38. Adam
Adam
The Slayer’s emotional regulation is shit. He seriously needs a fucking therapist and I absolutely do not volunteer.
What he did to that other slayer was a kindness, yet in his mind he feels it was cowardice on his end. Almost like he was killing a defenseless creature.
“Is he okay?” Iris asks me softly as I release her from my arms.
“He’ll be fine. He just needs to work through his feelings.”
She sighs, taking the satchel from my hands and opening the book on the tabletop. I remove the gloves with my teeth, tossing them on the counter.
“Is there anything different about this book?” she asks me.
I lean over a safe distance to read but not touch.
“A few things are different. Of course, the signature of his name to summon him is different in all of them.”
“Wait, you know the Slayer’s true name?”
I clear my throat and nod. “That is something he’ll need to tell you himself.”
Iris doesn’t push it, accepting that answer as she closes the book and summons Scarlett to take it away somewhere safe with the others.
“What about you? Are you okay?” I ask her, instinctively grabbing her shoulder and squeezing.
She gives me a watery smile and shakes her head. I tug her into my chest, holding her close to my body. She doesn’t cry, but it’s clear that today wasn’t easy.
“You gave him what he wanted with kindness.”
“I know. It’s just a lot. It was easier to think of all these other slayers as beings who just want to kill and take what they want. His journals, all those years collecting things, it made him hard to dislike.”
I nod against her, just holding her tight, basking in the feeling of providing her comfort. We have a job to do right now—none of us will be safe until this last slayer is taken care of.
I can’t wait until we get to have a simpler life. Well, as simple as it will ever be, considering I share my body with an ancient being.
Holding Iris is simple, being there for her is easy, and as I hold her, I soak up all her warmth and comfort, too.
Having Iris in my arms makes me forget everything I might be bitter over. I don’t resent the Slayer anymore. I’m not dwelling over my circumstances, because I have her.
It’s probably not healthy, but none of this is.
Her fingertips dig into my back as she clutches on to me like I’m the thing keeping her grounded and it makes me wonder if I can be the same for her, and maybe even the Slayer.
Maybe my purpose is to hold everyone together so we don’t fall apart. I’m not sure if the Slayer consciously agrees, but I can feel it.
For the first time since he took over my body, I feel like I’m truly wanted here.
“I’ve got you,” I tell Iris.
She rests her chin on my chest, looking up at me in a way no one ever has before.
Iris looks at me like I’m worth a damn. That I’m not just some kid from the trailer park pretending to be someone I’m not.
She sees me in a way I’ve never let anyone see me before and I hope she knows that when I look at her I see everything good in the world.
That she’s given me a reason to live; that no one on this fucking planet is more kind and considerate than she is.
I want to take away her pain and make sure she’s cared for.
She might be the Slayer’s mate, but I choose her in every universe too.
“I just want one minute where I don’t have to worry about all of this shit,” Iris says.
“I can do that.”
She stands a little taller next to me as I cup the back of her neck, squeezing her warm skin, feeling her heartbeat patter against my fingertips.
“Okay?” I ask, not wanting to make her uncomfortable or cross a line she doesn’t like.
She swallows thickly, giving me these wide eyes, begging me to take it all away. I might not be good at relationships, but this, this I can do.
Her little gasp when my fingers wrap around her neck goes straight to my dick.
I can feel the Slayer at the fringes of my mind, watching, feeling, but desperately intrigued. Fuck, I think we both need this. The amount of control that’s been taken away from me, and the way Iris beautifully wants to let it all go, we are what each other needs.
She and the Slayer are inexperienced and I need to approach this delicately.
“You want me to take it all away, baby? Make you feel so good you forget everything?”
Her tongue darts out, licking her plush lip. I want to suck on it, but I need her to understand my intentions first.
She nods and I give her another slight squeeze, which has her instinctually gasping and pressing her body toward my leg, her body unconsciously begging for friction.
“Words are important. If at any moment it’s too much or if you’re unsure, I need you to communicate that with me. We’ll start slow, easy. Is there anything you know you don’t like?”
“I…I never liked anything before the Slayer and you touched me.”
The Slayer’s pleasure in my mind is desperate and wanton, yet he doesn’t take control. He wants to watch, see where this goes. Though, I don’t think I can see him being anything but delicate and pleasing with Iris. I can be the dominating force she needs.
Being needed by her, giving her something he can’t, fills me with unbridled want.
“It’s because your body knew who you belonged to, didn’t it?”
She looks up at me with lust-filled eyes. I can tell she’s surprised by herself. Iris is independent, logical, ready to help anyone who needs it. She didn’t think she would be into letting someone else be in charge.
Yet, when I look at her beautiful face, I can see her desire to be submissive to me, to let me take away all her fears and let her just bask in pleasure.
I nearly have to bend down to kiss up her throat, so I let go of her neck, grabbing her by the waist and lifting her up so I can kiss and suck on her warm flesh. Quickly, like it’s second nature, she wraps her legs around my waist. I groan as her center grinds down on my hardening dick.
My hands shift to support her ass, and I moan against her throat as I squeeze her cheeks.
“Her heart rate is exceptionally fast. Is she alright?” the Slayer interrupts and I go back to hating him at that moment.
I don’t bother answering him as Iris grips the back of my neck for support.
“The Slayer is worried your heartbeat is too fast. It’s because you want this so bad, isn’t it? You want me to fill you up and make you come so many times you can’t think anymore?”
Her breathing hitches as she pulls back to look at me.
“Here I thought you were a sweet, slightly traumatized southern gentleman,” she says, and I give her a grin.
“I’m multifaceted.”
Her hand comes up and cups my cheek, the rings on her fingers cool against my skin. She looks unsure, but still intrigued as her thumb rubs my jaw.
“I’ve never…I just don’t really know what I’m doing.”
I lean to the side, kissing her wrist.
“Let me handle everything. If there’s something you don’t like, we’ll use a color system. Green means you’re enjoying yourself, yellow is to slow down, red means stop. We’ll start simple.”
“Okay.”
I smile at her, leaning forward and taking her mouth against mine. She’s so fucking soft everywhere, and she smells like the beginning of summer or something sweeter. The Slayer’s multi-millennia obsession makes so much more sense now.
Iris is gentle with her kiss, exploratory as I take control, dominating her mouth, moving her where I want her, and finally sucking that bottom lip like I dreamed of.
Her breath hitches in delightful surrender and I can’t help but to shudder, knowing how perfectly she’ll succumb to all the unexplored ecstasy I’m about to give her.
The urge to teach her, direct her, and show her the power in submission and pleasure is fucking overwhelming. She’s so pliant, eager to please and show me she’s capable.
I carry her over to the bed, placing her down gently. Her chest rises and falls with each heavy breath as her eyes don’t leave mine, waiting for direction.
“As fucking hot as you look in this getup, we’re going to need to take it off,” I tell her, tugging at her militant cargo pants.
She looks sheepish as I take control, unbuttoning her pants and sliding them down her body. I know she’s not wearing a bra with this tight little shirt, and just push it up above her perky tits. I grab one, testing out the pressure of how she likes to be handled.
“Harder?” I ask and she lets out the sweetest little yes.
My thumbs circle over her nipples as I knead her breasts.
“Her arousal is so thick. Such a beautiful creature,” the Slayer says in my mind, and I grunt my agreement. He watches on with appreciation and fascination, and I’m not sure if it’s Iris beneath me or sharing the body, but I know this level of arousal zipping through me isn’t normal.
I watch Iris as I lean forward, licking her small peaked nipple. I test the waters as I suck the small bud between my lips, seeing how rough she wants me to touch her.
Iris gasps, her hands gripping the longer parts of my hair, bringing her chest closer to my mouth. I test the pressure, sucking harder and softer intermittently, and she seems to enjoy it all.
My hand slides down her body, my fingertips memorizing every inch of smooth skin until I reach her drenched panties. I shift them to the side, sinking the tips of two fingers into her warm, wanting pussy.
“You need me to take care of this needy, wet pussy, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she gasps out, lost in pleasure.
“Make a mess and I’ll give you everything you want.”
Her eyes widen at those words and the caress of the Slayer’s delight has me shivering as I curl my fingers inside her, flicking them against that soft flesh.
Iris gasps, her thighs shake as her eyes widen and her grip in my hair tightens.
“Oh goddess, I’m gonna—”
Her words are cut off as her tight little cunt pulses around my fingers, sucking me in deeper and a gush of well-earned release drips on to my hand and forearm.
“Good witch,” I tell her and she shivers as I keep my fingers inside her. She wiggles, trying to get me to slide them out, but I don’t, not right away.
She looks at me like she’s completely shocked and maybe slightly embarrassed by what just happened. I slip my fingers out of her, using my fingers to coat her nipple with her release before sucking it hard into my mouth again.
“That was fucking beautiful,” I tell her, climbing on top of her lithe body.
“But you need so much more, don’t you?” I ask, cupping her face with no care in the world if my fingers are still coated in her.
I want to cover her in us, make her see how perfect and sexy she is.
How I can take her pain and sadness away even for a moment with pleasure.
She swallows thickly and I bring my mouth down to hers, grinding my clothed cock against her sensitive, exposed pussy. She gasps into our kiss but doesn’t break away.
“Take my cock out,” I say against her lips and when I look at her face, I know everything I need to.
She likes this side of me, this ability to let go and let me take the reins for a moment.
Her hands slightly shake as they slide between us, unbuttoning and unzipping my pants. All the while, I grab the neckline of my shirt and toss it on to the floor.
The first time I saw the Slayer’s marks on me, I hated them. It was another way that he took something from me. But as Iris’ hungry gaze eats up every inch of my body, I decide maybe I don’t hate them so much after all.
“I uh…take a potion,” she says, giving me permission to take her bare, and it has me feeling feral.
It seems like tonight is a first for both of us, because I’ve never been with someone without some form of protection between us.
My dick is dripping pre-cum and Iris licks her lips, unsure of what to do now that she has me out and ready.
“What now?” she whispers and all I can do is smirk.
“Oh, baby. Now I’m going to wreck you.”