Epilogue

SIX MONTHS LATER

Warwick

Warwick’s Wicked Bakery looks like it needs a hazard sign out front, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. Ethan grins up at me from the register as I flip the open sign to closed. The bright blue apron with his name embroidered into the chest brings out his eyes. I smooth his floppy hair out of his face. Without his encouragement, I never would have been brave enough to open this place.

My tail wraps around his arm and pulls him closer to me. “I think we had a successful opening day, don’t you think?”

“Very successful. Everyone loves this place.” His eyes take in the place. Not one goodie left behind. “You need to make more for tomorrow. A lot more. Might need to hire some help.”

“I’m considering it. I need to figure out how much to make each day, but …”

Ethan cocks a brow and tips his head.

“I got something just for you. Come with me?” I say as I nod to the back room where I bake all the goodies.

“Something just for me?” He acts all innocent. I’ve got him all week for spring break. That’s why we chose to open this week. I figured I needed some extra help opening, but things might die down. I hope they don’t. I loved today and hope it’s like this all the time. The morning rush was exhilarating. Then came the afternoon rush and I’m glad we shut down at three. I need the rest, but first… I need Ethan.

My new demon type isn’t anything exciting. I’m a basic bitch pretty much, but I don’t care. I’m free. Ethan is free. Florence is free. My world is peachy.

With Hex under a new leadership council, things have been different. Poor Poe got nominated several times over and ended up being the winning demon. I feel for him since he’s the king of crossroads and already has a lot on his plate, but he accepted the mantle of leader. Honestly, it’s probably a good idea. Of everyone nominated, he has the most experience leading. But it is a lot more work than just dealing with crossroads demons.

Cordia got nominated for the witch side of the council, but she declined in favor of a young Belladonna witch who graciously accepted. A dragon shifter took the shifter spot, and a vampire I’ve never met took the vampire spot. There was a wildcard where they threw all the rest of the nominees in a bucket and picked one. So there’s a second shifter on the council. Since Hex is mostly shifters, it makes the most sense to me.

I beckon Ethan with my tail as he follows me to the back room. “I have something I need to test to see if it’s worth keeping in my kitchen and I need your… tongue.”

We’re in the kitchen and I set him up on the countertop so I can rummage in the drawer below him.

He takes the place in. “I love that it smells like you.”

“Or I smell like cookies, and that’s what you like.”

“Not just cookies. But pastries and brownies and donuts and?—”

I steal his words with a kiss before I walk over to my giant fridge. “Take off your pants,” I say.

And by the sounds behind me, he does just that.

“I know how fond of rose icing you are. I want you to taste my latest version before anyone else.” I turn to find him palming his naked cock. His eyes are half-lidded as he watches me saunter back to him.

“I needed to be pants-less for this?”

“Not at all, but I wanted you out of your pants so I can taste test the icing too.” I drop to my knees and lift my spatula. “This is the instrument I need to make sure lives up to my standards.”

He grins, knowing I need to do nothing of the sort. “Use me as you will, my demon.”

I scoop icing from my bowl onto the tip of the spatula and offer it to him. He takes the tiniest licks of all mankind before it’s clean.

“Best version yet.” He licks his lips.

I bring my spatula back to the bowl and dip more icing on. “I need to make sure.” I slather it on his hard cock. His breathing picks up, and he watches my every move. I love how he responses to my touch. I lick a strip along his shaft, gathering all the icing down that line. “Hmmm. I’m not sure. You don’t think it’s too sweet?” I dip my finger in the icing and offer it to him while I suck more off his cock.

He mimics on my finger what I do with my tongue and I’m panting. I free myself from the confines of my jeans and fist my cock. Jerking in time with Ethan sucking my finger and the licks of my tongue.

“I’m so close, Wick.” Ethan moans as I lave his cock with my tongue even as I’ve licked off all the icing. His hand grips my hair and I come over the side of the counter just as he spills down my throat. His thighs grip my head until he flops back to catch his breath. “Fuck.” He throws a hand over his eyes and he looks adorably wrecked. I did that. I did that to my Ethan. My perfect Ethan. “I got you an opening day present, but it’s not as good as an icing blowjob.”

“Whatever it is.” I push to my feet and bring him to me for a kiss, mingling the tastes of his spend with and the rose icing. “It’ll be amazing. I just know it.”

Ethan slides off the countertop and attempts to walk on his jellied legs to the far back room, where we have a few lockers. He comes back with a small box in his hand and he drops down to one knee.

My heart races. What’s happening?

“I’ve loved you for so long. You never questioned my dreams, and you never stopped looking for me. I hope I bring as much happiness into your life as you bring into mine.” He opens the small box to reveal a beautiful silver band with a blue stone the same color as his eyes in the middle. “Wick, my demon, will you marry me? I know we’re already bound, but I’d love to be bound to you in a human way, too. If you’re agreeable to it.”

I drop to my knees and gather him in my arms. “Yes.” My heart is near to bursting. “I’d bind myself to you in all ways possible. I’m yours now and forever.”

The End.

I hope you enjoyed Wick and Ethan’s story. I love these two so much. Don’t forget to check out the rest of the Cauldrons and Kisses books. If you need more Hex, Indiana and haven’t read Kisses at the Crossroads or The Nephilim’s Touch , check them out.