Epilogue

Three Years Later

Rhett

"Flammae," I whispered to the stovetop, lighting it with magic since my hands were busy. Laying the bacon in the pan, I called out over my shoulder, "Breakfast will be ready in five minutes."

"Need any help?" Jakob replied from closer than I'd expected and chuckled, kissing me on top of the head before washing his hands.

"I've got it, but you can get the plates and such out."

He grabbed them from the cabinet and leaned his large frame against the counter. I tried to ignore how sexy he was to focus on frying the bacon and serving up the eggs. I was dressed in nothing but one of his large flannel shirts, half-buttoned up, while he only had a pair of sweats on—a very sexy sight.

"You can make flame appear out of thin air, but can't tell when I've walked into the room?"

"It's not really out of thin air," I started to explain, but I was still learning myself.

Three years after I'd first read the witch's book of spells and removed her as evilness from the world, I had mastered a handful of recipes, in addition to the phrases I didn't think would cause harm.

You only have to light a chair on fire once for it to make you more conscientious.

The two of us moved around the kitchen in a now-familiar dance until we were seated and eating in companionable silence. We'd moved to the bigger cabin after Helga was sentenced to life in prison, for the human trafficking of Hansel and I, as well as the suspected poisoning of our father. Which was also around the same time Holzhauer hired me to do the receptionist job she had abandoned.

Jakob's boss was apologetic about his part, which had only been distracting his employee because Helga had told him Jakob was preying on me. Mr. Holzhauer saw that I wasn't the child he remembered and even helped make sure Hansel got off to college by giving us time off work to travel with him.

Hansel was doing well at the University of Heidelberg. He was a month away from a Bachelor's Degree in Sociology, and weighing graduate school. Whenever he needed anything, Jakob and I would make a trip to another country to sell one of the jewels or gold coins. We were careful never to go to the same place twice, and our incomes covered our own expenses.

With one exception.

"Everything ready for our trip?" Jakob asked as he polished off his plate.

We were doing a month of traveling to Hungary, Romania and Bulgaria to meet with some witches who could help me understand how to use Brunhilde's spell book responsibly. Internet research could only do so much, and I'd learned there were not many witches left in Germany. The witch trials had killed off hundreds of them years before, and Brunhilde only survived by adapting to the worst parts of human society.

"Yep, tickets purchased and rooms booked. And we'll head from Bucharest to Heidelberg for Hansel's graduation."

Jakob stood and took my empty plate to the sink. I'd finally accepted that we could take care of chores equally, though it took a long time of Jakob showing me through his actions. I wasn't too thin or afraid to have seconds anymore, and Jakob seemed to appreciate my newly soft body.

"So, we have nothing else to fill our day besides packing?" Jakob asked with an undertone I recognized.

"No, and I've already done most of the packing, besides toiletries." I stood and walked to stand behind him, wrapping my arms around his belly and pressing my body against his. "What did you have in mind?"

"Hmmm…" Jakob turned off the water and dried his hands before turning and lifting me.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and he set me on the counter beside the sink. His hands moved to the buttons on my shirt while my feet pushed at the waistband on his sweats, revealing the tip of his hardening dick.

"I think you know what I have in mind."

"I might." My breath caught when he licked and nipped at the column of my throat.

Ever since I'd started taking testosterone more often, my libido had gotten insatiable. I was thankful Jakob was on the same page, even years into our relationship. Hansel said we fucked like rabbits, but he had also taken to staying in the now- unoccupied smaller cabin when he visited. I wasn't going to apologize, since he had a new girlfriend every few months.

"I want to fuck you right here," Jakob growled as he bared my body but left the shirtsleeves on. "Don't even need to move," he added, letting me push his pants down below his ass so his dick could rub against me. "You still lubed from last night?"

"Yesss," I hissed out when he scooted me forward with one meaty hand and rubbed at my wet hole with one thumb. "Take me here."

Jakob worked his thumb inside of me to make sure I was ready, but quickly removed it to spear me with his thick cock. "Fuck you feel amazing. Can't go a day without getting inside of this sexy body."

"I love your dirty talk." I bit at Jakob's lip and tightened my arms around his neck so he could glide me up and down his length with little effort. "I love you."

"I love you so much, Rhett." Jakob punctuated his words with hard, deep thrusts, reaching between our bodies to help push me over the edge. "It's like you put a spell on me."

"No spell," I panted, feeling my impending orgasm. "Just a tight ass," I teased as I felt myself tightening around his length.

All sound and light blanked out for a few seconds as the pleasure washed over me, making me come so hard I went still in Jakob's arms. He pushed past my resistance and groaned out his release, filling me up the way I craved.

We shivered and shook in each other's arms, coming down from the high with gentle kisses and secret smiles. No, I didn't need a spell to make Jakob love me. We fit so perfectly I could only believe he was made for me.

"My witch." Jakob's voice echoed my thoughts.

"Yours, woodcutter."

THE END