Gently setting Simon aside, she approached the demon and then kicked him in the face with such force he disintegrated. “That’s for trying to kill the vampire I love,” she growled, before looking down at her badly scuffed red bedazzled cowboy boots. “I always knew these were kick-ass boots.”
“That was the last of the evil Ancients,” Simon said.
“Are you sure?”
He nodded.
“Can you fly with that thing?” She pointed to Excalibur.
He took her hand in his. “I can do better than that.” With a wave of the mighty sword, they were transported back to the loft.
“I’m impressed,” she said.
“You used a transport spell with your ring.”
“Yeah, but I’m a witch and you’re—”
“In freaking love with you,” he growled. “I almost lost you.” Before she could respond, he whisked her into the huge shower. His announcement made her hands shake, so he removed her torn clothes and his own with his vamp freaky fast speed.
She welcomed the warm water washing over her, removing the stench of the demon battle. She also welcomed Simon’s hands on her breasts as he rubbed soap over her with intense tenderness. He then moved on to her arms and stomach and lower. He slid his slick fingers into her, creating a friction that had her climaxing again and again.
Excalibur remained in the shower with them. The sword shimmered in the steamy confines, resting on the tiled shower floor as Simon pulled Pru against his hardness. She cupped the tip of his erection and brushed her thumb over the moist head.
“Welcome back. I’ve missed you,” she said, running her fingers up and down his shaft.
Simon had not only recovered Excalibur; he’d also broken the curse Pru had placed on him. He didn’t seem to hold a grudge. Instead he held her steady as she knelt down and seduced him with her tongue before taking him in her mouth. His hands massaged her scalp before clenching in her hair as sounds of his pleasure were ripped from his mouth. Then he pulled her to her feet and backed her against the tiled shower wall.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and held on. He felt
Finally, the force of their joining made the walls of her vagina clench as her orgasm took over. Her spasms grew until they were a mind-blowing force, erasing everything except for wave after wave of infinitely raw ecstasy.
Digging her fingers into his shoulders, she screamed his name. He came soon after.
Pru was hazy as he turned off the shower and dried her off. He carried her past a Christmas tree with white lights, no doubt a surprise from Zoe.
Simon was Pru’s present, in all his naked magnificence. She’d seen the scars across his chest but had never asked him about them. She hadn’t wanted to pry. She still didn’t.
She didn’t realize she was tracing them with her fingertip until Simon took her hand in his.
He gently placed her on the huge bed and then joined her. Excalibur was on the foot of the black satin sheets.
“Are you afraid someone is going to steal it?” she said.
“No, it’s mine now. So are you. I won’t lose you again.” He rested his forehead against hers. “It was you. You were the tipping point,” he whispered.
When she’d first asked him to believe, Simon had dismissed her words. He’d assumed she was asking if he had a soul or a heart. Ever since he’d slaughtered those humans after he’d first been turned, he’d been undead yet dead inside. The ability to love had been lost to him when he was no longer human. So he’d long suspected the answer was no, he had no heart and no soul. Therefore the concept of a soul mate was completely alien to him.
Until he’d met Pru. She had changed everything.
Even then, he’d fought it, run from it, denied it. Until that moment on the breakwall, when he’d been too weak to battle on. He’d seen her out of the corners of his swollen eyes and finally known what it was to believe. What it was to love. What it was to have a soul mate.
It had almost been too late. But he’d grabbed for Excalibur on his way down into the frigid waters of the lake. The sword had come away easily, as if it had been in butter, not entombed in ice. With it, his power had returned tenfold.
“It was you,” he said gruffly. “It wasn’t bloody magic. Hell, maybe it was. I don’t know.”
“I thought they’d vanquished you,” she said unsteadily.
He wiped away her tears. “They almost did.” He brushed his thumb over her parted lips. “You’re the one. My soul mate. And that changed everything. Excalibur has encircled you. And you know what that means.”
She nodded. “So the legend is true?”
“That soul mates protected by Excalibur live forever? Yes, it’s true.”
“It’s what I wished for,” she whispered.
“What?”
“Never mind,” she said, kissing his scars.
As he took her into his arms once more, Simon could have sworn he saw something beside the Christmas tree–the shadowy image of Santa perhaps? No, it was Merlin and Morgan, holding hands before giving him a thumbs-up and then fading away. Simon knew his love for Pru would
Read on for an excerpt from Cat Devon’s next book
LOVE YOUR ENTITY
Coming in January 2014 from St. Martin’s Paperbacks
CHAPTER ONE
When Sierra Brennan opened the door to her new house in Chicago, she didn’t expect to find a naked man standing there. A very hot, sexy, well-built and well-hung man, looking like he was hungover. He made no attempt to cover up while she made every effort to keep her eyes on his face and not his privates.
“Thank God you’re here,” a woman wearing a corset and little else said from right beside Sexy Naked Guy. Sexy Naked Trespassing Guy. “What took you so long?”
“What do you mean what took me so long?” Sierra said.
“Who are you talking to?” Sexy Naked Guy asked. His voice was low and rough.
“Your girlfriend,” Sierra said.
“I don’t have a girlfriend,” he said.
“Look, I don’t care what your relationship is with her, but you are both trespassing so you need to leave right now. As soon as you get dressed, I mean.”
“I’m the only one here,” he said.
“Clearly that’s not true as I am here as well.” She punched 911 into her smart phone.
He moved closer and looked deep into her eyes. He had chocolate brown eyes and thick lashes. His chiseled cheekbones made his face as sexy as the rest of his chiseled body. “You don’t want to do that.”
“You really don’t want to do that,” the corseted woman said.
Sierra already knew what she didn’t want. She didn’t want to screw up her chance to inherit this house. Several others had tried and failed to fulfill the thirty-consecutive-days residency requirement. She’d only met her great-uncle Saul Brennan once yet he’d listed her in his will. Yeah, he’d listed two older cousins before her, but
