Page 80 of The Slayer Seduction

What weapon could possibly be stronger than a stake being hurled at ninety miles per hour into someone’s heart?

“Like a gun?” She interrupts my thoughts and I scoff.

“No slayer worth his salt would ever use a human weapon like that. They’re worthless with vampires, the bullets too small to truly pierce their heart. Crossbows with stakes work, but it’s counterproductive since I can throw faster anyway,” I tell her with a shrug.

“But he’s not a vampire,” she corrects, and I nod.

“Stakes are what I know. I’ll protect you, Iris.”

I don’t want her thinking she isn’t safe with me. I hate that she’s so worried, and even if I have my own fears, I’ll be the strong one for both of us.

“We know what we’re getting into now. We’re not going empty-handed and we’re more alert. I promise I won’t ever let anything happen to you.”

I hug her and Scarlett so tight that I think the fox might bite me, but she blessedly doesn’t. I kiss the side of Iris’ head and she smells of different herbs and plants she used for her potions today.

“Tell her we’re all in this together,” Adam says.

With a heavy sigh, I relay his message and it just makes Iris melt into me further. I can’t deny that the man has some good advice sometimes.

Especially when it comes to tasting my sweet Iris’ cunt.

“Do not tell her that part,” Adam scolds, and I groan.

I think Iris would like to be reminded of how great she tastes, but I suppose right now is not the time or place. We have a big day tomorrow and we need rest. With no strain, I pick Iris and Scarlett up, carrying them over to the bed.

Gently, I place her against the sheets and look down at her.

“Can I sleep on the bed?”

She nods, and I remove my shirt and pants, leaving on my underwear as I climb into the bed with her.

Scarlett is too excited to contain her little body as she wiggles and zips around the bed. I take my place at Iris’ back and curl around her smaller frame. The fox finally settles down, circling a few times before finding the perfect spot next to Iris.

My whole world is on this bed, and it feels like a heavy responsibility. In all my cycles, I ached and yearned to find my mate, but I didn’t truly understand the weight of it. To love someone is to wear your heart outside your body along with learning selflessness.

I hold her tightly, wishing I could express every emotion I’m trying to navigate; instead I press a kiss against her shoulder.

“Sleep well, my Iris.”

She squeezes my arm, and I wait and watch as she falls into a deep sleep.

We will kill the slayers and destroy any chance of them coming back. I must protect my mate at any cost.

Iris wears the most militant clothes I’ve ever seen her in, and it does nothing but make my cock hard as I adjust my utility belt with stakes. Her pierced navel shows under the body clinging top, meanwhile her dark green pants have endless pockets holding different potions and back-up materials needed.

This slayer is the one from the alley that one night and thinking about it quickly erases all feelings of arousal.

“Alright. We have members of the Luxe coven ready in Texas, just in case. Slayer, do you remember the house coordinates they gave?” Violet asks, and I give her a sharp nod.

“Are you sure you don’t want us to come?” Ember asks and Iris gives her a quick smile.

“I promise we’ll be careful. If we need anything, I’ll let you know.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to involve your grandmother?” Violet questions Iris and I look at my witch. Is there a reason she hasn’t properly introduced me to her family, and am I the reason she isn’t involving her?

“She’s done so much to protect me and it’s my turn to do the same,” Iris replies, and Violet takes her answer for what it is.

“I do think you should update her, though. I ran into her yesterday and she said she was giving you space with your house guest but wanted to know how you were doing.”