It’s easy to find plenty of hot scenes within paranormal romance and urban fantasy books. For me, the absolute hottest ones are the ones that both scintillate and change the dynamic between the hero and heroine. When it comes to the Top 5 sex scenes from PNR and UF, I picked the dirtiest scenes that changed everything.
These five sex scenes featuring supernatural characters are guaranteed to cause tightening of chests, raising of goosebumps and hooking you into the main characters’ relationship completely.
Real quick: You’re likely to find spoilers ahead, as you’ll know who has sex with who and related circumstances. You’ve been warned!
Tunnel Time with Chess and Terrible in Stacia Kane’s City of Ghosts:
Readers waited a long time for Chess to finally figure out her feelings for Terrible in the Downside Ghosts series. And then—as is our Chess’s nature—she blew it. We entered the third book City of Ghosts with Terrible refusing to speak with her (find out why in Tori Benson’s Delicious Despair post) and Chess not handling it well. Even when working together, he avoided speaking with her.
They’re in dank, dirty storm tunnels investigating magical shenanigans, and Chess decides she’s had enough. If he wants to punish her, fine, but she wants it done. She invites Terrible to hit her. Begs him.
Instead we get a kiss like a punch, which leads to epic angry sex as our hero and heroine work out their fights like a married couple—by getting naked and having fight sex.
She fell backward without realizing it, her brain stupidly refusing to see him in front of her, to understand what was happening. She could barely see, couldn’t bear anything but the blood rushing in her ears.
But she could feel.
Feel his lips on hers, giving her the punishment she’d craved, hard and bruising and demanding. Felt his body above hers, felt his arm beneath her check their fall then snake up so his fingers could twist in her hair and crank her head back.
Her already racing heart leapt so hard she thought for sure he could feel it. His free hand shoved itself under her shirt, yanked her bra cup out of the way, found her nipple; she cried out into the darkness, into him.
“Fuck you, Chess,” he mumbled into her throat, and she didn’t know if he was cursing her or making a promise and she didn’t think it mattered either way. “Fuck you.”
Every bit of fury, of energy, of fear and pain and misery and hatred she’d felt a second ago remained, channeled into something else, into need so desperate and consuming she thought it might kill her and she couldn’t bring herself to care one bit.
He didn’t wait, didn’t give her a chance to come down before his fingers disappeared and he thrust into her, all of him at once stretching her, sending her back over the edge. Still he didn’t stop. His hips pounded against hers, punishing her. Giving her what she begged for, what she still wanted. She felt his teeth sink into her neck and screamed into the darkness, shoved her hands up under his shirt and dug what little fingernails she had into the soft skin there.
He groaned and pushed her harder still, his body shaking. Forcing her to keep up his furious pace, forcing her to accept every bit of him. His thumb slipped back between her legs, teased her again, and this time she couldn’t find words to scream but screamed just the same.
Vishous, Doc Jane, and a Sink in J.R. Ward’s Lover Unbound:
Vishous is the Black Dagger Brotherhood’s resident Dom. He has a special apartment where he plays with the ladies and everyone knows about it. But when Doc Jane enters his life—and his room—he’s does his damnedest to keep it a secret. He wants to be a gentleman.
She wants him, though, and wants him to give all of himself. Finally, fed up with her pushing and his desire, he starts with the dirty talk and then orders her to take hold of the sink in his bathroom and let him go to work. He reveals his true desires and more of himself in this scene, and Doc Jane accepts him, letting them move forward.
With no warning at all she was tackled from behind, pushed face-first into the wall and held in place by a rock-hard body twice the size of her own. Her gasp was first one of shock, then one of sex as she felt V grind into her ass.
“I tried to tell you no,” he growled as his hand buried itself in her hair and locked on, pulling her head back. As she cried out she ran wet between her legs. “Tried to be nice.”
“Oh . . . God—“
“Praying’s not going to help. Too late for that, Jane.” There was regret in his voice—as well as erotic inevitability. “I gave you a chance to have it on your terms. Now we’ll do this on mine.”
She wanted this. She wanted him. “Please—“
“Shh.” He cranked her head to the side with a twist of his wrist, exposing her throat. “When I want you to beg, I’ll tell you.” His tongue was warm and wet as it rode up her neck. “Now ask me what I’m going to do to you.”
She opened her mouth, but could only pant.
He tightened the hold on her hair. “Ask me. Say, ‘What are you going to do to me?’”
She swallowed. “What . . . what are you going to do to me?”
He wheeled her to one side, all the while keeping his hips tight to her ass. “You see that sink, Jane?”
“Yes . . .” Holy shit, she was going to orgasm—
“I’m going to bend you over that sink and make you hold on to the sides. Then I’m going to pull your pants off.”
Oh, Jesus . . . “Ask me what’s next, Jane.” He licked up her throat again, then clamped what she knew was a fang onto her earlobe. There was a delicious lick of pain, followed by another rush of heat between her legs.
“What’s . . . next?” she breathed.
“I’m going to get on my knees.” His head went down and he nipped her collarbone. “Say to me now, ‘And then what, V?’”
She nearly sobbed, so aroused her legs started to fail her. “And then what?”
He tugged on her hair, “You forgot the last part.”
What was the last part—what was the last . . . “V.”
“No, you start over. From the beginning.” He pushed his arousal into her, a hard ridge that clearly wanted in her now. “Start over, and do it right this time.”
From out of nowhere an orgasm came bearing down on her, the momentum carried forward by the rasp of his voice in her—
“Oh, no, you don’t.” He backed off from her body. “You don’t come now. When I say you can, you will. Not before.”
Disoriented and aching, she sagged as the need to release receded.
“Now say the words I want to hear.”
What were they? “And then what . . . V?”
“I’m going to get on my knees, run my hands up the backs of your thighs, and spread you open for my tongue.”
That orgasm rushed back at her, making her legs tremble.
“No,” he said in a growl. “Not now. And only when I say.”
He maneuvered her to the sink and did exactly what he’d told her he would. He bent her over, planted her hands on either side of the basin, and commanded, “Hold on.”
(It’s all BDB, all the time in our Black Dagger Brotherhood collection)
Barrons’s Attempts to Screw MacKayla Sane in Karen Marie Moning’s Dreamfever:
Yes, you read that sub-headline correctly. And, I’ll say this again so no one gets upset, spoilers spoilers spoilers for the series follow. At the end of Faefever (Fever #3), MacKayla was turned Pri-ya by the Unseelie princes. This means she’s reduced to a basic, mindless need for sex. She forgets who she is, who anyone is outside of their ability to give her sex. Typically this leads to exhaustion and death for the Pri-ya.
Barrons finds her and gives her what she needs to survive as Pri-ya: lots and lots of sex. However, he tempers it with emotional connection and will only give her what she wants (e.g. him, naked) if she uses his name when she requests. He forces her to make it a personal connection in an attempt to revert her from being Pri-ya.
It’s the most emotionally revealing scene we get with him at this point, and it’s insanely hot.
Now I have forgiven him because I have him inside me, and he’s got his big hands on my petunia—I do not know that word, or where it from!—rump, and he’s doing that slow, erotic bump and grind so smooth and deep that makes me purr to the bottom of my toes and kissing me so hard I cannot breathe around it and I do not want to. He is in my soul and I am in his, and we are in bed but we are in a desert, and I do not know where he begins and I end, and I suppose if his peculiar madness is music and photos and stories that chafe, it is a small price to pay for such pleasure.
He comes hard, shuddering. I match him, bucking with each shudder. When he comes, he makes a noise deep in his throat that is so raw and animal and sexual that I think if he merely looked at me and made that noise, I might explode in an orgasm.
“Open your eyes and say my name.”
I squeeze them shut more tightly.
“It would make my cock hard to hear you say my name.”
My eyes pop open. “Jericho Barrons,” I say sweetly.
He makes a pained sound. “Bloody hell, woman, I think a part of me wants to keep you this way.”
I touch his face. “I like how I am. I like how you are, too. When you are... What is that word you used? Cooperating.”
“Tell me to fuck you.”
I smile and comply. We’re back in territory I understand.
“You didn’t say my name. Say my name when you tell me to fuck you.”
“Fuck me, Jericho Barrons.”
(Get more Barrons in Chelsea’s So Scary They’re Sexy post)
Bones Strategically Bites Cat in Jeaniene Frost’s One Foot in the Grave:
In the second Night Huntress series novel, Cat and Bones are learning to be a real couple. That means accepting each other and the baggage that comes with that. To say Bones is sexually experienced is an understatement. He was a prostitute for a time, and when his progeny shows up talking about how he loved taking multiple women at once and how Cat will never be able to satisfy him, Cat becomes very self-conscious.
Bones won’t have that. With the troublemaking vampire progeny downstairs, he takes his lovely Cat to bed and decides to show her what he likes to do with just her. He uses his fangs in ways that make every Night Huntress fan cite Chapter 32 as an all-time favorite, myself included. In addition to the overwhelming pleasure happening physically, Cat gets the emotional lift of knowing Bones is making things loud enough that everyone knows he belongs to her.
Bones’s mouth left my thigh, which was throbbing so hard, it felt like my artery was trying to shove his juices through my veins. I didn’t even have time to catch my breath when a dominating lick deep within me took it away. With his arm under my hips, he pressed me closer, his mouth greedily ravishing my pink flesh. My head fell back while my moans got even louder. Another climax drew near, accelerated by his tongue swirling and stabbing inside me, and then he abruptly stopped.
“Not yet!” I cried in blind need.
Bones’s arms hardened around me until I was immobilized from the waist down. A rasp of his mouth against my flesh made me tremble, and then he sealed it over my clitoris and sucked slowly. Deliberately. Even through the numbing ecstasy, something about the way he did it darted trepidation inside me. He couldn’t mean to…?
There was a split second of clarity when I felt his fangs penetrate, and then nothing but what-hot fire. Dimly I felt more suction and heard ear-splitting shrieks, but couldn’t register who made them. One after the other the orgasms convulsed me, shattering me from the inside out. Everything burned and then exploded, only to burn again. Eventually I fell back into awareness, and found the frenzied cries to be coming from me.
Sexual Recovery at Underworld General Hospital in Larissa Ione’s Pleasure Unbound:
The very first sex scene in Larissa Ione’s Demonica series opener Pleasure Unbound is one readers can’t forget. Maybe it’s just because it’s our first taste of Ione’s captivating writing. Or maybe it’s more about introducing us to the idea of letting go. Tayla and Eidolon don’t realize what they’re doing until they’ve gotten hot and heavy in a hospital room.
These enemies then spend the rest of the book trying to work things out. OK, so Tayla is still on the “kill him” side and he’s on the “be mine” side—but it’s the beginning for sexual tension. Nothing makes being in a room harder than knowing you have sexual chemistry and being unable to do anything about it. This is what happens when they let their guards down.
He tore his mouth away from hers. “More?” With one powerful, dominating thrust, the bed scooted forward. “Tell me how much more.”
Speaking seemed like an impossibility when he lifted her hips against him and rode her harder and deeper, fueling the fire in her blood. “Like that,” she said between panting breaths. “Do it like that.”
Then suddenly, he was on his feet, still sheathed inside her, and she was wrapped around him as he carried her across the room. Her back slammed against a wall. Medical equipment rattled with the force of his enthusiasm.
The doctor had one hell of a bedside manner.
He rocked against her, sometimes fully withdrawing before plunging inside her again, sometimes going deep and driving short, hard strokes all the way to her womb. Pleasure ripped through her, almost shocking her with it’s severity. His fingers dug into her butt where he held her to him, and his teeth sank into her shoulder, holding her upper body immobile.
It was the most erotic thing she’d ever experienced.
Heat spread through her pelvis as his cock stroked and rubbed and if this weren’t a dream, she’d not believe how his shaft pulsed inside her.
Pressure built, squeezed her organs, and knotted her muscles. No man could feel this good.
She seized his hair and dragged his head up, made him look at her. Her breath caught. Passion and raw hunger and something even darker lurked in his eyes, but what stole the air from her lungs was the color. They’d been brown before, a bold, rich coffee.
Now, they were gold. Hypnotic, decadent. Twenty-four karat sex.
Oh, she loved this dream. This dream where her lover was walking sex, from his magic penis and hypnotic eyes to his skilled lips, fingers, and even his scent, which was something like dark chocolate, as though it had been designed to attract women.
“Come slayer,” he growled. “Ride me. Drench me.”
He twisted his hips, drove deep, and she cried out, so close to the summit that her entire body shook. There, there...yes! Oh, yes, she was almost there.
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While Chelsea Mueller runs Vampire Book Club, she won’t turn down a sexy werewolf, demon or faerie. Her appreciation of Alexander Skarsgard is well documented. Bother her on Twitter — @ChelseaVBC — she likes it.