Kaeya Hot Novels & Stories

This place belongs to Kaia, who should be out of this Territory with her family, safe and away from my monstrous husband. Finding the key, I make my way inside, tensing as I hear voices floating from the kitchen. Frowning I listen closer. It's Kaia, she's home, accompanied by the silken voice of a man. Opening the door, I still. Keo is leaning back against the kitchen counter, dripping with seduction as speaks softly to Kaia, whose back is to me. "I just don't get why you think people hate you," I hear her say, pushing at his shoulder playfully.

Kai looked down at Ren, still draped over his lap, ass burning red from the forty strokes. “What toys do you want?” Ren’s voice was rough from crying. “Something penetrative that’ll hurt a bit.” Kai raised an eyebrow. “Would you like to try a urethral sound?” Ren was quiet for a second, then nodded. “I trust you. I also want those anal beads. I like the burn.” “A bigger and longer set?” Ren nodded frantically.

“Unless said random towers at 6’3, dark locks, jaw like a blade… Built like ancient marble, voice that just… melts…” “Sounds specific,” Kai grinned, waggling his brows. “I bet I can guess,” Roan added, smirking. “Maybe… your superior?” “Ooh, hot boss Salazar,” Kai teased, earning a glare from Roan. Kai threw up his hands. “Just from press shots, alright? Led to some profile scrolling. Admit it—he’s fire.” “Insanely hot,” Kingsley nodded vigorously. “Pushes me to feats I’d never chase.”

Damien POV I know I've said it before, but DAMN, my mate is HOT! I had met Kayla in the training room to talk to her about Adam coming through Abby's window, but when she came into the room in her butterfly leggings and that black sports bra, Zolten started howling so loud, it was hard to concentrate on anything. I was both surprised and over-the-moon happy when she jumped into my arms. I was more than happy to catch her. If I could've carried her straight to her room, I would've, but I knew she wanted to work out. I know she loves to start her day that way. I could start every day of my life this way too.

I undressed immediately, stroking myself as Caspian did the same. I hardened impossibly as I watched Kai thrust his fingers in and out of her wet core, lapping at her essence. The wet, slurping sound his fingers made was a massive turn-on, and I clenched my stomach. The heat wave intensified, its effect staggering, making my knees weak. If I felt this much, Kaida was undoubtedly experiencing a hundred times worse. No wonder her eyes were glassy, her mind numb from the pain. There was no chance she could fight that much heat.

My power surged. This time— I didn’t hold it back. Sparks exploded across my skin, brighter than before, stronger, responding not just to fear— But to anger. Kael didn’t stop me. Didn’t warn me. He just shifted slightly closer. Matching my stance. Matching my energy. Two sides. One line. The man’s smile faded completely. For the first time— He looked serious. “Careful,” he said. “You don’t even know what you are yet.” I met his gaze.

It feels lovely to be back home; inhaling the fresh air that smells the same as Arkyn - my other home. “Mind if I join you?” I look behind me to see Kaia standing with a cup of coffee too and bedhead for days. She’s wearing fuzzy pink bunny slippers, cotton shorts and a tank top with the initial K emblazoned with a tiara. Hmm, guess she truly did feel like the Kaia from her dreams. I pat the space next to me and say, “Please do.”

“Sawadee Kha.” Kla was wearing a bright blue shirt with tiny white palm trees embroidered onto it and he had paired it with white dress pants. His sunglasses covered most of his face and the light afternoon wind blew his hair onto his forehead, making him look a lot younger than his age. In fact, Kla was only four years older than Kim and Kaya, making him thirty three years old. “Sawadee Khap, Khun Kanya.” Kla bowed slightly in greeting as Kaya raised her hands in greeting. “Did you come for a swim?”

Normalcy was a memory, a fragile illusion, and the arena was about to prove it. “Today’s exercise,” Kael’s voice boomed across the field, smooth, commanding, and laced with something more—a subtle undercurrent of awe. My pulse quickened at the sound, though I refused to let it unbalance me. “We practice controlled combat. Ariana will lead. Observe her movements, anticipate, and follow. Respect her authority. Respect the Luna.”

Then five more in rapid succession. I frown. “What the hell…” I swipe my lock screen open and I freeze. My entire feed is blowing up with articles, videos and pictures of Kaya and Flynn. They are everywhere. Flying over the Hudson in a hot air balloon. Kaya laughing on a mountain trail. Flynn setting out a picnic like a perfect gentleman. Kaya in his jersey, smiling like she hasn’t smiled in years. Tom notices my stillness. “What?” I turn the screen toward him numbly.