Pyte/Sentinel

Camping Trip: Part XI

“Break the fucking door down!” Caine screamed, terrified that if they didn’t break down that door soon that Danni would-

“Oh, fuck yes!” he groaned seconds later, helpless to do anything else when his mate, locked her beautiful red eyes on him as use the hold she had on his cock and brought the tip up and wrapped her very talented lips around the tip, just enough so that she could wrap her lips around his piercing and suckle, forcing his exhausted cock to beg for… Read More

Camping Trip X

“Mine,” that terrifying growl came again as incredible beautiful red eyes locked on him.

“Danni?” he asked, not really sure what he was asking since her scent told him everything that he needed to know and apparently his cock was definitely onboard with absolutely anything and everything that she might have in mind, but part of him, an incredibly small part of him, wasn’t sure that they should be doing this.

“Mine!” she growled again, reminding him of the reason that this just might not be such a good idea.

“Danni, why don’t we go back in the shower?” he suggested, wincing… Read More

Camping Trip IX

“Calm the fuck down!” Eric snapped over the phone while Caine was forced to reach over and grab hold of the doorframe and crush it until pieces of wood, dust and plaster crumbled beneath his hand as he struggled to keep it together, but damn near impossible to do while he was forced to stand over his mate and watch as she sat in the tub, hugging her legs tightly to her chest and laid her head on her knees, trembling as she struggled to deal with whatever hell her body was putting her through while he stood there… Read More

Camping Trip: Part VIII

Maybe she should have taken him back to the mansion instead, Danni absently thought as she discretely slapped Caine’s hand away when it made another attempt to grab her breast.

Maybe not, she decided when he released a vicious growl as he went in for another grab, forcing her to slap his hand away even as she smoothly stepped in front of him, coming between him and the visibly frightened man, staring at them in mute horror as he limply held out a worn copper key attached to a cheap off-white, warped keychain that had seen better days.

“Thank you,” she… Read More

Camping Trip VII

“Mine,” Caine snarled, reaching for her with a menacing growl that had her cringing on behalf of the large bastard holding her, but before Caine could follow through with the threat that was so clearly radiating from his incredibly sexy red-eyed glare, the man holding her tossed her away with a chuckle.

“You must be Danni,” the bastard, who’d tossed her without any warning to her sex-crazed mate, said, sounding amused and earning a red-eyed glare of her own.

“Mine!” Caine snarled, narrowing his eyes on the newcomer as he adjusted her in his arms and held her closer, squeezing her… Read More

Camping Trip VI

“We can talk about this!” Danni yelled over her shoulder, wondering why she was running.

The hungry growl was the only reminder that she needed to get her ass moving faster. One minute she’d been mesmerized by the muscles working in his right arm as he lazily stroked himself and the next…

The next she was running through the woods away from her mate and wondering when the hell he’d lost his goddamn mind. She stopped wondering the second that she caught his scent and knew that this one was definitely on her. Whatever scent her body was giving off, and… Read More

Camping Trip V & News About HFH Series

“You want them to scent us?” Danni repeated back slowly even as her beautiful eyes shifted red and focused on his hand, which was currently stroking the hard-on he’d been fighting all day since he’d scented her hormones begin to shift this morning.

It had taken everything he’d had to keep his hands off her this morning when all he wanted to do was to bend her over and fuck her every time he caught so much as a hint of her scent. Christ, he’d thought she’d smelled good before, but now that everything was in working order and her… Read More

Camping Trip: Part IV

“And what exactly are we doing?” she couldn’t help but ask when Caine pulled off to the side of the road and parked beside a thick copse of trees.

“Compromising,” was all he said before he turned off the engine, pocketed the keys and jumped out of the truck, leaving her sitting there wondering how driving to the opposite side of town during a full moon was a compromise when they should be waiting with the others to make sure that the Pack didn’t get too close to town.

Torn between embarrassment and curiosity, she decided to sit there for a… Read More

Camping Trip: Part III

“A little to the right,” Chris said with an exaggerated sigh of pleasure, earning a curse from him as he grabbed the hand reaching for his son’s throat and yanked it back, twisted it and used the hold to pull the seriously pissed off Shifter off his son, who even Ephraim had to admit had this one coming.

“Just let me kill him!” Kale said, coming as close to begging as Ephraim had ever heard, letting him know just how far his son had managed to push the shifter with his typical… Read More

Camping Trip: Part II

“Well, this is just fucking terrific,” Chris said, looking across the fire at the two men that he was spending Father’s Day with instead of his mate and children.

“We didn’t have a choice,” his father said, picking up a small twig and tossed it in the roaring fire that they’d started an hour ago when they’d realized that this wasn’t going to be a simple mission, not when they were now short two people thanks to the asshole glaring at him.

“He could have come back after dropping her off,” he bit out, knowing that he was pouting and not… Read More