Master of Smoke

Majesty?”
    “Gwen,” Guinevere corrected patiently.
    “Sorry.” Eva scrubbed both hands over her face. “I’m a little frazzled.”
    “You have reason to be.” Gwen crossed the room to stand next to her. For a moment, both women looked down at David. “I can’t get used to seeing him as a human. Or a Sidhe, anyway. He’s always been a cat of one kind or another.”
    “He’s been human—Sidhe—with me. Except for a little while earlier today, when he became a house cat and scared hell out of both of us.” Eva frowned. “Why would he choose to be a cat most of the time?”
    “I have no idea.” Gwen eyed her with that calm, compassionate gaze that made Eva want to jump out of her skin for reasons she didn’t really care to examine. “You love him a great deal, don’t you?”
    The words lodged a hot little needle of pain inside her heart. “I don’t know.”
    Gwen lifted a blond brow. “A woman doesn’t watch a sleeping man with such intensity unless she’s in love.”
    Busted. Eva sighed. “I’m in love with David, but I don’t know if that’s who he is now.”
    The witch frowned. “David?”
    “The Sidhe part of him didn’t know his own name, so that’s what I call him. There’s David, Cat, and Smoke, but I’ve never known them as one united person.” Sudden frustration made her growl. “Why the hell won’t he wake up?”
    “Probably because he needs to sleep.”
    Eva scrubbed a hand over her face. “So do I. Changing back and forth from werewolf form always wipes me out.”
    “Then I’d better let you get some rest.” Gwen gave her a smile and headed for the door.
    Boy, that hadn’t come out right at all. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude.”
    “You weren’t rude.” Gwen paused to look back at her. “But you do need sleep. That and a good breakfast in the morning will do you a world of good.”
    “As if I didn’t eat like a pig at dinner.” Eva was a trifle embarrassed at the way she’d literally wolfed that steak. But then, it had been so thick and tender, she hadn’t been able to resist. Especially given all the shapeshifting.
    “Magical transformations burn a lot of calories. Good night, Eva. Sleep well.” Gwen stepped out and shut the door behind her with a soft click.
    Tired to the bone, Eva wasted no time turning out the bedside lamp, slipping out of her clothes, and easing naked into bed. David still wore his jeans and shirt, but she was afraid stripping him might wake him up. Instead she curled against his side, closed her eyes, and was asleep two minutes later.

    Eva woke to magic dancing over her skin like the brush of feathers and fur, a warm electric tingle that swirled over her erect nipples and stiffening clit. She inhaled sharply. David’s scent filled the air, masculine, warm, with a trace of animal musk. Licking her lips, she arched her breasts into the flickering heat, savoring the lush pleasure, the eager need. Her hand slipped between her legs and found her flesh swollen and slick. She moaned helplessly and opened her eyes, then sucked in a startled breath.
    David floated above her in a cloud of golden sparks. When she looked down the length of their bodies, she saw his erect cock pointed at the apex of her spread thighs. A stream of sparks spilled from the rosy plum head, feeding the swirl of magic that glided over her hungry body.
    “David,” she whispered. “God, what are you doing?”
    “Making you come.” He gave her a wicked little smile, his eyes white hot with magic, his hair a dark nimbus around his head. His hands glided over her body, fingers a hair’s breadth from her flesh, trailed by the glittering dance.
    His eyes glowed brighter, and the heat intensified until she writhed, craving the penetration of his cock. “Fuck me.” The words emerged in Fluffy’s feral growl.
    He only grinned. “Not yet.”
    But his cock was right there, a fraction of an inch from her desperate sex, and she was not in the mood to wait. Not with heat running through her in pursuit of his magic, not with her cunt heating, tightening in juicy anticipation.
    Finally Eva could take no more. She reached up and grabbed his warm, muscular shoulders, hooked her legs over his ass, and pulled.
    She’d intended to drag him down to her, but instead the magic swept her upward, supporting her as if she were as weightless as a dream.
    Unable to resist his taunting smile, Eva slipped a hand up and fisted it in David’s hair, pulling his head down