Phantom and Rook
Adventures in Levena
Aelina Isaacs
Audiobook Review
MM Romance
Immortal
Male Witch
Audiobook Review
Narrator Kirt Graves 🖤
"The Game is almost upon Levena and I am filled with a giddiness that has nothing to do with my grandest scheme yet." - Thatch
An immortal and a male witch who both believe they are too broken and undeserving of love or happiness. Only when they literally run into one another sparks fly and they cannot deny the pull toward each other. But Thatch has a short timeline here with Arlo and knows if he opens up it will only end in heartbreak.
Cutting Your Teeth
Cursed Corpses Book 1
Caylan MacRae
Vampire Romance
LGBTQ
Horror
"Why does everything feel so 💀?"
"Well that's the thing, you kinda sort of are."
Ezra's family is not the one you can just walk away from. . . He has to constantly move and change names for fear of getting caught. But he's growing tired of that lifestyle! He wants to make connections and possibly more, little does he know the one he's crushing on the most has fangs. . .
I've been wanting to do a Felix and Lysander scene for a while now, I did this real quick today and it's extremely gay. If you don't know these guys, they're soulmates and witches, and in a poly relationship. This scene is just them though, and Lysander is a fae, which in this world are plant people. He is a swamp lantern fae, based on skunk's cabbage, which makes for some very interesting anatomy, and the pair have a serious dom/sub dynamic going on.
(CW: Sex, lots of sex)
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meira-light
Numerous candles flicker against the insistent breeze cutting through a barely open window, and goosebumps spread across my bare skin.
But they’re not brought to life by the cold.
I pace a lazy circle around the kneeling fae, tracing along the planes and ridges of his body with the end of my crop. He shudders when the leather keeper rides down his spine in a slow, barely there motion, eyes covered by a simple blindfold and face upturned to the ceiling.
I come to a stop behind him, unable to stop myself from threading my fingers through his undone, waist-length locks of platinum. He and I both sigh when I brush past ivy tendrils, his signature yellow flowers, and the broad green leaves growing from his scalp in a beautiful menagerie of nature. I lean down, bringing my lips to his ear just as he sighs in response to my tender touch.
“You’re always so beautiful, but especially like this. What a treasure you are, and I’ve missed you so much.”
“Kurios,” Lysander breathes, and I tighten my fingers in his hair.
“Remember your place, little one.” I murmur, and he swallows thickly before nodding once, pulling against my grip. I release him, sliding my fingers down to cup the back of his neck, below his collar. I squeeze once, then let my hand fall as I step away. He whines, and I chuckle upon facing him. We’ve been separated for a week, which may be the stupidest, and most brilliant thing I’ve done.
“Tell me, did you miss me? Go on, you can answer.”
“Yes, Kurios, I’ve missed you so much. Please, I need to see you. Can I see you now?”
The desperation in his voice is nearly enough to break me, but not enough to keep me from getting one last look at him like this.
Lysander’s wrists are encased in black leather handcuffs, handmade and stitched with white runes that match the ones in his collar. They’re enchanted to keep him comfortable, and to immediately come loose if he or I say the word we’ve chosen for stop. His hands are bound behind his back, handcuffs clipped together. His ankles are decorated in the same fashion, but a spreader bar is hooked to his ankle cuffs and keeps his knees in place. Despite the restraints, his body struggles towards mine all the same.
It’s times like this I can’t believe this larger than life man is mine.
Even though he’s on his knees, we’re eye level, and there’s too much space between us. I watch the tendons in his neck make themselves known beneath the back leather collar complete with the hand-stitched runes that match his restraints, both in function and appearance. My gaze wanders down to his flushed, rigid cock trapped in the confines of a black ring, and his balls captured in another. In terms of anatomy, he and I aren’t much different, except for two pretty major factors.
Underneath his shaft and above his balls is a stamen twice the length of his cock, complete with what appears to be an innocent looking bulb at the end called an anther. The shaft, or stigma, is pale and thin, and the anther is a dark brown that reminds me of his freckles. At rest, it’s quite similar to a cockhead, if not much more tapered and curved. But the moment it slips inside, that damn thing swells to three times its size, essentially knotting you in place as load after load of … pollen releases.
It’s always made him self-conscious, but I think it's wonderful.
I shake my head. Not yet, get yourself together man.
I tear my gaze away, nearly melting at how his stamen curls around his cock, tightening like a second ring. I spend time admiring how his shoulder muscles flex and vibrate with both magick and tension. His belly is soft, quivering as his chest works in anticipation. There are small patches of what I can only describe as the softest grass imaginable on his cheeks, forearms, and stomach. The candlelight plays off the fine, blonde hair trailing down his lower stomach, groin, and legs. It’s not as thick as mine, or as dark, and it’s sparser along his chest and arms. Hair curls thickly around his cock and on his underside, interspersed with the tiniest of white flowers.
Moss and other vegetation tends to grow thicker on his arms and upper body instead of his lower, but the numerous freckles covering him are those of darker skin pigment variety, and little moss spots. In addition to the small ones in his hair, large swamp lanterns grow from patches on his right shoulder, left forearm, and along the left side of his throat, above his collar. They glow softly in the gentle darkness, their earthy fragrance strengthening exponentially as Lysander’s arousal grows.
The small starburst of a soulmark just above his right knee glows as well, but much brighter than his flowers do. A thumb print of a beacon that will always lead me home.
We’ve both changed over the years, but some things stay exactly the same.
My heart jackrabbits in my chest, overcome with volatile magick that’s desperate to reach its anchor. I bring the keeper to his sternum, laying it flat across his skin as I drag the leather upwards. Ever so carefully, I caress the flowers along his neck, and they shiver as I pass over them. I pause in the hollow of his throat as he swallows, just above his collar, then continue until I reach his chin. I apply pressure just below it, and he tips his head back.
I take a step forward, careful to keep that damned space between us and the crop in place. I slip the fingers of my free hand under the blindfold, and my magick sparks wildly along my fingertips and his cheek. I fight the urge to murmur an apology, Lysander has asked that I don’t interrupt these scenes with things like apologies, and he enjoys the pain/pleasure that my impatient magick brings upon contact. I don’t fear my magick like I used to, but there’s enough healthy appreciation there to keep me always alert and paying attention.
I slip the blindfold off, pleased to find his eyes are still closed. I let it fall to the floor behind him, and it lands between his legs. I swipe my thumb over his cheek for a brief moment, smiling to myself as I do. Then I take a step back, removing the crop from his skin. His chest fills with a large breath, capturing it as he waits. Spunk intermittently spills from his cock and another in a slow, thin stream. What escapes from his stamen is different in the sense it’s thicker, and if I was a female fae it’d impregnate me.
It also tastes like an herb infused sweet cream, swear to the Gods.
“Go on, love. You may open your eyes now.”
Lysander’s long, blonde lashes tinged with the tiniest filaments of that soft grass flutter open, taking my breath away. He reveals growing pupils that overtake the burnt orange of his irises upon seeing me standing before him, naked. When his lips tremble and part, I decide I’ve memorized my soulmate long enough.
“What a good boy you are. Are you ready to be rewarded?”
Lysander’s mouth opens further, but I don’t allow words to escape. I slide my half-hard cock between his lips, receiving the obedient flat of a tongue accompanied by a moan against the underside of me. I groan at the sensation of his hot mouth enclosing around me, absorbing the way he greedily leans forward to take more of me despite the fact he might fall.
“I didn’t say you could speak, little one. But I do adore you so, and you’re looking awfully pretty tonight. Go on, suck.”
And by Gods, he does.
I entangle one hand in his hair, gripping firmly but not hard enough to restrict his motion. I brush the leather of the crop against his ribs, and he hums around me. I jerk forward at the sound, and he chokes. He blinks up at me, eyes full of umber and copper magick, and tears. I withdraw, and he just about cries in response. I steady him with the hand in his hair, keeping his gaze on me.
“Too much? Tell me with your pretty little mouth.”
“No, no. Please, Kurios.”
“Please what?”
He sticks his tongue out, brushing against the tip of my dick and catching the bead of pre-cum there. I take in a shuddering breath, then work my cock into his mouth and down his throat. He doesn’t choke this time, and I lose myself in the wet heat of him.
“Fuck, sweetheart. You’re so fucking good for me.”
I thrust forward, then again and again. His eyes blissfully close, and only then do I pull out of his mouth. A stream of spit and a whimper follows, but I don’t make him wait long. I walk around him, dropping to my knees. I unclasp the spreader bar, then toss it to the side. I slide between his knees and place my right hand between his shoulders. Without preamble, I push him forward with enough force that his face, shoulders and chest hit with a solid thud.
I give him a moment, and when he only responds with a satisfied moan do I crack the whip across his left cheek, keeping him pinned in place by the shoulders.
“Felix!”
And oh, that does something to me.
I lay three hits in quick succession, cock hardening impossibly further at the sound and sight of his pale ass reddening beneath the leather. “Ah, ah. What was that?”
He pants, gasping. “Kurios, please. More.”
“More?”
I slide my hand down his spine, taking hold of the clasp holding his wrists together. I pull him towards me, and his back slams against my chest. He throws his head back, hair spilling across my shoulder. My heart pounds beneath him, and for a moment I’m taken aback by this moment. My skin electrifies, magick takes the opportunity to pop and crackle along its heated surface. Lysander gasps, and his own magick rises to the challenge.
Energy travels up and down our pressed together lengths of skin, muscle, and life. It bounces back and forth, impatiently waiting to finally reconnect. Lysander’s magick feels like the first cool, rainy day after weeks of nothing but heat waves. Refreshing, necessary, overwhelming. I ache to be drowned in it. A hurricane of … something crashes over me, or perhaps it’s me crashing.
I press my forehead to the back of his neck, nose brushing through hair until connecting with the leather of his collar. I drop the whip. “Lys, I’m—-penelope, penelope. I need a minute.”
The moment the first penelope leaves my lips, the cuffs unclasp and fall to the mat. Lysander breathes in my hold, and I sputter onto his skin. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I just … Gods, I love you, Lysander.” My breath hitches. I’ve never had this happen before, if I didn’t know better I’d think I was having a sub drop or something.
Lysander tilts his head back against me, and I bring us both down to the floor, his back pressed to my front. I slide one arm under his head, the other wraps around his waist. He glances at me over his shoulder, entwining his fingers with mine. “I love you too, and I’m so proud of you. You don’t need to apologize, love. Please.”
I blink. “You are?”
“Of course.” Lysander shyly looks away, then back to me. “Even though we always talk about things, there’s that voice in the back of my mind saying that you’re not … as okay with all of this as you say you are, and you’re only entertaining me, and that if you were uncomfortable, you wouldn’t tell me. You’re kind of a people-pleaser.”
I laugh, face flushed at his rush of words. “While that may be true, that doesn’t apply here. If I didn’t like doing this, what we have, I would tell you. I don’t know what came over me, I just …” I chuckle nervously, gaze lowering. “My magick, and you … it just overcame me for a minute. Could we keep going?”
Lysander brings our joined hands to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of mine. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I need you, Lys. I just need you, nothing between us. If you still want to, that is. We can do cuddles instead.”
Lysander turns in my hold, the magick in his eyes burning anew. He presses a hand to my heart, breathing heavily. “I don’t want to cuddle. Not yet.”
“Thank Gods,” I say, then kiss him. I rise over top of him, bracing myself with a hand beside his head. He smiles against my mouth, and the sensation makes me laugh a little. “Are you still ready, do you think?”
He gives me a withering look, a finger tracing along with jaw. “Felix, don’t keep me waiting.”
“Never, darling.” I grin wide, reaching down with my free hand to tease at the rings on his cock and balls. His stamen unfurls rapidly, latching onto my wrist. It’s smooth, hot and pulsating beneath the skin with release.
“Fuck.” He groans, hips jerking. His cheeks redden, and I kiss him.
“So eager, I like it. You know, I think I might be ready for a little something myself.”
Lysander’s eyes widen. “Really?”
“Yeah, love. I’ll fuck you,” I say, words choking off into a whimper as the head of my shaft slips into his hole, breaking through that initial tension. He had been wearing a plug for a few hours whilst waiting for me, but took it out before I could see. I was put out before, but now I’m glad because it’s one less thing in the way.
I draw my hips back, then thrust forward again and sink deeper. Then, I remember to finish what I was saying. “I’ll fuck you, and you can fuck me.”
Lysander lifts his knees towards his chest, opening himself for me. His stamen releases my wrist, only to caress along his cock briefly. He cries out, voice cracking. “Oh, Felix. Fuck, yes. Fuck me, please. I’m ready for it.”
“I’ve got you, I’ve got you.” I promise, then snap my hips once with all I’ve got. He tilts his head back, neck straining and fingers digging into his thighs. I chuckle, a barely there thing, but my smugness is immediately punished when Lysander’s anther pushes into my hole, surprising me. I groan, hips stilling in an aborted attempt. A spark of pleasure arcs throughout my nerves, teasing an early orgasm.
“Do you?” Lysander teases, and I love to see it.
In answer, I roll my hips and fuck him senseless, jacking his cock in time to my crazed thrusting. My cries join his as our magick finally combines.
The sensation buzzing beneath our skin is now all around us, electrifying the air.
Our hearts beat as one.
Our bodies sing to the universe a single, harmonious song that is Lysander and Felix, Lysander and Felix.
Soulmates.
His anther swells, disrupting my rhythm as it rubs against my prostate. I fall forward, having to brace myself with both hands on either side of his head. My lower back aches, and electricity rides down my spine as my balls tighten. “Oh Gods, Lys. I’m gonna come. Come with me, love. Come.”
I don’t mean to, but my last word holds so much command that Lysander melts immediately, whimpering and shaking beneath me. Lysander tightens around me, dropping his knees to grab my ass. He cries out as his strained cock bucks, releasing long streams of white across his belly. Our stomachs collide as I bury myself as deep as I can inside him, and my forehead bumps his when his anther does the same to me.
I release into him, my orgasm intensified ten fold when his stamen does the same to me. I convulse and groan with each wave of pleasure wiping clean my nervous system, unbothered by the fact we’re now stuck together until he calms down. Warmth trickles from where we’re joined, in both places, but especially from me as his load is much bigger than mine.
It’s all I can do not to collapse atop him, but we do manage to somewhat get comfortable for the time being. I nuzzle his nose with mine, and he sighs in content.
The Reprise
An A Cappella Novella
Connor Bryan
Book Review
LGBTQ+
Clean Romance
"Knock, knock.
Who's there?
An idiot in a sunhat." - Quinn
Quinn's vacation comes to a screeching halt when they come face to face with Wesley. This trip isn't about them or their past but what do you do when faced with your ex?!
🖤Queer Romance Novella
🖤Clean Romance
🖤Second Chances
🖤A Cappella Group
🖤College Students
🖤Dual Timelines
🖤Nonbinary MC!
🖤Grumpy Emo x Sunshine "Greek god"
🖤Single POV in Third Person
🖤HEA
🖤Feel Good Ending!
🖤Fans of "Pitch Perfect"
Wicked Crown
The Wicked Book 1
Luna Joya
Goblin Queen
Second Chance Romance
"Goblins and gold went together like supermodels and stilettos."
Vori swore never to return home but one of the three blood vows she made involves her returning to her realm. . .the Goblin Realm. But to return she needs a husband and who better than the man who ghosted her two years ago!
🖤Paranormal Romance
🖤Male Witch x Goblin Princess
🖤Enemies to Lovers
🖤Second Chances
🖤Strong FMC
🖤Bad Boy MMC
🖤Fake Marriage
🖤Close Proximity
🖤One Bed Trope
🖤Slow Burn
🖤Found Family
🖤Blood Vows
🖤Duo POVs in Third Person
🖤HEA
Cruel Deception
Kozlov Empire Book 2
Monica Kayne
Dark Mafia Romance
Book Review
Fake Marriage
"I'm Kozlov property now." - Bianca
Bianca's life comes to a screeching halt when she is won in a high-stakes poker game! Her plans for revenge against the one who murdered her family are ripped away from her. She will just have to rethink her plan while keeping a distance from her new "husband". She wanted out of this world but now she's legally tied to it. . .
🖤Dark Mafia Romance
🖤Arranged Marriage
🖤Close Proximity
🖤Enemies to Lovers
🖤Strong FMC
🖤Possessive MMC
🖤Morally Grey
🖤Touch Her and 💀
🖤"Good Girl"
🖤"Untouched" FMC
🖤Duo POVs
🖤Family
🖤HEA
FMCs don't back down to the Mafia Bosses!
Amazon purchase here.
For a better reading experience read, "Merciless Heir" first. But series can be read as standalones.
The Fang and the Flower
J.J. Wright
YA Supernatural
YA Romance
Shifters
Mates
"Little flower, I am the glowing eyes." - Julian
And like that Chryssy's world turns on its axel. She believed she was insane but the bad boy of her highschool proves she is sane and that he's not human. Now he's stating that they are mates?!
🖤YA Supernatural
🖤Fated Mates
🖤Human vs Non-Human
🖤Tiger Shifter!
🖤Growls and Purrs!
🖤Fast Paced
🖤Slow Burn Romance
🖤Enemies to Lovers
🖤Morally Grey MMC
🖤Touch Her and 💀
🖤Kelsi! A True Friend and That Ride or 💀 Queen!
🖤Single POV
🖤High School
🖤Gentle Cliffhanger
Illusion of Loving
A Taboo Billionaire Romance
S. Perez
Book Review
Age Gap Romance
"My life had burned down into nothing."
Taurus was about to have it all, that happily ever after. Until she caught her "loving" fiancé cheating on her with her own mother! Since then, a dark cloud has hung over her head. Things have gotten worse, but maybe this chance encounter with Ru will be the changing point for her life.
Only problem is Ru is her ex-fiancé's father. . . Meaning he is off limits, but there's just something about him that draws Taurus in.
"Listen, if someone broke in, I would save you no problem, but if the house is haunted, you're f*****." - Ru
Babylove
A Dark Sapphic Romance Novella
I. S. Belle
Book Review
YA Horror
Witchy Vibes
Smalltown
Frankie takes an opportunity to avoid summer school but there's a catch to her tutors help. Ivy needs aide with something paranormal and Frankie is the perfect candidate! Bulldeen's known for supernatural things but what if the stories were true? Maybe summer school isn't so bad. . ?!
"If you spit on me, I'll spit right back."
Promise that line has the best intentions behind it! 🖤😂🙌
🖤YA Horror
🖤Check CWs
🖤Dark Sapphic Romance Novella
🖤Smalltown
🖤Highschool
🖤Teens
🖤Popular Cheerleader x Goth Girl
🖤Enemies to Lovers
🖤Necromancy
🖤Witchy Vibes
🖤Single POV in Third Person
🖤HEA for Main Couple
🖤Prequel to "Zombabe" but can be read as Standalone!
The Captain of Nemain's Revenge
McKenzie A Hatton
Book Review
Pirates
Romance
The plan was to obtain a certain woman and then ransom her back to her father. A villain of a man who has something Phantom desperately wants. Phantom has some extra insurance just in case, but as the fiery woman and him get closer things get complicated. Has Phantom met his match? Can he return her to her father?
How to Marry Your Single Dad Neighbor
A Sweet RomCom Book
Camilla Evergreen
Book Review
Clean Romance
Clean Read
Slow Burn
Sofia finds she needs to take action realizing that she is inevitably a mother! June doesn't want to return to her biological mom and Sofia refuses to have her "child" taken away from her. The solution is rather obvious, go over and announce to the single dad that you are going to marry him! Yes, that will work, what could possibly go wrong?
🖤Romantic Comedy
🖤Clean/Closed Door Romance
🖤Some Innuendos
🖤Single POV
🖤Family
🖤Raising Children
🖤Slow Burn
🖤Single Dad
🖤Strong FMC
🖤Vegetarian FMC
🖤Nine-Year-Old Who Could Take Down the Governement!
Curse in Shadows
Stoneridge Shadows Book One
CJ Cooke
Why Choose Romance
Shifters
Vampires
Book Review
Cassia understood she would always be alone. Her shadow magic trying to completely consume her and sometimes she wanted nothing more than to fall into the darkness. Yet somehow a group of men with different backgrounds, abilities, and pasts have gravitated toward her. Fated mates was not in the cards for her future, right?!
🖤Duet
🖤Why Choose Romance
🖤Supernatural
🖤Shifters
🖤Vampires
🖤Fast Paced
🖤Different Burn Rates
🖤Shadows
🖤Demons
🖤Multiple POVs
🖤Cliffhanger
🖤For a Better Reading Experience Read the Prequel Series "The Stoneridge Pack" First
Season of the Bruja
Volume One
Aaron Duran
Sara Soler
Comic Book Review
Latinx
"The past is the past, that cannot be changed. Do not let it dictate the future." - Abuela
'Lia is like any headstrong teen with abilities, a little naive and overconfident. Not understanding that there are consequences to using her abilities. She knows she is strong and sometimes becomes a one woman show but when a coincidental encounter happens with a priest her life soon changes. Hard lessons are about to be learned!
