Two months later

Devin

The sun sets on the sixtieth day of life without a Watcher, and my eyes open to see the long red waves I love so intensely. I love the rest of Willow’s body too, but that hair is something special. She’s like the little mermaid or something, except she can’t sing to save her life. Scooting her ass back against me, she squirms and lets out a soft sigh. Fuck yes. In seconds, I’m sinking into her slick heat and moving slowly, back and forth, making us both moan.

“I love you, Willow,” I murmur against her shoulder.

“I … I … Oh God, I love you too.”

“We’ve been over this before, Angel. My name is Devin.”

She giggles and kicks her hips backward, sliding me deeper inside her. Never mind, she can call me whatever the fuck she wants as long as she keeps letting me make love to her. I thrust lazily, wanting to draw it out as much as I want to chase my release. But before long, she’s clutching the sheets and calling my name, begging me to bite her. My fangs graze her shoulder before sinking into the most tender part of her neck, and I drink deep. Riding the pulse of her pussy around my cock as we come apart for each other.

As we both slip down from our orgasms, a satisfied sigh escapes me. “I fucking love waking up like this.”

“Me too.” She sits up, then walks naked across our bedroom, her perfect ass on display as she grabs her robe. She turns her head and glances at me over her shoulder “So, now that we’re not fighting the minions of hell, what should we do with the rest of our lives?”

I hadn’t really planned on doing this naked, but I doubt there will ever be a better opening than that. “We could get married.”

She laughs. “Yeah, I guess we could do that. I was thinking more … short-term.”

The woman thinks I’m kidding. My inner caveman is ready to grab her by the hair and pull her to the altar. “I’m serious, Willow. I think we should get married.”

“But … we’re vampires.”

“And?”

“And … can we even legally do that?”

Now it’s my turn to laugh. “Yeah, I think we can.”

“Who would care if we got married or not?”

I stand, slipping a pair of boxer briefs over my nakedness, and close the distance between us, pulling her to me. “I care. I want you to be mine in every fucking way possible. I want your body, your heart, your soul. You.”

“Really?”

I can’t help but chuckle. I threw myself on a stake for this woman, and she doubts me? “Really. Marry me, Willow.”

A smile spreads across that delectable mouth of hers, making her eyes shine. “Okay. Why not?”

I pull her close, planting a searing kiss on her lips as she grips my hair and tugs. Breaking our kiss, I hold her against me, taking in the scent of her. “When do you want to do it?”

Her brow furrows, and suddenly, my confidence evaporates.

“What?” I ask, almost not wanting to hear her answer.

“You mentioned my soul.”

“What about it?”

“Did you know that I still have it? That’s what Azazel told me.”

Shock radiates through me. “He must’ve been lying.”

Shaking her head, she takes my hand and presses it to her heart. “No. I feel it. Inside. I’m not missing any part of me.”

“But …”

“That’s not all. Devin, you’ve been different since Sariel left. At first, I thought it was because of him moving on, but I think it’s more. I think you have your soul too.”

I want to laugh. That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. But then I stop, take note of everything I’m feeling, everything I’ve been feeling for the last two months. “Something is … different.”

Taking my face in her hands, she stares deep into my eyes. “It’s your soul. I can see it.”

Letting my eyes shut, I tip my face toward Heaven and let myself believe her. If she’s right, then I’m whole. Was what I’d dismissed as transitioning from having a Watcher to being alone really more than that? I can’t bring myself to hope. I link her fingers with mine and refuse to meet her gaze, not wanting her to be disappointed in me.

“My soul has been languishing in purgatory since I was made a vampire, Willow. What you see isn’t my soul, it’s what you do to me. You make me whole. I don’t need anything else.”

Kissing me, she sighs and steps back. “You’re wrong. But I’ll let you figure it out on your own. In the meantime, fiancé, I’m going to take a shower. Want to join me?”

The look in her eyes takes me from everything else as she backs away, barely holding the robe closed and flashing a generous helping of thigh. “Fuck, yes. Are you sure you don’t want me to dirty you up a bit more before we get clean?”

She bites her lip and dashes past me, calling over her shoulder, “Only if you can catch me.”

I’m on her in the blink of an eye, pushing her to her back on the cool leather of the couch. I don’t think I’ll ever stop wanting her.

“Oh, Devin, I love you.”

My cock is hard and aching even though I’ve just had her. “I love you too.”

Spreading her legs, I position myself, ready to press inside. A loud crack sends us both scrambling as we stare at the front door, now hanging off its hinges. Sariel stands in the doorway, battered, bloody, and breathing heavily.

“Sariel? What the fuck?” My words are mixed with anger and concern.

He drops to his knees, head in his hands. “I need your help.”