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I sucked in a deep breath and nodded. I’d never been so happy about someone’s death in my life.
“He’s how we know how to turn slayers into vampires, and why we’re offering that choice to you.”
“I see.” I grazed my fingers over his knuckles, our hands still twined together on the tabletop, as I chose my next words carefully. “I’m not excusing what that slayer did at all, but do you think he was looking for a way to escape Paul?”
Jacek’s expression turned thoughtful. “I suppose it’s possible. He lasted over two hundred fifty years instead of the usual slayer lifespan of dying before twenty-one.”
Which meant he’d survived Paul. But there was only one way to do that, at least that I knew of.
And so the slayer shall seek solace with the devil. Then, and only then, will she live, hell’s rules notwithstanding. For otherwise, she will not survive past the year one and twenty.
That was a passage I’d memorized from one of Eddie’s books. So had Roseff sought solace with the devil? I was guessing he hadn’t had to marry the devil, so what kind of solace was given? But then why did Roseff experiment with immortality and vampirism?
In the end, it hadn’t mattered because he didn’t survive Jacek. Even as an immortal, death could still catch up to you. I proved that every night I went patrolling. Becoming a vampire seemed like a short-term solution in the whole Paul scenario. Sure, maybe it would help me escape him, but was that what I wanted to do?Justescape? Or did I want to give Paul a beat-down to end all beatdowns for picking on slayers for hundreds, if not thousands, of years? Not saying I could, but what if? Then no other slayer after me would ever have to go through this nightmare of trying to survive him.
“I don’t know, Jacek,” I said. “What if becoming a vampire was part of what pushed Roseff over the edge?”
“He was long over the edge before that. But the offer of immortality stands indefinitely.” A heart-stopping grin lit up his ochre eyes. “No need to make any decisions today beyond pie or more pie if you don’t want to.”
“No more pie.” I pushed my empty plate away with a shake of my head. “Have you seen where I’ve been putting it all lately?”
“As a matter of fact...I have.” He winked. “You wear pie like nobody’s business.”
I laughed, wrapping my other hand over our already entwined ones. “I like this. Just sitting with you and listening and watching you wink at me.” I snorted softly at how strange that sounded, but it was true.
I could tell the three of them anything without even having to think about it, which was so freeing, so...exactly what I needed. With Mom, it had almost been that way, except for the whole slayer thing, which was an astronomical part of my life. Not telling her had killed me, but I literally couldn’t say a word about it. But with my vamps, everything was easy.
“I like it too.” He pulled me to my feet by our clasped hands. “But I also like whooping your sweet ass.”
The way he was looking at me, exactly the way I imagined I looked at pie, made me sway on my feet. “Whooping or whipping?”
He threw back his head in a laugh. “You play your cards right and there could be both.”
“Nope,” I said. “I play my cards right, andI’llbe the one doing both.”
“Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo. Challenge accepted.” He squeezed my hands as he jerked his head toward the living room. “How do you feel about a little target practice?”
“My aim is already excellent.” I leaned in for a quick kiss with the intent to prove my lip accuracy, but then he wrapped his arms around me, holding me flush against his body.
His fist knotted at the back of my head. His eyes blazed red as he dragged my mouth to his again, this time in a long, searing kiss. My blood thrummed underneath my skin, pulsing a sharp ache between my thighs. I ground my hips into his, my whole body seeking release, seeking his hard cock pressing against his athletic pants, seekingall of him.
His tongue lavished my mouth while his hand cupped my ass so he could grind against me too. He sank into his chair again, pulling me on top of him so I straddled his lap. The perfect position to work myself into a frenzy even though I was still fully clothed. Didn’t seem to matter to my body. I writhed against him, moaning at the feel of my own drenched panties rubbing against my slick pussy, and the rock-hard length of him.
He stopped his devouring of my lips long enough to rid me of myDuck Talesshirt. Then, with a single flick of his wrists, he shredded my sports bra into two halves that slipped down my shoulders and to the floor. My breasts bounced free right at the level of his mouth, and he took in a nipple, his tongue bathing the tight, aching nub so.Good.
I threw my head back with a moan, my fingers raking through his hair to hold him there. While he worked each breast with his tongue and more than a little fang, he sank one hand down the front of my yoga pants and panties to see just how wet I was for him.
“Fuck, Slayer.” He slid two fingers up inside me, and I rode them even harder than I’d been riding his hips. “I need you wrapped around my dick right fucking now.”
We separated long enough to rid ourselves of the rest of our pesky clothes, and then I lunged at him, my entire body quivering, as I hovered over the steel column of his cock. I watched his face as I lowered myself onto him, studying how his lips parted in ecstasy, how the tendons in his neck grew taut as I inched even lower, how his red eyes fired up my heart as he watched me right back. He was stunning.
He was also a sexual machine.
Even though I was on top, he was the one fucking me. His pelvis pumped up into mine as his strong arms crushed me to him. I matched his pace, grinding against him and pressing my breasts against the cool expanse of his chest. He swallowed my moans with his deep kisses, his fingers undoing the bun in my hair so my wild curls tumbled over my bare shoulders.
The way he held me, kissed me, as if I were the very blood he craved, pounded my heart faster against my ribs, hard enough that he had to feel it pressed up as close as we were. And I wanted him to feel it. I wanted him to feel my utter amazement of him at his strength and passion and humor and beauty. It poured out of me in warm waves, and it slowed our pace to languid, sexy thrusts. He pulled away from my mouth, and his eyes snapped open to reveal two rings of molten fire around his pupils.
“I can’t get enough of you, Slayer,” he murmured against my lips.
