Kamyla

“Lyre let his voice slide into the deep purr that made most women blush. “You’d have way more fun with me than with those stuffy noblemen.”
Miysis merely raised an eyebrow as though the innuendo had gone right over his head. “I don’t doubt it, but duty calls.”
― Annette Marie, The Blood Curse

“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

“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

“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