Hot for Slayer (Scared Sexy Collection)

And with a smile that did not feel like a smile, he began to lick it clean of my blood.

And then I tighten my arms around him as he regains his breath, feeling the kisses he presses against my collarbone, my breasts, the soft flesh under my chin, and . . .

I start laughing. And laughing.

And laughing.

Lazlo lifts his head to glare at me. “Glad to see that you find the most meaningful moment of my life hilarious.”

“No, no, I . . . It’s not—” I try to stop chuckling, in vain. “I was just thinking, we need to commission a commemorative plaque. Put it up right there, on that wall.”

“Why?”

“Because . . . A slayer and a vampire. Doing it. It has to be a first in all of history, right?”

I hold Lazlo’s palm against my mouth, latch tightly on to the wound he created for me, just for me, and take deep, thick gulps as I climb on top of him to straddle his lap.

It’s like he’s my own prey—one I’ve hunted down and subdued and captured. One I’ve decided to keep for myself.