Page 27 of The Slayer Seduction

This is the fourth movie she’s made me watch and all it’s done is shown me just how inept humans are.

“He’s in love with her. She likes him, yet she’s trying to find ways to push him away?”

“This was not the best movie choice. Maybe The Princess Bride. Yes, definitely,” the fox says.

I quite like the feisty little creature, even more so because she’s trying to help me. She tells me that Iris isn’t a natural romantic, that if I’m too intense, it might scare her away.

However, no amount of advice she gives me works, because as soon as Iris walks back into the room, all I can do is admire how perfect she is.

“You’re even beautiful when you scowl,” I tell her, which has the fox nipping my arm and Iris attempting to make her face neutral. It doesn’t matter what look she gives me, because she’s stunning either way.

She glances at where I’m tied to the bed; she held me at wand point so that I could relieve the vessel earlier, and I can’t deny I enjoyed the press of her wand against my back. As if I’d hurt her?

“You do not need to restrain me. I’d rather dagger this vessel than ever harm you.”

“No one is daggering anyone, Adam.”

When she says his name, it pisses me off. What’s so great about Adam? Sure, he’s the best looking vessel I’ve received, but if she actually got to know him, she would loathe him just like me.

“What’s the problem, Slayer? Jealous that your mate likes me more than you?” he taunts me, and I promptly ignore him.

Iris does not like Adam. She’s my mate, not his.

“The Slayer. I’m your slayer,” I tell her firmly. “You’ll have to untie me, eventually. I have a vampire to kill.”

My strength is growing, along with my bloodlust. I had hoped that maybe once I met my mate that all my duties would go away. I’ve done my time as a slayer. It should grant me some peace.

However, as I lie here, my palm itches, and the never ending need to plunge a stake in a vampire’s heart is overwhelming.

“A vampire is what wounded you?” she questions.

“Yes, and the moment I see his smug face, I’ll sink a stake so deep into his heart that he’ll explode on the spot.”

Iris looks disgusted, and the fox nods her head in agreement. At least someone gets it.

My witch rubs her temples. She does this a lot and I wonder if it has something to do with being a magical being. She’s wearing dark blue pants that stretch against her legs, and a tight orange top that shows off her pierced navel. I don’t know when people started piercing that part of their body, but I can’t deny that I find myself wanting to dip my tongue into the cute little spot and see what she tastes like.

I’ve never felt sexual desire before, and the feeling is odd as it is riveting.

“Oh goddess above,” Iris hisses, staring down at my crotch.

That is…new.

She shields her eyes and I just shrug.

“This is what happens when a male is around his mate. It is completely natural,” I say plainly, and Iris shakes her head.

“This can not be happening right now. This isn’t real.”

“Are you worried, my mate?” I ask her, and she looks at me with a puzzled expression. Of course, she would be worried. I’ve been around for millennia and she needs to understand that I’m devoted. “Don’t worry, I’ve never touched another with my cock. I’ve stayed pure, waiting for my true mate.”

“Fucking hell,” she says, rubbing her temples, her place of power.

“No other female could ever compare.”

“First off, please stop saying female,” she scolds me and I make a mental note to take the word out of my vocabulary.

“I will do as you wish. How was your day?”