Compilation Of Short Stories
The night market outside was silent now, the hidden world retreating until the next sunset.
Conor was the first to move, pulling out of Desirée with a soft sigh and shifting to lie between them, an arm around each. He pressed a kiss to Desirée’s temple, then to Kaida’s.
Kaida traced a finger through the cooling sweat on Conor’s chest. “The Blood Moon vintage was a success. We should make more.”
Desirée laughed, a low, husky, utterly contented sound. She curled into Conor’s heat, her leg thrown over Kaida’s cool one. “We just did.”