“I like that,” I murmured. “And as my minion, I also expect coffee, one sugar and two creams, just so you know.
He chuckled, his chest rumbling under my cushioned cheek and I smiled.
“I wonder what stupid name ended up winning,” I said, thanking Satan my contract with the reality show couldn’t force me to keep the name the audience chose. Imagine being stuck with the name Soul Slut. Especially since, I was a one-man woman now. And if Drake even thought about not being a one woman man he’d be opening himself up to a whole truckload of pain.
“I’ve got a name for you,” he announced suddenly.
“Let’s hear it.” Although I had to admit, now that he’d bitten me, the title of mate kind of struck my fancy.
He tugged me on top of him and I looked down at his handsomely rugged face. His eyes glowed in a way I’d come to recognize he only did around me, and his lips curved into the dimpled smile I loved so much. “I think your super hero name should be Wife.
And as your partner, my title will be Husband. What do you say?” My throat did not close up when I whispered “That sounds perfect.” And it wasn’t tears which made my eyes water. Okay, I’m lying. What can I say? Love does strange things even to a tough ass half demon like me. Sure, he’d bitten me and all, made me his mate, but marriage, we were talking about public commitment, and a chance to go shopping for the wickedest wedding dress ever. Ohh, and let’s not forget the shoes.
Epilogue
Last Sidekick Standing was a resounding success according to the polls and, even more surprising, they unanimously agreed my new title of Wife suited me perfectly—the single females seemed especially happy to crown me with that shackling title. But I didn’t mind, I had Drake and I loved to flaunt him.
To think, I’d started my quest looking for a minion to complement me and instead I’d found a lover and husband, even if the word husband still made me giggle. But in the end the whole fiasco had paid off, especially the sex video of me and Drake before the cameras got turned off. We’d be coasting off those sales for years.
As for Medusa, the bitch who started the whole attempts on my life thing, she was currently serving time for a host of crimes including freeing that nasty Albert among other things—Satan was most displeased with her. I sent flowers every week to her jail cell where she only got let out to clean latrines as part of her punishment. What could I say, if it hadn’t been for her jealousy and attacks on my life, I might never have given Drake the chance to show me love wasn’t just a bad word.
Life was just about perfect, or would be if Drake would wear the tights and body suit I’d gotten for him in his role as my partner for our soul hunting job. But he hadn’t lost his stubborn streak, so while I dressed to the nines in various leather outfits, bustiers and heels, he stuck to his low hipped jeans with no shirt or shoes. Damned distracting man!
I had my ways to retaliate though. I’d taken to wearing no panties under my skirts and bending over at a crucial moment. It definitely made our jobs more exciting and it also made for easy access as there was nothing better than a good, hard victory shag after we’d taken down an escaped soul.
Oh fuck, just thinking about it made me horny. My sex clenched and moistness made my cleft wet. In a flash I found myself on my back, Drake above me and quick as lightening his cock sheathed in my channel and on a roof in a mortal city no less.
Damn, do I love my randy dragon shifter, the best minion a woman could ever ask for.
The End