Velvet Haven

understand is the mortal heart. Passion, love, it binds much stronger than that of a spirit guide.”
    “Well, it’s not my fault he’s a shape-shifting immortal from the wrong world.”
    Suriel laughed and ran his hand down her hair. “Then it is up to you to show him.”
    She gazed at him, wondering. “What is in this for you?” He glanced at the book. “You might be able to help me find that flame. Other than that, my wishes for you are to find your path and your power. I’m walking the path with you, Mairi, but I cannot continue to lead the way.”
    “Well, we’re on it alone, because Bran isn’t following.”
    “He will,” Suriel murmured, his gaze flickering over her shoulder. Mairi turned to see Bran walk into the bar. His eyes blazed with anger when he saw Suriel’s hand on hers. He turned and left, and suddenly Mairi knew what she needed to do.

    Watching Bran in the shower was an invasion of privacy. Mairi knew she shouldn’t be doing it, but she couldn’t look away. Something drove her to this man—bird—Sidhe.
    Whatever he was, she wanted him.
    He was beautiful, with the water rushing over his naked shoulder and chest muscles, then running in rivulets down his chiseled six-pack. Her gaze lowered, taking in his navel, studying the way the shower water trickled down the fine black hair on his belly, then lower to where his hands cradled his shaft.
    Look away , the modest voice inside her screamed. But the devil lurking inside her lured her on. It wasn’t like there was a shower curtain he was hiding behind, the voice told her. He was standing in the open ceramic tile shower, beneath the spray of water, gloriously naked, just begging to be watched.
    Six feet six and stacked, Bran’s body was model perfect. The sigils that were scattered over his arms and chest were beautiful to her. On the outside he was all rebel bad boy, but on the inside, she’d glimpsed a softness in him. It was that softness, and the promise of another blinding orgasm, that made her take another silent step closer to the shower.
    Bran lifted his face to the spray of water and closed his eyes, his long hair hanging down his back, the cords of his neck exposed. Sexy as hell . Mairi had never seen anyone as sexy as Bran. And if she had any sense at all, she’d strip down naked and join him in the shower, throwing herself at him and not caring what he thought of her being so damn brazen. She closed her eyes and envisioned him pinning her against the tile wall, the spray of the water caressing their bodies as they moved against each other, just like she had the other day when she’d masturbated in the shower. Except it really had been him perched on the windowsill.
    Suddenly Mairi felt herself grabbed and brought up against the shower wall. Her flimsy cotton shirt and shorts were drenched in seconds.
    “Did you actually think I wouldn’t feel you standing there, watching me?”
    “I didn’t know—”
    “You didn’t know my body lights up whenever you look at me?” he growled. His eyes were glowing silver and gold in the sheen of the water as he loomed over her. There was anger in those eyes, hatred maybe. “Did you think now would be a good time?”
    “N-no,” she stuttered, unable to find her voice. “What do you mean? A good time for what?”
    His body was taut, filled with a tension she didn’t understand. “No, I can feel the time has not yet come. I can still do this .”
    He pressed his cock into her belly as he reached for her hands and brought them above her head. His gaze slipped down between their bodies, to her breasts, which were pressing against her shirt. She was braless, and everything she owned was openly displayed for him. His eyes grew darker, the pupils expanding, swallowing up his irises as his gaze fixed on the dark shadow of her nipples.
    She was bowed back, her breasts prominently displayed as he pulled her back a fraction more. Then he circled his erection deeper into her belly. He stroked her with his massive erection, circling her belly as if he were buried deep inside her. “Tell me what you’re doing here.”
    She heard the pain in his voice and couldn’t understand where it came from. She wanted to ask what she had done, but his cock felt so good against her that only a husky moan made its way past her lips.
    “You want me to take you in the shower?” he asked as he pressed his mouth against her ear. “Why, Mairi? Will you wash me away when you’re done?”
    “I—I