Best Shifter Romance Novels & Stories

I blushed even harder, lowering my eyelashes in shyness. He gently gripped my chin and kissed me tenderly, transporting me to another world. I hastily removed his shirt and flung it away, pressing my chest against his as he showered me with loving kisses. As he trailed from my lips to my neck, I arched my back, tilting my head back to grant him complete access. Nibbling on my neck while massaging my breasts, he drove me wild with pleasure. I roamed my hands over his back, thoroughly enjoying the experience and moaning in ecstasy, anticipating his lips on my breasts.

I’d sworn myself off dating shifters because of how aggressive and bullheaded he could be. But now, with Bratt’s arms around me, his slow, steady breaths stirring my hair, and the gentle undulations of his chest rising and falling, I wondered if it wasn’t shifters I ought to be avoiding. Maybe I’d just met the worst of not only shifters but of men in general.

She smirked, her fingers dipping lower, tracing the contours of my abs. "I like that noise," she admitted, her voice a breathy whisper. "The way you take charge, the way you dominate. It's... exciting." I said nothing, allowing my actions to speak for me. My hands fisted in her shirt, pulling it from the confines of her jeans. Buttons popped free, scattering across the floor as I bared her torso, revealing the soft skin of her stomach, the full breasts still encased in silky fabric. Vivi's hands splayed across my chest, and she moaned as I trailed kisses down her jaw, her neck, and the sensitive skin below her ear. The scent of her desire was almost overwhelming, and I felt the bond between

Not to mention if someone else caught me. Shifting is only allowed in an emergency to fight for territory and strictly speaking, here in Cali is not my territory. My panties are wet from being in close proximity to Blake and inhaling his pine fragrance with a hint of cinnamon. My nose never lets me down and those pheromones are easy to pick up. Shifters like myself have heightened senses. There’s nothing for it, I feel too aroused to get any sleep. I have to do something about it. My clit is begging to be touched and right now I kind of wish it was Blake touching me with his long fingers.

“To whatever is watching us.” ​The bond flared again, hot and blinding, as if it were trying to lock itself into the architecture of reality faster than the shadow could react. Kieran hissed in pain, his muscles locking. “It’s pulling harder now.” ​“Not pulling,” I said, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. “It’s bracing. Like it knows something is about to hit us.” ​The shadow shifted again. And this time, it felt like a step. Not through the doorway, but against it.

It was the Shifter equivalent to Latin. He kissed my temple. "Tell that to my mother, she made us all learn it." I laughed. "Even Stacey?" He chuckled. "Stacey is better at it than me." He admitted. I giggled as he went to close the book, I put my hand out to stop him, my hand trailing the page of prints. "Do you think the Foxen asked for others?" I could image Annie being the only Shifter kind, she'd be very lonely. She loved the playfulness of Bears, speed of Lions, the stern nature of Wolves.

Instead of answering, Kai reached out and brushed his thumb over the corner of Logan’s mouth, trying to wipe away whatever it was. “Stay,” Kai murmured, tilting his head as if to get a better angle. Before Logan could react, Kai leaned in closer, pressing a little harder to remove the stubborn smudge. Their faces were inches apart now, their breath mingling while Logan's heart pounded. The door handle rattled open and Jared strode in without warning, his eyes landing directly on them—Kai practically on top of Logan, with their faces almost touching. Jared's eyebrows furrowed in anger, before seething; “You dirty whore!”

After the war between humans and shifters, an alliance was formed to keep the peace. The price? Daughters of the human nobility had to choose a shifter as their mate. The first half-blood born from this union would become the new ruler, ensuring that peace would last. As the eldest daughter of the Morrison family, I was the first to be chosen. But right after I chose the wolf Alpha, Calvin, I saw a vision on our engagement day. Because I failed to conceive after six months, Calvin locked me in a cage, determined to use me as a vessel for his pure bloodline. After I finally gave birth to the prophesied hybrid, my sister, Trina, appeared, claiming she wanted to take care of me. But the truth

I’m surprised the whole tension hasn’t paused my rocking hip because my heart has stopped beating for a moment there. I swallow past the clog in my mouth, letting my fingers drift into his quiffed salt and pepper hair. He’s so hot I want to call him zaddy. Only I can’t talk. I don’t want to give him that luxury. “I love how your tits look…” I expected him to feast on them, but Shark only kissed through the valley of my breasts, heading down to my torso. He arches my back; it’s a miracle I don’t break in two.

A small shiver danced down Brandons spin as he recalled having Ezekiel's warm gentle hands skinning along his chest, caressing old scars, sharing affection in a way Brandon hadn't known before. It was maddening...but the view overall wasn't totally without its perks. Most of the time he caught himself.....just looking at the Guardian. The Shifter was sinfully attractive. He always was, but Brandon felt the pull to look at him most when they were alone and when the Shifter smiled so carelessly and kindly as he worked. Standing in his plaid sleeveless shirt with low riding jeans and boots in the sunlight that turned his blue eyes into glassy jewels it was a losing battle where Brandon only end