Page 3 of Ivy and the Deathstalkers

He pulls me so close there’s not an inch of space between us. The heat from his body radiates off him, warming me. He runshis nose up my neck, taking deep inhales of my scent until he reaches my ear. “Do I get a reward for saving you?” He whispers, grinding his hard cock into me, suggesting exactly what kind of reward he’s after.

“Hmmmm,” I hum as if I’m considering it. “That could probably be arranged,” I purr, running both hands over his shoulders and up his neck as I give him my most seductive look. It has been a while since I’ve let off some steam. He may be an asshole worthy of my venom, but he is objectively sexy. Perhaps I’ll get lucky and he’ll know what to do with that erection he’s pressing into my stomach.

His eyes flare and my grin is a hundred percent genuine. I may not do relationships, for obvious reasons, but a girl has needs. And sometimes that need is a cock instead of a vibrator.

He stops pretending to dance and practically drags me off the dance floor.

“Where are we going?” I giggle.

Without answering, he marches us up to Blair. “Blair, darling. Would you mind terribly if we borrowed one of your rooms?” He asks, laying on the charm.

She arches a brow and flicks her eyes to me. I allow my mask to slip away momentarily and know the instant she understands.

“Of course.” She smiles. “Up the stairs, first door on the left.” As we walk past, she pointedly says, “I’ll see both of you later.” Not so subtly reminding us both of the rules. If either of us were to not leave the party alive and well, the other wouldn’t be leaving either.

“Not for at least two hours, and one of us might not be able to walk.” Devlin winks as he leads me to the stairs.

He sure sounds confident in his skills. Maybe I’ll get my first not self-induced orgasm in months. I only have sex when I’m killing someone. No need to kill an innocent. And I don’t feelan ounce of remorse for using some victims' bodies before I kill them… orwhileI’m killing them.

Sadly, I do still have some standards. Hence why it’s been so long. Trust me it hasn’t been that long since my last kill. But I’m not a guy. I can’t just fuck anyone. I’m actually rather picky when it comes to my bedmates. And evil assholes aren’t normally all that good-looking. So when I do find one easy enough on the eyes for me to get wet for, I always take the opportunity.

Chapter 3

Ivy

True to his word, it’s hours before we leave the room Blair directed us to. Lucky for me, he does know what he’s doing in bed. It’s almost a shame he’s going to die. I’m sure it’ll be months or longer before I find another suitable victim.

The party is winding to an end and guests are starting to leave as we come back downstairs. I haven’t gotten to kill as many people as I was hoping to tonight, but I’m so high from all the orgasms Devlin gave me, I don’t even care.

“Come home with me.” His command breaks me from my orgasm stupor and I fight to contain my glare. No one tells me what to do. Not out of bed at least. And even then, it’s only because Iletthem. Suddenly, I’m not so sad about his imminent demise

“Sorry, I have a meeting,” I tell him, my voice no longer holding any of the breathy surrender he’s become accustomed to in our short together.

“With who?” he growls, back to the asshole in the blink of an eye.

“Withme.” Unlike me, Blair doesn’t even attempt to hide her glare. If he wasn’t already a dead man walking, I might worry that she’d kill him with her eyes alone.

He takes a deep breath through his nose, knowing he better temper his response or face the consequences. And Blair isn’t exactly known for her forgiveness.

“Of course. Apologies,” he grinds out.

Blair’s eyes sparkle knowing how difficult that was for him to say. “Would you like me to pass along your info so Miss Rabbit can get in touch?” she offers, knowing damn well I’m never going to see him again.

I’m sure he’d rather give me his info himself, but he can’t turn down her offer without further gaining her ire, so he reluctantly agrees.

“Thank you, Blair. A lovely party, as always.” He tips his head toward her before turning to me. “I’ll see you soon, Little Bunny,” he purrs in my ear before striding out the door.

“Have fun?” Blair asks once we’re alone.

“You know it.” I smirk. “Killed two birds with one pussy.”

She throws her head back and laughs. “Well, I’m glad you had fun. I personally invited him, just for you. I know your type. And I know it’s been too long since you had a man-made orgasm.” She winks.

“I should be offended, but…”

“But you know I’m right and you’re thankful you have a best friend like me to look out for your wellbeing,” she offers to finish my sentence.

“Pretty much.” I shrug.

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