Psyche Eros Novels & Stories

We were no longer walking on filaments of light; we were wading through a thick, silver-grey Static—a psychic white noise that tasted of copper and ozone, vibrating at a frequency specifically designed to interfere with the biological resonance of a mate-bond. "Keep your eyes on the glow of my marks, Eryx," I commanded, my voice sounding distant and tinny, as if I were speaking through a long, metallic pipe. My sunset-gold fire flickered dangerously, the edges of the flame turning a sickly, digital blue as the entropy field attempted to "re-index" my power.

“You came all the way here, just to have sex with me?” Eros shook his head, “no, I came all the way here, because you weren’t feeling well. Because you’re stressed and I want to try and make you feel better.” He sounded really sexy and I bit my lip without thinking. Eros didn’t wait for me to answer, he stared at my lip and then lifted me up in his arms. “Tonight is just about you and if you happen to get pregnant, that’s great. But I am here to make you feel good. To make you cum so many times that you’ll beg me to stop.” Eros said.

My mind was wiped clean and his face took centre stage. “I see the way you look at me, Sister.–” His voice was a deep whisper that warmed my face with his breath as his eyes burned into me. “–The way you jolt, the way your breathing catches–” His fingers brushed my lips and sent sparks through my body. “–when you look at me.” As if on command, my breathing did get caught. This felt so wrong but something deep inside of me, wanted to indulge, wanted him to have his way with me, anything to hear him say ‘those’ words again.

She stared at his immense dark eyes, void of every emotion, his eyes fierce, his lips tight and stare deadly, a feeling erupted inside of her instantly. What was this she felt? fear ? lust? Fucking fear! What was she scared of ? He couldn't do nothing to her, he wouldn't even dare. Had she overstepped her boundaries? her thoughts vanished immediately as he approached her quickly in Long strides. They were so close now, impossible to get even closer. The large room suddenly felt small as his lips grazed her ears slowly, shivers ran through her to her core, her legs weak and face flushed, pale.

“That doesn’t mean we can’t do it, Gamma. We are two halves of a whole. I know what Silas knows and visa versa. Except the times that we are able to lock away our minds or we lock away each other.” “I mean…I know…but…” Eros rose from his seat, making Sam step back a couple steps. Walking around the desk, he stood in front of Sam, towering over him. Sam was tall, taller than even Nate but he shrunk down in the face of 6’7” Eros. He started to shake as Eros let slip a little of his Alpha presence. Shutting his eyes tight, the papers in his hands crumbled and Eros smirked. “Oh, little Gamma…there is still so much you need to learn.”

"When I was browsing a bookshop recently, I came across this. It was being sold openly. The illustrations inside are deeply improper, and the woman depicted in them is my cousin." It was an erotic picture book. The woman's face was never shown, yet her poses were overtly seductive, and a rose-shaped birthmark was on her waist. Eleanor frowned. "What is this? How do you know the woman in these pictures is Charlotte?" Yvonne's voice rang out clearly across the hall. "Because my cousin has the exact same rose birthmark on her waist." The room erupted. Every pair of eyes turned toward me, and the looks on their faces said everything. One moment away from becoming Crown Princess, and now this. Ho

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES. "Sassy's POV" I had always been the quiet one on the fourth floor. At twenty-seven, I worked remotely as a graphic designer. I kept my curtains tightly closed and preferred the glow of my monitor to actual human interaction.

I moaned, my body writhing beneath him as he fucked my cleavage with aggressive, desperate thrusts. I could feel the heat of his body, the hardness of his muscles, the rough stubble of his chin as he leaned down to capture my lips in a tough kiss. "Damien," I screamed, my body convulsing as another orgasm crashed over me, my screams filling the room. "Oh god, yes. Fuck my tits harder."

But I could feel it. The way her breath hitched. The way her pulse thrummed wildly beneath her delicate skin. I loved her like this—soft, trembling, mine. "You’re adorable when you think you have control, little dove," I whispered. She didn’t hear me. Not yet. But she felt me. The air grew thick, heavy, humming with my presence. The soft scent of Mira’s apartment—lavender and linen—was drowned in something darker. Something rich, metallic, damp.

What difference does that make him from Ambrose? “E..Eros.” Azriel asked with a croaked voice. He didn't actually know what had gone wrong, but at some point the pain he felt all over his body was so uncontrollable that he passed out even before he could cry out for help. Now, he was here in the hospital and he didn't need anyone to tell him that this was about Eros. The two were emotional, physical and psychological attached to the hip. So, whatever Eros does, think or feel, he feels them too.