Kamyla

“Evert nods, studying my red wings as he raises his hand and traces a finger along the feathers at the top. The sensation instantly shoots a shiver down them and my feathers ruffle up involuntarily. I slap his hand away. “Stop that.”
He looks at me, amused. “Touchy, touchy.”
Before he can catch on to what I’m about to do, I bend down and grab hold of his tail, petting it gently. He flinches back in surprise and his tail flicks out of my grasp.
I tsk. “Touchy, touchy,” I say with a smirk.
He narrows his eyes and takes a step forward, forcing me to tilt my head up to look at him.
“Touching a genfin’s tail isn’t a good idea, Scratch,” he says, his voice dropping to a near whisper.”
― Raven Kennedy, Signs of Cupidity

“Ryan is straight,” James said.

“Everyone’s straight until they’re not,” Tristan said, looking bored. “Zach isn’t exactly gay, either. Attraction is either there or not, and labels have little to do with it.”
― Alessandra Hazard, Just a Bit Confusing

“Lyre advanced. “Aphrodesia isn’t just blasting an enemy and leaving them frozen and slack-jawed. That’s like saying you can only use your magic to blow shit up and nothing in between.”
“I don’t know what …” Ash trailed off as he withdrew another step. His back bumped into the wall.
“Aphrodesia works best in low, subtle doses,” Lyre crooned. “It can be used to charm, to placate, to confuse, to disarm … or even to make you very … very … suggestible.”
He leaned in, bringing his face within inches of Ash’s.
“What do you think, Ash?” he whispered. “Do you want me to touch you?”
The draconian’s eyes widened but he didn’t move. Lyre pressed both hands to Ash’s stomach and he jumped at the contact. But, trapped against the wall, he had nowhere to retreat. Lyre slid his hands slowly upward, dragging Ash’s shirt up.
“What do you think?” he purred softly. “Do you want me to kiss you?”
Ash’s breath caught.”
― Annette Marie, The Blood Curse

“Demons do magic?"
This day kept getting worse and worse. Ashael's little smile turned into a full-fledged grin.
"Of course. Who do you think invented it in the first place?”
― Jeaniene Frost, Into the Fire