Compilation Of Short Stories
Kaida murmured, taking the glass back and sipping from the same spot, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored the shared recollection.
Conor watched them, his pupils dilating. The air was thick with the scent of aroused succubus, ancient vampire, and his own rising wolf. He reached out and pulled Kaida to him, kissing her with a fierce tenderness that was reserved for her alone. Where his kiss with Desirée was fire, this was a deep, still pool, complex and eternal.
This was the prelude. This was their foreplay, the sharing of memory, the rekindling of their unique bond. There was no hurry, only the slow, deliberate stoking of a need that was about to become all-consuming.