“Wolverine is already wound tight when Poison Ivy finds him. Fresh from a fight, body buzzing, temper shot, guard down. He’s burning himself out, and she knows it.
She slides in beside him at a low-lit private bar he’s known for haunting, letting him feel her presence before he really clocks it. One slow breath of her pheromones drifts his way and the shift is instant. The aggression doesn’t leave him, it just turns into something else. Needier. Dirtier. Easier to point in the right direction.
Poison Ivy takes full advantage. She undresses him slowly, teasing his cock with her soft red lips, keeping him right on edge, enjoying how desperate he already is. She lets him strip her only when she decides he’s earned it, then pulls him down with her, exactly where she wants him.
On the sofa, she’s all control. Grinding, teasing, riding his need, letting him fuck her properly before deciding she wants more. She makes him take her naughty little arsehole, using his strength and frustration against him, switching between holes just to keep him pliable, greedy, and completely under her thumb.
Wolverine might be worn down, but he’s relentless when she tells him to be. Strong. Rough. Perfect. He gives her everything she wants, until she’s shaking, spent, and already thinking about how useful he could be long-term.
Poison Ivy doesn’t call this a conquest.
She calls it recruitment.
A filthy, supernatural partnership is born, and the sexual underworld is about to get very crowded.
Vivienne l’Amour’s VoiceOver guides, taunts, and controls, drawing you deeper into Poison Ivy’s headspace as she pushes him further than he expects and takes exactly what she came for.”
