can’t take it?” I taunt, running the leather of my belt across her exposed back. She shivers but doesn’t pull away.

Releasing her wrists, I wrap the belt around her neck and pull it tight, hearing her gag again. I hold on tight as Torin pulls out of her mouth, his cock bouncing and wet. Pulling on the belt, I get Poison to her feet and lead her to the bed. I bend her over, watching her hands clench tightly in the covers. She knows she is going to be destroyed. Unzipping my pants, I grip my cock with my free hand as Tate crawls onto the bed, naked and cock ready for her mouth.

With one brutal thrust, I bury myself inside her tight, wet cunt. She cries out, the sound muffled as Tate shoves his cock down her throat.

“That’s it,” I growl, setting a punishing pace. “Take it like the greedy slut you are.”

Poison’s body shakes with each thrust, her muffled moans vibrating around Tate’s cock. I yank on the belt, tightening it around her neck. Her pussy clenches around me in response.

“Fuck, she’s loving this,” Torin says, stroking himself as he watches.

I smirk, bringing my hand down hard on Poison’s ass. The sharp crack echoes through the room, followed by her choked whimper.

“Of course she is,” I say, spanking her again. “Dirty little whores like her crave being used.”

Tate groans, his hips jerking as he fucks Poison’s face. “Shit, I’m close.”

I increase my pace, pounding into Poison mercilessly. Her legs tremble, threatening to give out.

“Don’t you dare come,” I snarl at her.

Poison whimpers, her body tensing. I can feel her struggling to hold back her orgasm as I ravage her. Good. I want her desperate and aching.

Tate grunts, gripping Poison’s hair tightly as he comes down her throat. She swallows obediently, gasping for air when he pulls out.

I yank on the belt, pulling her upright against my chest. My free hand snakes around, and my fingers clamp down on her clit, twisting it until she chokes back a sob.

“You want to come, don’t you?” I growl in her ear. “Filthy little slut, getting off on being used like this.”

She nods frantically, unable to speak from the pressure of the belt.

“Too bad,” I laugh cruelly. I let go of her clit and hand the leash to Torin. He grips it firmly as I push on Poison’s back, before gripping her hips tight enough to bruise her. She whimpers again as I shove my dick as far into her as her body will let me. “Fuck,” I grunt. “Fuck, you are such a good little slut for me. Drenching my cock so I can fuck you harder.”

I slam into her relentlessly, her body jerking with each brutal thrust. Torin yanks on the belt, choking her as I pound her. Her pussy clenches around me, desperate for release.

“Please,” she gasps out between thrusts.

I laugh darkly. “Begging already? Pathetic.”

I pull out suddenly, leaving her empty and moaning. With a rough shove, I grab the leash from Torin and flip Poison onto her back. Torin takes the belt from me again and keeps it tight around her neck as I spread her legs wide.

“Look at you,” I sneer, swiping a finger over her gushing cunt. “Dripping wet and aching to be filled. Such a needy little whore.”

I shove my finger inside her, then another. Then, a third. She writhes on the bed as I add a fourth. Pulling out, I make a fist and ram it back inside her, hearing her scream.

Poison’s scream cuts off abruptly as Torin yanks the belt tighter. Her eyes roll back, face flushing as she struggles for air. I keep my fist buried inside her, feeling her cunt spasm around me.

“Fuck, look at her,” Tate says, stroking himself. “She loves it. She’s fucking gorgeous.”

I smirk, twisting my fist inside Poison. Her body jerks, trapped between pleasure and pain. “Of course she is. It’s what filthy sluts like her are made for.”

I pull my fist out slowly, watching her cunt gape open. She whimpers, hips lifting off the bed.

“Does the little whore want more?” I taunt. I shove my fist back into Poison’s cunt, feeling her pussy clench around me as she cries out. Tears streak down her face, just like I wanted. But her hips are still rocking, desperate for more.

“Fucking insatiable,” I growl, pumping my fist in and out of her. “Is this what you needed? To be stretched and used like the dirty slut you are?”

I pull my fist out and thrust my cock back inside her in one brutal motion. She arches off the bed.

“You want to come?” I snarl. “Then fucking come. Come on my cock like the whore you are.”

Poison’s body convulses as her orgasm hits her hard. I don’t slow down, fucking her through it as she writhes and moans.

“That’s it,” I growl. “Take it. Take every fucking inch.”

She practically breaks my cock with her pussy, and it’s heaven. With a roar, I bury myself deep inside her and come hard, filling her with my hot cum.

For a moment, we’re all still, the only sound our heavy breathing. Then I pull out roughly, admiring the sight of my cum dripping from Poison’s abused pussy. She lies there, trembling and gasping for air as Torin loosens the belt around her neck.

“What’s your name, slut?”

“P-Poison,” she rasps.

The smile that curves my lips is wicked as she gives us the green light to keep going.