33. The Slayer
The Slayer
I’m disgusted with myself.
He got the best of me.
I was helpless at the end of that fight. Hearing Iris scream when he pulled her out of that tunnel will haunt me forever.
The only reason we got out of the situation is because my mate is so unbelievably brave and smart. I’m grateful that fate knew I would need someone more cunning than myself, but I still can’t help but to feel she shouldn’t need to be.
It’s my job to protect her, and I failed.
I teleport us to the rendezvous point. We land on the expensive hardwood floors they boasted about in the listing and I still can’t look at her.
Seeing a single mark on her might just send me into a murderous rage.
“I’ll take the shower downstairs,” I tell her, walking away, giving myself a moment to contain this fury. I can’t look at the disappointment that’s likely to be on her face.
She doesn’t call out for me and I assume she takes a shower for herself. My injury started healing the moment she ripped the stake out of me, the skin already knitted back together as I undress and stare at myself in the mirror.
I’ve become so used to this vessel, I can’t even picture myself in any of my other lives. This cycle is the only one that matters and I almost lost it all.
“This is all very melodramatic, Slayer,” Adam says and I groan, stepping into the cold shower, which he also complains about.
“I nearly died. I almost lost her to him.”
“But you didn’t. She saved herself, she saved you. Don’t you get it?”
“Get what?”
“She said she was all in Slayer and you’ve run in here to pout like a fucking baby. How do you think she feels right now?”
I bang my head lightly against the shower tile.
“You need to go show her that you’re proud of her, that you’re thankful to be here another day. You also need to make sure that she’s alright.”
The blood circles the drain as I take soap and clean the rest of myself off. Adam is right, if not annoying.
“I will take care of her.”
“Good.”
I dry my hair and wrap the towel around my waist, hoping that when Iris sees me, she isn’t full of shame over my failure.
She’s in her own towel, sitting on the bed, her eyes welled with tears.
I’ve brought her to tears with my pathetic attempt of protecting her. I fall to my knees before her and rest my hands on her towel-covered thighs.
“I’m sorry I failed you,” I say.
“What?” she replies, her tone shocked.
“You should not have had to leave the tunnel. He never should have touched you. You shouldn’t have to save me. I should be saving you.”
Iris sighs, running a hand through my wet hair.
“That isn’t how this works, Slayer.”
Her nails feel nice running along my scalp and I timidly put my head down on her lap. She doesn’t stop touching me, and she smells like soap. The musk of the prison and everything that happened there has been washed away.
I nuzzle against her lap, needing her comfort. I’m greedy and unworthy of it, but I soak it up all the same.
“We’re in this together. When I saw you couldn’t get that stake out, I’ve never been more scared in my life.”
My head pops up, my chin resting on her thigh as I look at her glassy, beautiful brown eyes.
“What?”
She puts a hand over her heart. “I feel it, okay? The mate connection, but above that I don’t like the idea of you getting hurt regardless of being my mate.”
She truly cares for me?
Her pupils dilate for a moment as she looks at my bare chest, and then her gaze moves to examine my face. Her sweet scent rises and though I’ve never truly confirmed it, I know what it is.
My mate needs me.
She might not consider me a failure, but I do, and I need to wash that all away.
The only issue is…I’m not sure how to bring my mate pleasure.
We’re staring at each other, her delicate smell wafting off her as both of our hearts pound in our chests. I notice a few scratches on her skin and, without thinking, I lean forward and kiss them.
Kissing I enjoy, I mastered that quickly. The rest is what I’m unsure of.
In all the movies Scarlett has shown me, sheets or interesting angles cover the couples when they’re supposedly intimate.
Iris’ breath hitches in the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.
She cradles the back of my head, not pushing me away as I kiss up and down her leg, hoping this brings her some satisfaction.
Then my mate does the most unbelievable thing. She parts her towel, displaying her entire naked body for me and I nearly combust.
My cock is aching in a way I’ve never felt before, my balls heavy with need and I—
With a jolt, release spills out of my shaft as I rest my head against my mate’s exposed thigh.
Iris gasps, but doesn’t cover herself; meanwhile Adam berates me in my head.
“Seriously, Slayer. She didn’t even touch us.”
I pant, looking up at Iris, who’s just giving me a warm smile.
“I don’t know what to do.” I’m not sure if I’m saying it to her or to Adam, but it’s Adam who replies first.
“Part her thighs and kiss your way up to her pussy.”
I moan at the word, and do as he says, parting her legs, kissing up her toned, lovely thighs.
My eyes lock in on her pussy and it glistens as I swipe my nose over her mound.
She has a strip of hair there while the rest is bare.
With a deep inhale, I realize this is where all the arousal is coming from and I want to taste it.
Iris gasps, holding on to my hair where I kneel before her. I don’t worry about the mess I made, but my cock still hasn’t gone down.
I kiss her glistening center, and her grip on my hair tightens as her breath hitches.
Am I doing this right?
“Swipe our tongue along her slit,” Adam directs and I do as he says, swiping my tongue through her sweetness.
Soft little wisps of pleasure pour out of her mouth and I moan against her soft flesh. I’m pleasing my mate and I’m not sure there’s ever been a greater sensation in all my cycles.
“Suck on that small bud right there.”
I wrap my lips around the delicate little spot above her entrance and suck. Iris gasps, nearly pulling on my hair. The pain has my cock twitching with need as she moans.
She grinds her hips, rubbing herself harder against my face.
“Right there. That feels so good. Don’t stop,” Iris whimpers out, and it revitalizes my efforts.
I could spend all my days on my knees before her, bringing her pleasure, and every torturous cycle would have been worth it.
“Use her wetness with one finger and slowly push it inside her.” I do as he says. I realize he can feel every sensation too, and perhaps I don’t mind, especially not when he’s actually being useful. “That’s it, curl it inside her. She’s so fucking tight.”
He’s right, she is. Her warm pussy grips my finger, sucking me in like it’s where I belong. I can’t help but to glance up at her while keeping my mouth on her.
She’s radiant.
Sweat glistens against her warm brown skin, giving it a near sparkle as she tosses her head back. The long twisted strands fall behind her as her lips part in satisfaction. I don’t even think as my hand slides up her body and cups one of her small breasts.
I groan against her as I knead the flesh. Something about them is unbelievably enticing. I want to suck on them too and wonder if they’re as sensitive as the sweet delicate flesh of her pussy.
“Stay focused.” Adam directs my attention back to what my mouth and hands need to be doing. “Slide in another finger.”
When I do, Iris moans, her fingers falling out of my hair, as she collapses onto the bed, her breasts bouncing with the motion. They rise and fall with every panted breath she takes.
She feels so warm and right around my fingers and I can’t even fathom anything that could ever feel better than this.
There’s amusement from Adam, but he doesn’t say anything.
“I’m so close,” Iris rasps the words out.
My length twitches, weeping from the tip, and there’s a chance that I might spill all over myself again if I give my mate everything she needs.
“Curl your fingers gently inside her against that soft spot while…yeah. See the way her back arches when you suck right there?”
Her back arches as I follow his direction. Her release floods my tongue and I know I’ll never have enough.
“Wrap your fist around our cock and stroke while you make her come.”
I don’t hesitate, groaning at the sensation. This is easier. Stroking my fist around my length feels natural as I continue doing everything that Iris likes.
Her thighs tighten around my face and I moan at the feeling of her trapping me against her. She enjoys having me here. Her hips begin frantically grinding against my mouth and I grip myself tighter.
When she whispers “Slayer” in the throes of pleasure, I spill all over my hand, moaning against her as undiluted pleasure zips down my spine.
Iris moans loudly into the air, her fingers gripping the sheets as her pussy pulsates around my fingers and her thighs quake around my face.
I don’t stop as she writhes against my face. Until suddenly her thighs release me and she’s whimpering, pushing my head away from her.
When I don’t listen she pleads.
“Please. It’s—” She’s caught off by a moan, and then this time she pushes harder against my forehead. “Slayer, stop.”
I pull away, sitting back on my knees. My fingers are still inside her as I look at her for more direction.
“That was.” She lets out a puff of air. “You made me come and now I need a moment, okay?”
“I pleased you?”
She gives me what must be the warmest smile she’s ever given me. “Yes, you’ve pleased me.”
I slip my fingers out of her, mystified by the glistening release coating my fingers. Without even thinking about it, I slide them into my mouth, having one last sweet taste of my Iris.
Her wide eyes take in my actions and her heartbeat has not slowed since I first started tasting her. It’s worrisome.
“Is your heart okay? It’s beating too fast. This can not be safe,” I say with concern, standing up, which makes things worse. Her heart beats even faster as she glances down at my softening cock. “It grows larger, I promise,” I tell her, worried it does not satisfy her.
She blinks at me rapidly, shaking her head, looking back up to my face.
“That is definitely not what I’m worried about. I just…I need a moment,” she says, grabbing her towel and covering up her perfect body.
“What have I done wrong? I will learn and do better.”
Iris lets out a small laugh and shakes her head. “That’s not it at all. Grab your towel, come, lie on the bed with me.”
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.