The Dom Tests Her Serenity [Unchained Love 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Cara Adams

the center of the room was a long rectangle made of trestle tables covered in crisp white cloths with chairs to seat over a hundred people.
    The folks from the movie studio would be there as well as everyone in the BDSM community and the entire panther pack. Of course Serena knew all the panthers, they were her pack. But she didn’t know the names of everyone in the BDSM community. Some of them were very private people who stayed in their own homes, went to work outside the property, and only appeared at communal BDSM events sometimes. She guessed she’d know their faces but possibly not even that much about them. To share the holiday with everyone like this was thrilling indeed.
    The women had spent a long time discussing the menu and decided to go with traditional dishes. As well as the roasted turkey and mashed potatoes there would be a green bean casserole, butternut squash, sweet potatoes and yams cooked with cheddar and rosemary, homemade cranberry sauce, gravy, and stuffing made with celery and mushrooms. There’d been so many arguments over whether to serve pumpkin pie or pecan pie they’d decided to have both. With so many people eating together it was better to have a choice, Serena thought, although she guessed some of the men would want a slice of both pies.
    Serena smiled internally. Fifteen, or even ten years ago, she and Verity would have dressed identically at a gathering like this and tried to fool people as to which of them was which. More recently Verity had decided to trim her hair into a short bob cut, while Serena had left hers long. They were not identical—Verity’s hair was more reddish and her eyes more brown than hazel—but they were sufficiently similar that when they tried to confuse people they almost invariably could. Growing up, Verity had always been a fraction of an inch taller than Serena, something they’d been able to disguise by never standing exactly side-by-side to permit people to notice the difference.
    But tonight was not for that kind of fun and games. Tonight was about sharing together, being truly a united community of humans and wolves and panthers. A group where many practiced lifestyle BDSM, some just played at it, and a few didn’t even do that much, but where everyone was accepted as a person with their own distinct tastes and needs, be it for bondage play, ménage sex, or to run through the night in animal form.
    At the end of the room, the stage, hard against the back wall to leave enough space for the long tables down the center of the room, had a lovely display of fall-colored leaves and flowers, with lots of oranges, golds, and bronzes among them. The center of each table had been decorated with more leaves and flowers, as well as tiny origami panthers, wolves, and people. And on four stands equally spaced in the middle of the tables were more vases of flowers.
    Serena thought the room looked truly lovely, decorated simply and with understated elegance. She also guessed many of the vases of floral arrangements were Leticia’s work. Leticia certainly had an affinity with plants.
    The room was filling with people now, and Pete and Josh came and stood beside her. They both looked very handsome, Pete in a red business shirt with narrow white stripes on it and Josh in a long-sleeved, deep-blue T-shirt. Serena couldn’t help thinking that, of all the ménages which had formed since the panthers arrived at Carnal Connections, theirs was the only one with three big cats and that they all had brown hair. Not a blond, a redhead, or a person with black hair among the three of them. Of course, she was a cougar, not a panther, but they were all big cats. Only shape-shifters seemed to innately sense the differences between the subspecies. Her fur was more tan than brown in animal form, too. But nonetheless, as a triad, they were quite similar. More so than any of the other groups.
    Larry’s voice boomed through the room, causing everyone to hush. “The food is ready,