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“But I do wonder if Hades might do one other favor?”

“What?” Simeon sat up in his plush leather seat, his pale face tight with sudden worry.

“Do you think he’d be your best man? Hedidpush us together. I thought you might ask Jakob Minegold, but it just occurred to me that maybe he could walk me down the aisle instead?” Emily said aloud, a hesitant question in her voice.

“I think it ought to be the other way around. Hades can walk you down the aisle so he can make bad dad jokes during the reception as the father of the bride—even though he’ll only be able to stay for a few minutes before he’ll have to go off to sort out an underworld traffic jam or something.”

Emily gave a deep, contented sigh. “Either way, it’ll probably work out.”

“Abso-bloody-lutely!” Simeon vowed. “As long as we’re together, it’ll work out. No, even if we’re apart, it’ll work out. Like Hades and Persephone, Huntress. I swear, I will always love you, always find you. Never leave you—until not even death does us part.”

Emily curled her fingers around his and squeezed. “I agree to your terms, vampire,” she teased in a voice full of happy tears.

Simeon chuckled and leaned over, lips brushing her shoulder. “Truce.”

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Epilogue

Halloween, 2025

“That was some party, wasn’t it?” I sink into her, unable to hold back anymore. I’ve been good all night, even though she was dressed to seduce, wearing some black leather number that made her look like sex on legs. Sex in thigh-high hooker boots, to be more accurate.

I have the best wife in the world. She supports my work. I went as one of the filthy bad boy billionaires from the books I narrate, and she went as the sexy bodyguard I’m in love with.

All night, I had to watch her move like greased sin, and the second we got back to the little basement flat we live in (mine), I peeled her out of those clothes.

Now, she’s bucking under me, red seams on her skin needing to be kissed as I make love to her and thank her for wearing that gorgeous-too-tight outfit.

“My feet hurt—but this is the first Halloween I’ve ever enjoyed in my entire life.”

“Is it really?”

“Well, last year’s was wonderful, but I remember we made it home, told everyone we had survived and they were safe—and then I think we slept until noon on November First.”

“Second,” I correct. “I’m glad you got to enjoy this one.”

Em nods her head, eyes glowing with joy. “It wassonice! I thought... Well, I don’t know what I thought would happen at aHalloween party filled with supernatural folks, but it was a blast! And so stress-free.”

She’s still not used to life in Pine Ridge. The stress is usually handled as a team. For my sweet, sad little lovebird who was always alone, it’s a welcome change that I intend to make sure she keeps enjoying.

As soon as my altruistic brain returns. Right now, all I can think about is the way her velvety insides gushed around me, her wetness telling me she’d been wanting me for hours, just as much as I wanted her.

After we groan as one, Emmy pants, “I felt bad, though.”

“I’ll burn the damn boots.”

“Not the shoes! No, those eclairs? The candy bags? The cupcakes, and the charcuterie board, and that brisket slider? I had so many treats, and you didn’t— Oh.”

I look at my wife, eyes slowly filling with a reddish hue that used to make her look at me in disgust, that would make the palm of her staking hand itchy. “I want the treat I’ve been asking for all year, Emily.”

“You never...”

“I asked on our wedding night. Every night. I just don’t use words, but you have to know how much I want my own personal ambrosia. Nothing Hades and Persephone sip on their anniversary will taste as beautiful as you do to me.”

“That’s sweet, honey. But... N-no.” Emily’s tight, wet heat parts around me, and we both shudder. My room-temperature cock feels cold to her, and she scalds me with her hot silky channel.

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