Page 120 of The Slayer Seduction

Ember comes to stand before us, tears welling in her eyes as she holds her wand up. “The marriage will be magically binding and I got ordained through some website so we can send in the legal forms. Are you ready?”

I give her a nod as Adam grabs my hands and we face one another. Ember goes through the magical binding of marriage and asks us if there’s anything we would like to say.

“I’ve never had someone in my corner before and it might have taken being possessed by a vampire slayer to make it happen, but it was all worth it to find you. My life was worth living when you came into it. You’re the reason my heart beats and I vow to be the man you need. When you need a shoulder, an ear, or a hand, I’m at your call. Thank you for choosing me, and I’ll show you every day that I choose you right back.”

My eyes water with loving tears as Adam’s eyes change. The Slayer obviously wanting to say his piece as well.

“Eternity wouldn’t be enough time with you. In every life, you are mine and I am yours. Since we share this one with Adam, I suppose we’ll let him join our union, too.”

I can see they’re about to argue, and I squeeze the man’s hand in front of me as Adam takes over the body again.

“Adam, you let me be myself unapologetically, and I love you for that. You’re my north star and I’m so lucky to get to spend the rest of my life with you. Together we make each other better and I couldn’t have asked for a more understanding man. Slayer,” I say his name, letting him take over.

“We are mates in every universe, and I choose to be your wife in this one, too. You’re right when you say no time will ever be enough, but I promise to value every second we have in this one. Thank you for loving me unconditionally and loudly. I can’t wait to spend the rest of forever with you.”

Ember sniffs, trying to hold back her emotion.

“You may kiss your bride.”

The kiss starts off rough and dominant with Adam and slowly progresses to a more languid, tender kiss with the Slayer.

When I pull back and look at his beautiful face, I thank fate for bringing him into my life. We might have had to face a lot of hurt and pain to get here, but we can’t dwell on the why, just that we’re here now, and we’ve found each other.

It’s not conventional by any means, loving two very different men, but as I stare at the physical form of the two men I love, I know that I’m exactly where I need to be.

“What now, my wife?” Adam asks.

“Now, we get to live.”

The vision hits me, two wrinkled hands holding one another’s on a porch, a fox with graying hair between us, two glasses of sweet tea in our free hands. There isn’t fear in seeing that future, there’s gratitude. Because I know that we’re going to be together and in love until we’re old and weathered. Beauty might not last forever, but this love we have sure will.

“Everything okay?” Adam asks.

“Never better,” I reply as my new husband sweeps me off my feet, holding me bridal style as he goes to teleport us. It wasn’t easy to get here and I would have never guessed that I would have fallen for the slayer’s seduction, but by the goddess, I’m so glad I did.

What we have is magic and I’m the luckiest witch to not have found one epic love, but two.

Slayer Epilogue

Eight Years Later

“You think you can defeat a slayer?” I rumble, my voice really deep. The kids always love it.

The two of them laugh as they hang off my arms like wild animals. I suppose I shouldn’t say that out loud, considering their parents are wolf shifters.

“Yeah, keep that little tidbit to yourself,” Adam suggests and I grunt.

I hold them so high above my head and they squeal with delight.

“I told you, little wolves are no challenge for a slayer. Iris, my mate, the little hounds are out of control,” I say to her, and her face softens as she looks at us, almost as if she’s reminiscing.

“No, we aren’t, Auntie Iris,” Wisteria says. She’s the bigger troublemaker between her and her younger brother, and that has made her my instant favorite. She also is part witch and loves to cast little tricky spells to trip me up. A formidable foe, indeed.

“Wisteria and Nix, give uncle Adam a break,” Violet chimes from where she lounges on a chair. She’s pregnant with their third, and I suspect they’ll have a whole litter once they’re done having children. I’ve gotten used to being called Adam among the coven and shifters. Iris is the one who truly differentiates between us both, though over time it seems like our souls intertwine more and more.

“You heard your momma,” Silas says, grabbing each of the children as if they weigh nothing and tossing them over his shoulder.

“You two better go eat the rest of the cake before it’s gone,” I yell, stirring the pot. Silas gives me a glare with no heat over his shoulder as I suggest his children need even more energy than they already have.