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Alright, she does not wish to send me away. This is promising. I do as she says, using the towel to hide my possibly offensive, flaccid penis and get into the bed with her.

Slowly but surely her heart rate is returning to normal and this pleases me.

Of course, not as much as my mouth on her does, but I will wait until she allows me to do that again.

Her delicate hand reaches out and cups my face and I lean into the warmth.

“No one has ever…” Her cheeks heat, and she slightly looks away. I grab her hand, kissing her palm and bringing it back to my face, patiently waiting for her to explain what’s going on in that beautiful head of hers.

Chapter 34

Iris

Ijust let the Slayer go down on me.

No, it wasn’t just that. I let the Slayer go down on me, and I was into it, more than into it. He made me orgasm. No man has ever done that before.

I glance over at him as he kisses my hand and patiently waits for me to speak. The Slayer doesn’t seem patient by nature. It’s something he only extends to me.

My throat feels dry as I clutch my towel against my chest. When I saw that stake in his chest, when I thought it might be the end for him, I was terrified. More than afraid if I was being honest. The thought of losing the Slayer and Adam made me feel like a piece of my heart was being ripped out of my chest.

When he wouldn’t look at me or hold me after, all that terror came sweeping back in. What if we don’t survive this? What if I lose everything I didn’t know I wanted or needed?

As hard as it is, I want to figure this out. All of it. How to share the Slayer and Adam and how to make all our lives fulfilling. But if the other slayers are anything like tonight, I might never get that chance.

So, I opened my towel and let the Slayer touch me and now I want him even more.

“What is it, my Iris?” he questions, grabbing one of my twists, toying with the gold jewelry there.

His dark eyes give him away; he’s worried about his performance, all the while my mind is completely blown while also being endlessly worried about what the future is going to bring.

“No one has ever made me come before,” I say softly, deciding to stare at his tattooed chest instead of his face. As far as I can tell, he hasn’t gained any new designs for taking out a fellow slayer.

“That was when your pretty pussy clenched my fingers and gushed around my face.”

I choke on my spit, coughing slightly at his words. He isn’t being facetious, he’s being blunt, and it’s crazy how much his words affect me as more desire coats my thighs.

His large hand moves to cup my chin and he stares at me like I’m his reason for living as he speaks. “You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. I can scent your need. Do you want me again?”

My tongue darts out, licking my lips, and he tracks the motion with hungry eyes.

We need him to rest, charge up, and teleport us back home and re-focus on the mission. Logically, I know all this, yet my legs apparently have a mind of their own as they spread open, and the Slayer glances down at my pussy like it’s his salvation.

Our gazes lock and he slides a hand down my body, cupping me as he leans down and takes my mouth. This is the hardest he’s ever kissed me, his mouth dominating mine as his tongue slides into my mouth at the same pace as his fingers slipping into my center.

His cock is aching and hard against my hip. I reach across my body and wrap my hand around his girth. The moan that echoes throughout our kiss has my pleasure ratcheting up another ten degrees.

Our lips part, and the rest of the world disappears. I’m not worried about anything except how good it feels to be touched by him and the enjoyment of making him feel good. There’s no fear, just unbridled physical gratification.

The Slayer looks down at where I’m touching him and his breath hitches.

“Your hand looks perfect wrapped around my cock,” he says and I moan as his fingers curl inside me, hitting the right spot. “You’re so beautiful.”

I stroke his length with more vigor and we both stare at each other.

“You’re beautiful, too,” I whisper, meaning every word. I’ve never felt this attraction to anyone in my entire life. It’s like the Slayer has turned on a switch that’s been dormant, and now I’m blazing with unfamiliar desire.

The words have him fucking into my hand, as he retakes my mouth, his fingers shifting into me at just the right angle.