The room was quiet except for the slow, steady rhythm of breathing.
Kaiden lay in the center of the bed with five women draped across him in various states of satisfied collapse. Aria's silver hair fanned across his chest, her face peaceful, her moonlight lingerie long since dismissed. Bastet's tail curled around his ankle, her purr a low continuous rumble even in sleep. Nyx had claimed the space against his ribs, her pink hair stuck to her cheek, her spatial rope still coiled loosely around her forearms because nobody had bothered to untie her. Calypso's red arm was thrown across his stomach, her horns brushing his shoulder, her breathing deep and content.
And Luna.
Luna was tucked against his other side in her cow-print set, the little bell at her throat still, her face buried against his bicep. Her petite body rose and fell with each breath, and her expression held none of the feral energy that usually lived there.
