Page 54 of The Slayer Seduction

This motherfucker is the most desperate, fucked-up, murdering prick ever, and we’re doomed to spend eternity together.

“Fine,” Iris agrees in an irritated tone. “Can you two please get out of here quickly? Oh, wait. Here, Ember,” she says, tossing her friend a potion bottle. “Now, can you two get out of here?”

“Gladly,” the vampire says, happy as shit to get the fuck out of dodge.

Once they’re gone it’s just the two of us—well, three of us.

Iris has her hands on her hips as she looks up at us. God, she’s beautiful. I’d dated here and there in New Orleans, but nothing was ever serious. I mostly had one-night stands or meaningless sex at the clubs. I had a hard time letting people in with all the trauma my family left me with, but there’s something about Iris that’s pure and complicated, yet totally perfect.

She’s smart, obviously cunning, and loyal. Despite her small stature, she intimidates me. I don’t think I would have had the guts to approach her if I met her at a bar a few months ago; she was the type of beauty that was on magazine covers and I was just some tall asshole.

“My kiss, mate,” the Slayer interrupts my musing about how gorgeous she is.

Iris licks her lips. “You can’t keep manipulating me for kisses.”

The Slayer shrugs, not making any promises, and Iris gives up, tilting her chin again. The Slayer has other plans as he grips her around the waist, lifting her off the floor so we don’t have to lean down as much.

She feels delicate and perfect in our arms and the Slayer grins as her breath hitches.

“Adam thinks you’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. I agree with him,” he says, completely throwing me under the bus.

I don’t have a moment to dwell on it, because the next second my lips are touching Iris’ it’s like the world stops. I might not be the one physically moving my lips, but I can feel the plushness all the same.

It’s not the simple peck the Slayer gave her earlier, either, no this is deeper, fueled by thousands of years of waiting. Her smaller form goes pliant against ours and she gasps when she realizes she’s enjoying the kiss far too much.

She pulls away and wiggles out of our grip. She unconsciously licks her lips and I’m not sure who shivers, me or the Slayer.

Iris takes a moment to get herself together as she finally takes in all the disgusting remnants of vampires surrounding us. She makes a slight gagging noise.

“What do we do now?” Iris asks the Slayer, his grin wide.

“Oh sweet, Iris, we burn it all down.”

Chapter 27

The Slayer

“Burn it all down?” Iris asks, blinking at me.

Adam is present. I can feel him like a festering mosquito bite, but I do my best to ignore his presence. I gave Iris what she wanted and got two whole kisses out of it. Today is the best day.

“How else are we going to get rid of all this blood?”

Iris grabs the wand at her hip and waves it at me. “Uh. Magic.”

I laugh and nod my head. “Brilliant. Show me your skills.”

Long gone are my hurt feelings over her potentially trying to use the spell book to send me to the void—not that her plan would have worked, anyway.

No, now all I care about was how good those kisses felt. My first kisses ever…wait.

“Iris, have you kissed a male before?” I ask, and she chokes as she holds her wand tightly in her hand.

“Yes, I just kissed you, didn’t I?”

“Before today, have you kissed another male?”

She sighs and waves her wand; I watch in amazement as the blood lifts off the ground, winding and twirling until it becomes nothing.