Master of Smoke

her, pushing his width between her creamy lower lips, moving slowly, his eyes on hers.
    Eva sucked in a breath, loving every inch of the exquisite penetration.
    God, he felt incredible, his wet shaft beaded with magic, tingling and hot inside her.
    Finally he was in up to the balls, and she let her head fall back, savoring him, loving his blazing length. His mouth found her throat, his teeth raking the sensitive cords of it, gently ruthless.
    “God, Smoke ...” she whimpered.
    “That’s right—Smoke,” he growled against her skin. “I’m your Smoke, no matter who else I am.”
    She smiled as she tightened the grip of her thighs, hunching hard against his hips. “And I’m yours, period. As I always will be.”
    Smoke growled in pleasure, loving the heat of her slick grip, the way her hips rolled in his hands as he held her plastered against his pelvis, his cock buried to the balls. “Always,” he gritted. “You do realize Zephyr made you immortal? Like me ...”
    Her smile took on a fierce edge. “Just like you.” Digging her sharp little nails into his back, Eva hooked her ankles together and ground down on his cock.
    The sensation of her slick cunt taking every inch of him nearly hurled him right to orgasm, but he held it off, desperate to ride a little longer.
    He braced her back against the wet stone and stepped deeper into her grip, sliding that last delicious fraction into her cunt. The waterfall pounded down on their heads, drenching them in magic as they kissed again, licking, biting, tongues thrusting deep. Kisses that dizzied them as they ground together, cock in cunt, magic surging into magic, blending together in a blue-white glow that spilled over their skin, rolled from head to heels.
    The orgasm tore through them both in a white-hot cascade that made them scream together in one long chorused howl of delight.
    Singing their pleasure to the magic.

    Naked and deliciously limp, Eva floated in the magical pool, the fingers of one hand twined with Smoke’s as he floated with his head inches from hers, his body at an angle to hers.
    “Damn,” she purred. “I can see we’ll be making a habit out of this.”
    He growled a deep sound of assent, his eyes closed, his expression relaxed. She could sense his emotions as clearly as his own, as if they’d linked somehow, and she knew he’d never felt this at peace. Neither had she, though she knew there was so damned much to do.
    They were going to have to set wards around the comic shop as well as her parents’ home and vehicles. If any werewolf got close, she and Smoke could gate there first and kick whatever ass needed kicking. They had more than enough power to take care of Warlock’s henchmen.
    Unfortunately, Warlock had gained power, too, and he’d use it, God only knew how.
    “We’ll stop him,” Smoke said, reading her thoughts, his eyes still comfortably closed. Apparently the waterfall adventure had indeed linked them. And wasn’t that luscious?
    Better enjoy it now, Zephyr warned in his deep, ghostly voice. Because there will be war.
    Then we’ll fight, Fluffy told him. And we’ll win.
    Together. She couldn’t tell who’d thought that, but it didn’t really matter.
    It was true.
    EPILOGUE
    Miranda bustled through the diner with two plates in her hands, the scent of fried eggs, pancakes, and bacon teasing her nose. She found the correct table and put the plates down in front of a middle-aged couple in their Sunday best, gave them a sunny smile and a “you’re welcome” in exchange for their thanks, and strode to the next table.
    “Hi!” She smiled at the family of four, also fresh from the Baptist church, and started scribbling their orders on her pad.
    Miranda had not expected to be happy. True, there were moments when grief for her mother weighed hard, especially when she went home to her lonely apartment. But Randy had found that as long as she kept busy, she could avoid her darker memories and concentrate on the present. The present, with its new friendships and bright hopes.
    She had not expected to like humans. Miranda had never known any, since Joelle had home schooled her, probably because Warlock had wanted to make sure she never complained to school authorities. That kind of attention would have been damned inconvenient.
    Or maybe he was just a controlling bastard who wanted to make sure her every move was carefully supervised.
    Miranda found the people she worked with almost restful by comparison, far less