Kamyla

“What about you, prince?” he purred enticingly, diverting the topic once again. “How many daring lovers have you encountered in the course of duty?”
Miysis smiled—a heated smile that caught Lyre off guard. Bracing his hand on the cushion beside Lyre’s head, the griffin leaned down until their faces were close. “I’ve found a few here and there.”
Lyre looked into those darkening green eyes and wondered who was playing who. Letting sensuousness slide into his body language, he touched a finger to the pattern inked on Miysis’s stomach, then slowly traced the circular design.
The griffin didn’t so much as twitch. Hmm. His poker face was damn good.
“I thought you were expected elsewhere,” Lyre crooned softly.
“They can wait.” Miysis leaned closer. “What if I’ve decided I want your company after all?”
Lyre pressed his palm flat against Miysis’s stomach.”
― Annette Marie, The Blood Curse

“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

“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

“Sage shook his head, but his body had a mind of its own and was already pushing back on the cock. He gasped as the head breached his sphincter. It didn’t hurt as much as he expected, so he pushed back again, moaning as Xavier’s cock slid all the way in.
“You were supposed to ask,” Xavier gritted out.
Sage grinned. “Was I?”
“Cheeky little shit,” Xavier ground out before starting to move.”
― Alessandra Hazard, Straight Boy