Chapter 43 Ivy #2
“If you want my opinion, I say, see where it leads. It could be one of those good choices disguised as a bad one.” She gave his hand a gentle squeeze before pulling away.
Killian approached them and dropped a trio of glasses on the table. Each short glass held no more than a mouthful of clear liquid in the bottom. Finare appraised the glasses and threw a disgusted look at Killian.
“Did you drink most of them before you got here?”
“This is a case of quality over quantity, my friend. This stuff is called Oblivion, and if you have too many of these, that’s all you’ll know for nights.” Killian’s words were low and ominous, but he delivered them with a mischievous grin that roused Ivy’s curiosity.
They each reached for a glass. Ivy’s eyes found Killian’s as he slowly tipped the glass back and the liquid slid into his waiting mouth. He inclined his head at her, encouraging her to do the same.
Ivy took a sip from the glass and felt a tingle run down her throat.
She gave him a curious look before finishing the drink.
The moment she swallowed, she wondered if she’d made a bad choice.
The tingling intensified in an unpleasant way, and once the drink reached her stomach, she felt her head swim for a moment before the sensation faded.
It was as though the effects of several drinks of alcohol hit her all at once.
She felt tipsy, happy and hungry in more ways than one.
“It’ll also up that little tally of yours by about five drinks.” Killian winked at Finare. Finare appeared flustered, and he hastily threw the shot back. A chuckle escape Ivy’s lips. I know that feeling.
“Well, that was a lot. I’m going upstairs.” Finare slid from his seat. “I’ll meet you back at Veldmoor.”
Ivy gave Finare a knowing look as he headed for the mezzanine. Ivy noticed his gait was unsteady—the alcohol affected him, too. Ivy returned her attention to Killian as the drink worked its way through her system.
“I thought you’d at least bring me back a Climax.” Ivy pouted, and her words caused Killian’s eyes to swirl with wisps of black.
“There’s plenty of those waiting for you at home.” He leaned in towards her and ran his fingers through her hair. “Besides, your orgasm face is for me alone.”
“I think you need to come and dance with me.” Ivy slid from her chair and tugged on the front of Killian’s shirt.
“I’m not much of a dancer.”
“Show me what you’ve got.”
He smirked and allowed himself to be led to the dance floor.
Ivy found them a space and started to move to the pulsating rhythm of the music.
Killian’s movement was stilted, and a laugh bubbled up Ivy’s throat as she watched him.
Ivy collected Killian’s hands and placed them on her waist, and he pulled her close.
“You can’t say I didn’t warn you.” Killian’s eyes swirled with black as he stared down at her.
“So, you’re a lousy dancer. I’ll try not to hold it against you.”
He leaned in and growled in her ear, “How about I hold something against you?”
Killian’s hands shifted down to her rear and pushed her against him. Ivy shuddered as she felt exactly what he was referring to as it pressed against her midsection.
“Strangely, I don’t feel like dancing anymore,” Ivy breathed, and Killian’s responding chuckle made her blood heat. He shifted his grip to grasp one of her hands, and they practically ran from the club.
Veldmoor was quiet when they returned. She led Killian up to her bedroom and he moved into the room before her. She shut the door and leaned back against it as Killian turned to face her.
He stared at her hungrily as he approached her, his eyes raking up and down her body.
She wore one of the tight-fitting black dresses that she reserved especially for the clubs, and her hair cascaded in waves around her.
Killian pressed his hands against the door on either side of her, caging her in.
“Has he been with you in this room?” The mention of Leseldh invited an unwanted rush of memories. She pushed the thoughts away with a heavy exhale and nodded in response.
Killian’s eyes flashed before his hand reached up to clasp her throat gently.
He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers in a demanding kiss that threatened to steal her breath.
He pulled away only enough to speak against her lips.
“Then I need to fuck you so completely that it will erase the memory.”
The promise had her shuddering against him, and before she could reply, his lips were upon hers again. His hands deftly relieved her of her dress, and thanks to its sleeveless design, they didn’t need to break their clash of lips, teeth and tongues.
Killian scooped Ivy into his arms and carried her towards the bed, sweeping the curtains of the canopy aside before tossing her onto the mattress.
She squealed as she hit the bed, her hair crashing around her in a halo of black.
She stared up at Killian and squirmed on the bed as her desire writhed inside of her.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” Killian’s words made her body heat, and she was certain she was blushing.
She watched as Killian slowly removed his shirt, and her need intensified as her eyes scoured his exposed flesh.
She swept her gaze over the intricate designs on his tattoo as she admired his muscular torso, but her eyes were dragged downward as he unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down, underwear and all.
She licked her lips as she stared at his cock, but he made no move to approach her.
“I need you, Killian,” she breathed as she began to ache with need.
Killian slowly climbed onto the bed and began to crawl up her body.
His lips found the skin of her thigh, placing kisses there as he travelled up towards her hips, but avoided the place she needed him most. She groaned as he moved further upward, pausing his journey to lick, nip and suck on both of her breasts.
She was squirming beneath him by the time he reached her mouth and gave her another hard, hungry kiss.
She ground her hips against him, but he lifted his hips to limit her contact.
She groaned into his mouth in protest. She felt his hand slide between them, and she was rewarded with a wave of pleasure as his fingers found her clit.
He broke the kiss and moved back down her body, his fingers continuing their movement until he replaced them with his tongue.
She cried out at the new sensation, but it ceased when he pulled his mouth away from her flesh. She lifted her head to glare at him. He was smirking at her.
“Don’t give me the easy way out. I want you silent. I want to learn from your body what it needs.” Killian’s words were a challenge, and she nodded, accepting it.
When Killian’s mouth returned to her flesh, she rested her head against the bed, closed her eyes, and allowed herself to drown in the waves of pleasure. He flicked his tongue against her clit, and she had to bite her lips into her mouth to stifle her moan.
Her body effortlessly responded to his ministrations—when he focused slow, intentional circles on her clit, her hips were soon rolling with the need for more.
As his strokes intensified, so did her movements.
When he pushed two fingers into her and started to fuck her with them, she bit down on her bottom lip so hard it broke the skin.
When he curled his fingers in a ‘come hither’ gesture, stroking her exquisitely, her pussy clutched his fingers, desperately trying to keep him there.
All the while his mouth worked her clit—his lips formed a seal around it and sucked—and she couldn’t stop the keening sound that escaped her as the sensation threatened to split her at the seams. She entwined her fingers in his hair to hold him in place.
It felt like a matter of moments before she was thrashing, clutching the sheets in her fists and bending her knees to give herself more leverage to thrust into his face in a frantic bid for more.
Her breathing was ragged, sweat slicked her body, and the inundation of sensations made the tension in her body build rapidly.
The coil of her climax wound itself tight and her spine arched off the mattress as she found release.
She tried to remain silent but couldn’t help the explosive moan that ripped free as she came.
Killian’s hands caressed their way up her body, and he hovered over her, watching as she tried to get her breathing under control. When she looked at him, she saw his red eyes were clouded with black.
Ivy’s hands drifted down Killian’s body, finding his cock and grasping it firmly. His breathing hitched at the contact, and she grinned at him as she stroked his length.
“I want your cock,” she rasped. She wrapped her legs around his waist to lock him in place. Still gripping him firmly, she directed him to her entrance, and without warning, he thrust inside.
She shuddered at the fullness she felt with him stretching her. He withdrew slowly, before slamming back in. He continued this rhythm, and she gasped as the shockwaves of pleasure pulsed through her. He pressed his chest against hers and leaned in, his lips finding her neck.
She felt his fangs penetrate the skin as he bit down.
Her lips moved to his neck and reciprocated, using her fangs to keep the wound open, allowing herself to feed for longer.
Strawberry and pepper coated her tongue, a delicacy just for her, and she savoured it even as it heightened her pleasure.
She knew Killian was experiencing the same delight when his thrusting intensified, and she couldn’t help but moan against his skin.
Once they had their fill of blood, they each withdrew, and the wounds stitched themselves closed. Killian looked down at Ivy and his eyes were alive with rolling black clouds, and the desire in his eyes sent Ivy into a frenzy.
Killian withdrew from Ivy completely, and she groaned at the loss of him. But before she could complain, he flipped her over, putting his hands on her hips to raise them up before plunging back inside.
“You don’t have to be quiet anymore, Ivy. I want you to scream my name,” Killian growled as he thrust into her, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the room. The instruction was enough for her moan to break free from behind her lips.
He was impossibly deep at this angle, and every thrust was harder than the last as he fucked her with animalistic hunger.
Each thrust hit that delicate spot inside of her that made her toes curl, and she felt the tension build once more.
She heeded Killian’s instructions and screamed his name, as she came so hard, she saw stars.
She felt Killian’s climax as he pulsed inside of her. Her body quaked with pleasure, and she collapsed against the mattress once it receded. Killian fell beside her, breathing hard as he pulled her against his body, his chest pressing against her back.
“I hate that he’s squandered a single moment of being in your presence. I hate that he’s had the pleasure of touching you.” Killian’s voice was a whisper against her neck.
His words compelled her to twist in his arms so that she could face him. She saw the expression on his face oscillating between love and hate—love for her, and hatred for Leseldh.
“He never, ever touched me like that.” Ivy spoke with a conviction that made her shiver. “Everything he did, or didn’t do, prepared me for you. You exceed him in every conceivable way.”
Her words were heartfelt. She saw his eyes flash with satisfaction, but his mind was on a track, and it couldn’t be derailed.
“I want to be the one to End him.”
“Killian, I—”
“—Promise me that if it comes to it, you will let me do what needs to be done.” His voice was firm, and she knew what he meant, without him having to say it. If you fail, let me End him.
Ivy didn’t want to fail, but she also didn’t want to live in fear. She didn’t want to spend her forever wondering when Leseldh would come to reclaim her. She didn’t want to live a life where her choices were not her own. She was done with all of that.
She nodded, and Killian kissed her once more, as if to seal the agreement.