Compilation Of Short Stories
The difference in their builds was stark, Xandros sleek and dangerous against Zarek’s brute strength.
Odessa’s hands came up to frame their faces. “Breathe,” she commanded. “Share your breath.”
Xandros was the first to lean in, his mouth meeting Zarek’s. It was not a gentle kiss. It was a clash of dominance and surrender, a tasting of power. Zarek’s tongue plunged into his mouth, hot and demanding, and Xandros yielded with a throaty moan, his own hands tangling in Zarek’s thick, dark hair. The incubus tasted of smoke and dark ambition, a flavor Xandros found himself desperately craving.