Page 113 of The Slayer Seduction

“I want to let it all go,” I tell him and he nods.

“Do you need Adam?”

I bite my lip, thinking about how good he is at shutting down my busy head and just making me feel good. But I also want the Slayer’s softness.

“I want you both.”

The Slayer licks his lips, and I can tell Adam is speaking to him, as he nods his agreement to their conversation that I’m not privy too.

“You’re sure this is what you need?” he asks me and I grab each side of his face, bringing him in for a kiss.

As his lips touch mine, it quantifies that everything we went through was for this, so that we could all be together. I know I can’t let Celeste win in the end by feeling sad. I’m supposed to live this life fully, and that’s what I intend to do.

The Slayer moans into my mouth, and I pull away.

“Are you going to give me your true name?” I ask, completely ignoring that I’ve heard it before. It was his to give, not hers.

The side of his lips turn up as he says his name softly. “Atilius.”

“I love you, Atilius,” I whisper right back and the smile that takes over his face is something I’ll remember for the rest of my life.

“I love you endlessly, my sweet Iris,” he says before his lips crash back against mine.

He kisses me with passionate longing, letting me direct the intensity of the kiss. I wrap my arms around his shoulders as he picks me up and brings me over to the bed gently. His hands shake slightly as he grips my waist, staring down at me, like he doesn’t know what he wants to do.

“Undress me,” I tell him, and he nods, springing into action by unbuttoning my jeans and rolling them down my legs, peppering my skin with kisses along the way.

He rolls up my shirt and I help him take it off; I lie before him in just my panties and no bra; he stares at my breasts like they’re the most marvelous thing he’s seen.

“Your beauty is transcendent. Every second of the last millennia waiting for you was worth it,” he says, kissing up my stomach, before his mouth lands on one of my breasts, sucking in my nipple, as he hums in pleasure.

“I need you, Slay—Atilius,” I tell him and he licks my nipple.

“I’ll always be your Slayer. Always. My true name stays between us,” he tells me and I rest further back onto the bed, waiting to see what he does next, which is to continue kissing every inch of my body.

I realize then that Adam is not directing him, letting him do his own thing.

“Are you going to feel how wet I am for you?” I ask him, and he pulls back from where he’s kissing my chest to stare at me while his hand slides down my stomach and his fingers slide against my clit and inside my pussy, feeling just how wet I am for him.

“You spoil me, sweet Iris,” he says, shifting his body, kissing down my torso, his tongue swiping against my pierced belly button before trailing down toward my pussy. “I want to worship your beautiful cunt every day.”

Heat floods my face from his words, but he does just that, worshiping me with his fingers and tongue. There’s not a single doubt that my Slayer is exactly where he wants to be as he moans against my clit, every swipe of his tongue coming with a new wave of pleasure.

I’m at the crest, ready to fall over when he suddenly slows, and when I glance down, it’s no longer the Slayer’s eyes staring back at me, but Adam’s.

“Did you think we’d let you come so easily, baby?” he asks, as he pulls out his fingers and brings them to my mouth where I suck my release off them. His fingertips rub against the pad of my tongue before he’s removing them from my mouth and he’s gripping my chin and kissing me roughly.

Where the Slayer worships, Adam takes. His tongue is demanding against my own as he kisses me roughly.

“You need both of us at the same time?” he says the words in between our kiss and I moan. “I knew you’d be so fucking greedy for it. Wasn’t enough to have one man obsessed with you, was it?”

“Adam,” I rasp out his name and the muscles in his back tense.

“What, you want me to fuck you mindless and then have the Slayer kiss it all better?”

“Goddess, yes,” I say, running my fingers down his muscular arms, enjoying the feel of each tendon and veins as I go.

“Do you remember those magical bonds you used to tie me and the Slayer up?” he asks me and I swallow quickly.