Best Shifter Romance Novels & Stories

I listen until I hear a door open and sounds of their little make out session quiet down. I spent some time in Louisiana, and while there are wolf packs there, it’s more likely that he was a fox or maybe even a coyote shifter. Either way, I wait until I hear the sounds of the woman screaming her pleasure before I crawl back into bed with Grace. Her warm body immediately curls up next to mine. She throws her leg across my body, and I can’t help the instant reaction. I’m rock hard, my dick pinned against my stomach by her leg. Every time she shifts, it adds to the discomfort and the need for my mate that has been building inside me since I found her. I won’t be getting any sleep like this, but

“Male wolf shifters have a bulge at the base of their erections that get stuck in the female shifter. It’s called knotting. You could just not get that bulge anywhere near me, right? Then you could just pull out before you come. It shouldn’t be any different from if you were human. ” “Xeraphina, ‘My Heart’” he calls me, his hand finding its way to my drenched clit. The fated mate bond has me all riled up. Sparks cascading throughout every nerve and cell in my body. Hell, he hasn’t even touched me down there yet. He’s being all slow about it and I’m on the verge of coming, anyway.

As they continued to discuss the unconventional romance novel, her thoughts kept circling back to the notion of a bond so profound that it transcended the ordinary. "Marcus," she began tentatively, "what exactly is a True Mate? Is it like a soulmate?” The man glanced at her, a thoughtful expression on his face. "A True Mate is a term we use in the shifter community. You’re right that it’s like a soulmate, but the bond is deeper, more primal. It's something your inner beast recognizes the instant you meet them. It's like a magnetic pull, and you just know that this person is meant for you."

I’m not scared as such; I am a little worried that Orrin’s mother won’t like me, thus making things difficult for me. No one can ignore the mating call when it hits them, and it has hit me, I’ll admit that. There’s no need for me to double-check how Orrin feels. When it comes to me, he’s already wearing his heart on his sleeve. I only hope his family can see that there is something special between us. All of this might seem soon to most, but love between shifters is instant; when it hits, it hits. Time stands still, and the nagging feeling inside cannot be contained. The only way to make the pain and longing go away is to give into it.

If I could meet him again, I will gladly let him rocked his hips against mine. It wasn't my first wild night, frankly, it was one of the many nights I spent going to the club. But it was the first time ever I had sex with a stranger in a club's restroom. I definitely would feel ashamed if I ever get to meet him again, but I wouldn't be ashamed if I get to meet him at the club again. But anywhere else would be a complete disaster, he wouldn't know I was totally heartbroken that night. I don't regret the sex, if I have another chance I would do it over a million more times.

I can only stare at my stupid shoes, the nicest ones I have and still too cheap for this place. “What has you frightened now?” he asks. “I don’t know how real mates behave,” I confess. “Is there something chemical between them that I can’t replicate? What if I mess up this whole act without even realizing it?” “It's not that complicated.” “Easy for you to say.” “Let's start with this.” He closes the distance between us in a single, deliberate step. “Wolf shifters crave touch.” His fingers brush the outside of my arm, then linger. “Simple gestures. Points of contact here and there.”

Standing on the mattress my chest, hoisted upwards in my lace bra was very close to his face, indeed I could feel his breath on my chest as he looked down to untie the knot. Looking down at his busy hands I couldn’t help but admire the very obvious bulge in his pants, my eyes were drawn to its shape, the way it had felt so solid against my stomach. I knew about the act of course, I know what happens between humans, but what of the rumours that a shifter's sheer size, ferocity, can kill a woman? Am I truly that turned on right now I would tempt death for a taste of such pleasure from Ivan? Right now, it’s fifty-fifty. All rational sense has left my mind. I want a shifter to ravage me, the ver

But nope, no joy. I skipped dinner, and the last light faded from the sky outside. I’m curled up in bed reading my latest guilty pleasure, a shifter romance called Mates and Memories where the princess loses her memories and becomes a better person. That’s what Enzi needs: someone to smack him on the head, knock his memories loose, declare him a nothing omega, and with some luck, he’d learn some humility like the Princess in this particular story. A girl can dream right?! I feel like he has it in him to be a decent person, sometimes I see hints of it.

Being with shifter mates was terrible on her sexual needs. Hunter chuckled, “I can’t quite read your thoughts, Love. But I can tell you’re frustrated. When this is all done, we’ll go on holiday somewhere, ok?” She smiled happily, “you tease! But I’m going to hold you to that. A few days on a beach with the two of you sounds wonderful.”

The downside of having a sharp nose. "Yes, Vanessa?" "You have a call from Garrett. No last name. I wouldn't bother you, but you said to put him through--" "I'll take it." Ever since Kylie sparred with her, my secretary's been subdued. I still get rock hard when I think of the encounter. If Kylie was a shifter, she'd be an Alpha female. Perfect for my wolf. Strong enough to stand up to my rule, sexy enough to keep me hard, just thinking of putting my cock in her. Of long nights running under the full moon. Just the two of us at first, but one day, there'd be pups...