It would have never occurred to me to negotiate with george. My plan once I saw him was more along the lines of beg for my life or run screaming.”
I pshawed, playing it off as I explained my logic. “What’s the point of being a god without worshippers?”
“Speaking of worshipping.” Kane tossed me over his shoulder. Like literally swept me off my feet and carried me upstairs to the sound of Winnie whistling, “You get some, Mom.”
“What are you doing?” I squealed.
“Taking you upstairs for seduction.”
If I wasn’t upside down, I would have taken him right then and there. But instead, I was bounced on the bed where he tossed me.
As he approached, his hands weaved, and my clothes disappeared. Left, right. Leaving me naked and exposed. I couldn’t help but cover myself. But he grabbed my hands and tugged them away.
“Never hide from me.”
He then stripped and showed me a body that had also seen life. Scars that I’d one day know the story about.
But I saw strength in him too. Virility. And most of all, love. When his body covered mine, I welcomed it. I kissed him, and I didn’t need him inside me to have my first mini orgasm. He felt me quiver and growled.
“Wait for me.”
My legs parted, and he slid between them, hard and hot, thick and ready. He thrust into me, and I clung to him, feeling my pleasure coiling, a scalding cold that met his spinning hot.
We exploded together hard enough the house shook.
He held me as we came down off our cloud, and I traced symbols on his chest.
I had to ask, “What happens next?”
“Anything you want,” was his whisper.
“Anything?” I drew him closer. “I kind of want ice cream.”
Epilogue
Introducing a wild magic to the world, one very different from that already present, started a chain reaction, and no surprise, things didn’t end up as expected. Yes, I had kind of brought a new god into the world, but in order to keep him strong, I had to leave the door in the lake open. I soon realized george wasn’t the only thing that got out, which didn’t please our god at all, especially since the last time it happened, my ancestors suddenly found themselves brimming with the power needed to slam the door shut and cut off the source.
Which answered the question of how my family became witches.
Because I could do it again, george played nice.
God killer and god maker. Kind of a lofty title, but did I get any respect from my boyfriend?
Kane snuck up behind me and grabbed my ass. He also kissed my neck, and if I wasn’t worried I’d burn the taco meat, I would have turned around and made use of the kitchen island for something other than chopping vegetables.
“I love taco Tuesday,” he growled into my skin. My big powerful warlock, putty in my hands because of seasoned meat.
“You only stick around because of my cooking,” I teased. I no longer questioned why this man could love me, because, funny thing, he worried about my ability to love him. He claimed that since I was second only to a god that he wasn’t good enough for me. Which led to oral sex until I screamed he was a god.
“You know the cooking is the only reason I stay,” he agreed, giving my skin a nibble. I sighed and leaned into his embrace.
“And here I was going to say I only keep you around for the sex.”
“It is very good sex,” he agreed, and I laughed.
“The news today mentioned something about dragons appearing in the Andes,” I said, remembering the tidbit I’d seen.
He stilled. “How did it escape without us seeing it?”
We’d been tracking the things coming out of the lake, like Maddy number two. I’d already formed a bond with the baby lake monster. I couldn’t wait to show Kane the tricks it could do.
I didn’t mention some of the leakage was my fault. I’d told george that the world could use more fantasy instead of reality. I think the god took that to mean dragons and unicorns. What was next? A ring to bind them? A kitchen boy with a pig? A tomb raider with the best hair?
Maybe it would be me. Who said my journey was done. After all, I wasn’t even close to halfway there with all the things I wanted to do. I was on my way to having the best happily ever after, so long as I didn’t stop believing.
Despite the odds, I found the magic in the heart of me and changed the world.
Naomi finally got the happily ever after she deserved. But for some reason, my mind kept churning… And it came up with an unfortunate, epic, and oh so twisted ending for those who think it’s too neat and tidy. Want to see how evil my mind can get? For the alternate ending, visit, my website at: EveLanglais.com/wordpress/pwf3
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