Cat Devon: The Entity Who Came for Christmas

Nooooo! Her scream was silent as she couldn’t speak because the demon strangling her continued his pressure. Her throat was closing up and she was about to black out. Simon was gone. Her heart was broken. She wanted to destroy those who had destroyed Simon, but she was losing consciousness.

She closed her eyes and remembered Simon as she’d first met him, standing outside the hotel in London, bumping into her and smiling that endearing smile of his. Had she fallen for him then and there? Yes. He was the one. The only one for her.

Swirls of red filled her mind. Her eyes fluttered open one last time … to see Simon!

Was he real or was she imagining him? Bellowing what sounded like a battle cry, he stood with Excalibur in hand, slaying Ancients as if they were ants.

He turned into a demon-slaying machine, slicing and dicing his way through them all with ruthless precision and power. Demon body parts went flying as they disintegrated or burst into flames. She was afraid to watch yet afraid to turn away.

The battle was soon over.

Dropping to his knees, Simon cradled Pru in his left arm. He kept Excalibur in his right hand as he kept a vigilant guard for more trouble.

“How…?” she croaked, unable to say more.

“Let’s get out of here.” He helped her stand and held her close. The demons had torn his trench coat and sweater to shreds and his wounds were still healing. His clothing and hair were wet from his being thrown into the water. Yet he’d never looked better to her.

She felt the press of the flat side of the sword as he placed Excalibur behind the small of her back and tugged her close. The power of the legendary weapon dating back to Camelot enveloped her. She was rejuvenated.

Her throat healed and her strength returned.

She felt Simon tense, ready to do battle again as one remaining demon raggedly crawled up from the rocks. Putting her arm on Simon’s hand, she told him, “I’ve got this.”

“Are you sure?” He remained poised with lethal intent.

She nodded, feeling the need to confront her fears. “I have to do this.” Otherwise she’d have nightmares of how she hadn’t been able to fight fiercely enough. Besides, she sensed that this final demon had little fight left in him. His movements were feeble, but that could be an act. She was afraid, yes, but had a newfound sense of power that gave her the courage to make a statement. That power had come from the legendary sword, but there was no time now to think about the magical abilities of Excalibur.

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 sooooo good as he slid inside her with one powerful thrust, filling her completely. He went on to create pure rapture with each additional thrust. Her pleasure built … and built … until it was insanely wild.

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 never fade. He and Pru would be together forever thanks to Excalibur’s legendary magic.