Sexy Fae Novels & Stories

Their hands are elegant, with long, nimble fingers, and their movements - whether walking, gesturing, or simply tilting their head - carry a rhythm that feels musical, almost hypnotic. Even their presence is intoxicating, like a sweet perfume of flowers and mist. It’s impossible to ignore a fae in a room. There’s a lightness to them, as if they barely touch the ground - this will come in handy later - and yet a sense of danger lingers beneath their delicate exterior: a quiet power that reminds anyone nearby that this being is older, stronger, and infinitely more cunning than any mortal could ever imagine.

His lips touch against my neck slowly as his hands pull the clothes from my body. He turns and pins me against the door with his body. His nostrils flared, and heat burned through me, caused simply by the look in his eyes. My eyes roam across his body, it's amazing how much a Fae bodies changes when they are turned on. For a start, him being naked as a Fae makes no difference, the colours and design spread across his body. Fae's sexual parts are hidden until they are ready to mate. My eyes drop lower, and I hear him groan.

Rex asked. “Fae leaders cannot be female, it is against their customs, everyone has said “she” when referring to this person, that means it cannot be one of the fae race leading this army, which begs the question, who the f**k has more of a grudge against Hale than Ean?” “No idea” Rex shrugged with a sigh, leaning back against Azulthaël’s tail, Lacey and Minet leaning in on Rex, both women falling asleep quickly. “It seems they have turned timid” Raz said, pointing at Lacey and Minet who were sleeping soundly, leaning on each of Rex’s sides.

I shrug tossing a look at Priya who remains focused on her task. I turn my head to see Zayne looking at me with an emotion I couldn’t quite describe. He nods and gives me one of his gentleman smiles. “I respect that.” he says and I just nod before we both fall into silence, watching his mate in this dark corner of the room. “Faes are actually different from werewolves in that aspect, you know?” he speaks and I look at him confusedly. “How so?” I ask. “Well, for one, faes can mate up to four people. While we are mated to only one.” he explains and I fight back the gasp rising from my throat and slap my hand over my mouth.

How could I deny him when I was in his same standing a month ago? “It’s a pull,” I said lowly. “A pull that leaves no doubt in your mind that the female I yours.” Valpar stood, listening. “Many go by smell. It’s intoxicating, makes you want to devour them whole.” I smiled, thinking of Odessa’s citrus scent. “Others their sight, like the Fae as I have noticed. Just looking into their eyes and you know.” Valpar’s gigantic eyes sparkled in awe. “But with everyone, I have noticed, know by touch. Unmistakable fire coals run up your arms, your eyes dilate and the most animalistic part of you comes to the surface to claim what has been destined for you.”

Phoenix stood before me, his eyes burning with intensity. "You're here, Syla," he whispered, his voice low and husky. I felt tingles all over my body. "How did I get here?" I asked, still disoriented. Phoenix smiled, his lips curling upward. "The Fae mate bond. It's called Mystic Pull or Fae summoning." He reached out, taking my hand in his. His touch sparked a jolt of electricity, and I felt our connection deepen.

"That is the sum total of my knowledge." Scarlet nodded. "Fae are an ancient race that-if their claims to relation to Chaos and Aether are true-have evolved well beyond the human race. They have inherent magic or powers. Many are tied to natural elements. Earth, wind, fire, water, spirit. Out of this general classification, there are too many to name for specifics. Categories and classes of Fae are better discussed with Arasne." Scarlet looked at me as if trying to see if I'd understood her.

The rules were simple, but no one ever told me that it was a rule to always abide by the damn rules. Little Lumen lights glowed across my foyer as I soundlessly opened and closed my door. A vase with fresh calla lilies sat on top of the centre table, filling the entry with an alluring smell. My smell. Everyone had unique and distinct smells to them. Some would be complex, such as cinnamon mixed with sugar, with hints of musk, a rainy day and kindling fire. That's what Cyra smelled like. I had a simple scent, or so I was told. Lilies, vanilla and the open night sky. Mother says that's how Fae males find their adamo, mates. Their adamo leave traces of her scent behind everywhere she goes and h

The Faewolves were hybrids, a product of fairies mating with werewolves. Arez had consulted Selene the moon goddess through the Faewolves as it was prophesied that would conquer. Arez and the Faewolves went to war and defeated the vampires but the greed of Arez led him to rape a young vampire woman and then, he took her for himself.

"I can tell by the way she's trembling. Fuck her harder, Axel. Make our girl come." I thrust even deeper inside her, hitting that spot that made her scream my name, and I kept rubbing her clit in tight circles. "Come for us, Sera." I commanded her, feeling my own control slipping as my wolf surged forward inside me, demanding to mark her, to claim her as ours forever. "I'm coming!" She screamed, her whole body tensing and shaking beneath me as her orgasm crashed over her in intense waves. "Axel! Knox! Oh god!"