Master of Smoke

dry and weak with pain. “The Magekind must bleed.”
    TWENTY-TWO
    Belle took a break from the search long enough to open a portal to the gateway pool for Smoke and Eva, since neither was up to it just then.
    Then she went back to work on her new hobby—pissing Tristan off.
    Exhausted to the bone, Eva and Smoke walked into the pool hand in hand. The softly glowing water swirled around their feet, then their calves and hips as they waded deeper. And with every step, their bodies drank more magic.
    “Oh, God,” Eva moaned over the sound of the waterfall thundering into the pool. Her maned head fell back as her eyes closed. “That feels almost as good as sex.”
    Smoke laughed, a delicious male growl. “Nothing’s as good as sex with you.”
    She opened one eye. It had already started to glow white. “Well, it does depend on the partner.”
    “Doesn’t everything?” Sucking in a deep breath, he released her and dove, then began to swim toward the waterfall.
    Eva followed suit, her arms stroking lazily as she kicked her way through the shimmering water. Opening her eyes, she watched with lazy interest as fish swam past, each the size of a dinner plate, scales iridescent and bright as rainbows.
    She lifted her head as she reached the waterfall. Smoke had climbed up on one of the great black stones that surrounded the tumble of water so that the steam pelted his cat face, slicking his fur to his massive body. As she watched, magic swirled around him, and he shrank back into Sidhe form.
    Eva pulled herself up onto the rock beside him and gasped in delight. The water pounding on her head carried a rush of warm magic that stole her breath. It felt delicious, and she tilted her head back and opened her mouth, gulping both the water and the raw power it carried from the dimensional portal overhead. As she drank, she let the magic roll through her body.
    The shift to human barely hurt at all.
    Eva opened her eyes to find Smoke reaching for her. She went into his arms joyfully, slipping hers around his neck as he pulled her tight. Their mouths met under the pounding spray, lips pressing, tongues stroking in a hot and hungry kiss that burned with magic.
    His hands found her bare, thoroughly healed breasts and cupped her, his fingers rolling and pinching nipples that had gone pert and eager under the pounding tingle. She threw back her head and gasped at the startling intensity of the sensation he created. It was as if the magic made it more, somehow. Hotter, fiercer, even more luscious. He grinned against her mouth as if sensing her reaction.
    They stood there on the slick black stone, hands drifting over wet skin, stroking and sliding and squeezing, savoring each electric zing of pleasure, each falling drop of magic.
    Smoke dropped to his knees before her and parted the lips of her sex. She sucked in a breath as his tongue slipped deep. He sent a stream of enchanted water sluicing over her clit, and she damned near jolted into orbit.
    That boy always was creative, Zephyr laughed in her mind.
    Shush, Fluffy told him. I want to enjoy this.
    Good God, Eva thought. I’ve got my own peanut gallery .
    But then Smoke gave her another hot mouthful of magic, and her mind went deliciously blank. His tongue swirled lazily over her clit, tracing a slippery figure eight. She fisted her hands in his hair and let her head fall back, rolling her hips against his mouth.
    He reached one hand up and found a nipple, then began to play with it lazily as his mouth slowly drove her insane. Fingers pinched and stroked and played as he alternated licking her clit and spraying mouthfuls of magic across it.
    Her climax thundered out of nowhere, quick and hard and merciless, and she screamed into the delicious pound of the waterfall.
    Her knees buckled, but Smoke caught her hips with one hand, steadying her. Then he lifted one of her legs and draped it over his shoulder. And went back to eating her lazily as she gasped and moaned her way into another blazing orgasm.
    Finally she fell back against the wet stone, limp as a drenched sock, weak from his ruthless pleasuring. Smoke pulled away from her and stood, one arm going around her waist, the other hooking under her knee to sling it over his hip.
    Eva read his intention and grabbed his shoulders as she wrapped her other leg around his waist. He took her butt in both hands and lifted her just above the eager jut of his cock. The hard tip found her slick opening as he arched his hips and lowered