Have you met The Sentinels?

They are sexy, hot-blooded shapeshifters, remnants of a once thriving pack

Book One: The Edge of Morning
When he lifted his head, she was panting, her brain foggy, her hands still clutching at him in an attempt to keep herself centred. Without saying a word, he slid the soft fabric of her T-shirt up until her pale blue, lacy bra was exposed. His head bent, and his mouth captured a nipple, fabric and all, the touch more erotic because of it. He nipped the swelling bud with sharp teeth, then soothed it with his rough tongue, and the tiny shards of pain were like little pinpricks of pleasure.
After he had teased one nipple to the point of almost painful hardness, he turned his attention to the other. Sierra tilted her head back, thrusting her breasts up at him. His large hand supported her at the middle of her back while his mouth worked its erotic magic. She couldn’t help wriggling on his lap, loving the feel of his rigid shaft against the cheeks of her ass.
What was happening to her? She had always enjoyed sex but never been suffused with such uncontrolled wantonness. She wanted to rip off their clothes and feel their naked bodies together.
As if he could read her mind, Luke chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers skittering along her spine. His nimble fingers unclasped her bra, then it was gone, leaving her breasts completely bare to his assault. He cupped one breast in his palm and took little nips of the creamy flesh, tiny bites that he then swept his tongue over, just as he’d done with her nipples.
By the time he finished his attention on both breasts, Sierra was a screaming mass of need, her crotch soaked and her pussy quivering to be invaded.
“Look at me, Sierra.” His voice was warm yet demanding.
She opened her eyes and stared into his golden ones. She could almost see her reflection in them.
“I’m going go take off the rest of your clothes now, so I can see every inch of your body. Every inch. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
As if in a trance, hypnotised by his voice, she nodded.
“Are you afraid of me, Sierra?”
“N-no.” She swallowed and tried again. “No. I’m not.”
“Good. Because if you to do everything I tell you to, I promise I will give you pleasure unlike anything you’ve known before. All right?”
“Yes.” Short answers were all she could manage. Her body was on fire, and she wanted him to stop talking and do something about it.
Book Two: Night Moves
His large, warm hands came to rest on her shoulders, and his head bent so their lips almost touched.
“I know this is crazy, not to mention unprofessional, and you have every right to kick me out of here. But if you don’t, I’m going to fuck your brains out until neither of us can move. So which is it, Regan? Stay or go?”
She couldn’t speak, merely lifting her head a fraction of an inch until their lips touched. The kiss exploded, his tongue tracing the line of her mouth, forcing her lips apart, sweeping inside to find her own small tongue and wrapping his around it, sucking it into his mouth. Her head reeled and pulses she didn’t even know she had came to life. His hands found her breasts beneath the thin material of her blouse, squeezing and plumping them, his fingers pinching nipples now almost painfully swollen.
“I have to have you.” His voice was harsh, thick with need as he lifted his mouth from hers. “Right here. Right now.”
“Yes.” She barely got the word out before he was stripping her clothes off, dropping them into a heap on the floor. Seconds more and he was out of his own clothing, pressing her against the kitchen wall and dropping to his knees in front of her. Lean fingers separated her thighs. He bent his head and swiped the length of her slit with his tongue. She shook with sensation, a mewling sound coming from the back of her throat.
Calloused thumbs pressed her labia open, and his tongue invaded her inner lips, then circled the opening of her cunt with the tip. She shivered at his touch, her cream poured into his mouth and her inner walls fluttered in response. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she clutched them for balance, feeling the flex of hard muscle beneath his warm skin. Her head fell back, hitting the wall, but she couldn’t have cared less. All she could focus on was that hot, wicked tongue doing clever things to her cunt. She rocked her hips forward, urging him to plunge his tongue inside her.
When he did, she couldn’t restrain the tiny shudders that raced through her, pulling at her, drawing more liquid from her. Her hands tightened on his shoulders, fingers digging into his flesh, as one spasm built on another. When he bit down lightly on her clit, her whole body tried to clench, but Brian was relentless, not giving her a moment to catch her breath.
As each spasm died down, he lapped at her, probing her with his tongue and tormenting her clit until the convulsions raced through her again. She wanted to squeeze her legs together, to push herself over the final ledge into space, but his hands kept her thighs far apart and her cunt open to his marauding mouth.
When he released her and rose to his full height, his chin glistening with her cream, she wanted to scream at him to do it more. Again. Harder. He kissed her, thrusting his tongue coated with her taste inside her mouth. This time when he broke the kiss, he lifted her into his arms.
“Bedroom,” he growled, his voice low and rough.
“Upstairs,” she gasped. “First door.”

Book Three: Dark Stranger
Kelsey parked in the small area next to the cabin and waited while Mack parked next to her. She trembled slightly as she led him up the two steps to the porch, and her fingers shook so badly she nearly dropped the keys. Inside the door, she flipped the switch that turned on a small lamp then started towards the fireplace to get a blaze started, but Mack’s strong hands grasped her arms and turned her to face him.
His face was bare inches from hers. “Last chance to change your mind.”
Not likely.
Mutely, she shook her head.
When his mouth came down on hers, it was like kissing a live wire. The electricity of it stunned her, sending shock waves through her body. It definitely wasn’t a gentle kiss. Rather it was ravenous, as if he wanted to devour her mouth. His tongue pressed the seam of her lips until she opened for him then swept inside like a marauding predator.
It brushed across her teeth, the inside of her lips and cheeks, , then twisted with her own tongue so she couldn’t tell one from the other. Mack’s hands pressed her to him. Her breasts ached unbearably, the nipples tingly as if a thousand tiny pins poked them. And the muscles in her cunt clenched and quivered while her juices flooded her already soaked panties.
One hand gripped a cheek of her ass, pulling her against him, while the other played a magic tune on her spine. Kelsey lifted her arms and wrapped them around his neck as he continued to feed on her mouth. She was dizzy with desire, her knees wobbling, her body melting into his. Through their clothes, she could feel the hard ridge of his erection and knew he would be enormous and thick.
They broke the kiss only to drag air into their deprived lungs. Kelsey looked at Mack with glazed eyes, wrapped in a fog of lust.
“I-I should light the fireplace,” she stammered, wondering if she could even walk to it.
“I’ll do it.” He lifted her in his arms and carried her to the couch facing the fireplace. “Don’t move,” he ordered.
As if she could.
When the fire was a bright roaring combination of orange and red, he came back to her and slowly began to remove her clothing. First her sweater, dragged over head and tossed to the side, then her jeans. She watched his eyes rake over her, eating her up beforfe he lay down beside her on the wide couch. His gaze fastened on the silk and lace bra that covered her full breasts then bent his head and captured a nipple in his mouth, fabric and all. His teeth closed with a light touch over the stiff point, tugging on it as a new kind of heat radiated straight to her womb. He palmed her other breast, squeezing and rubbing it, the friction caused by the fabric enhancing the feel of his touch.
Kelsey twisted against the sensations, but he threw one leg over both of hers, effectively trapping her in place. Moving his mouth to the other nipple, he gave it the same treatment until she wanted to beg to feel his lips on her bare skin. When he finally flicked open the front clasp of the bra with a deft twist of his fingers and tugged it from her body, she arched to raise her breasts to his touch.
The feel of his tongue on her bare skin was an unbelievable pleasure. The wetness of his mouth was cooling on her heated skin. He flicked the tip from one hardened bud to the other, teasing each one until Kelsey didn’t think they could get any harder. The throbbing in her pussy ratcheted up like an insistent drumbeat. She moaned, a light sound that escaped from her throat and floated in the air as his teeth nipped first one nipple, then the other.
“Take off your clothes,” she whispered. “I want to feel your skin against me.”
Mack lifted his body just enough to yank his sweater over his head and toss it to the side. Then the fine hair of his chest was rasping the sensitive skin of her breasts while his tongue traced circles at the hollow of her throat. He shifted his chest back and forth in a slight movement, but it was enough to swamp her with a flood of new sensations.

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