All Chapters of Freakn' Shifters: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Chris went to work on Tuesday, Jack having made it abundantly clear that Monday was a holiday. The house stood silent when he entered, Jack and Jill already gone to their respective jobs. The lingering scent of his mate tickled him, reminded him of their aborted embrace and he wanted to pound something in frustration. How to win her when Chris couldn't even see her? He'd yet to find an answer to that question even though he'd pondered it incessantly since his kiss with Jill. Forty hours and sixteen minutes since he'd seen her, and he couldn't forget the taste of her. The torrid embrace also ramped up his dreams a notch, taking him from fantasy flirtation to full blown erotic feast. But his mind wrought fantasies, fun as they were, didn't compare to the real thing. Not to mention the consequences of his wet dreams. He'd now washed his sheets for five days in a row to his brother's amusement. He hated it, but at the same time, as soon as his head hit the pillow, he craved the

Devouring her lips, lost in sensation heaven, Chris would have promised Jill anything, especially after hearing he wouldn't have to share her. His elation over that small fact, though, couldn't completely stem his annoyance in other matters. For example, her reluctance to split from Jack. She didn't love the guy. He wasn't her mate. So why did she hesitate? What wasn't she telling him? All questions he should have demanded answers to, however, animal need drove him. With his passion overtaking his common sense, all he wanted was to taste her. Touch her. Imprint himself on her so that she would know who she truly belonged to. Me. And only me. Figured the damned phone would interrupt again. To his immense male satisfaction, when he broke the kiss and leaned back, she stood with her eyes closed, lips parted, completely lost in the moment. "Shouldn't you answer that?" he teased. Cheeks flushing from pink to red, she fumbled her phone out. "Give me a second." Back tu

Sleep. What a concept, Sheng thought as he said goodbye and hung up with his ailing sister who intended to go straight home for some shut eye. He'd barely gotten any since the disastrous Thanksgiving dinner. He couldn't have explained why, but the she-wolf, Gina, just wouldn't leave his thoughts. Worse, she kept invading them with an inviting smile and no clothes. No amount of masturbation, self-castigation, or chastising speeches to himself seemed to help. His obsession for the wolf wouldn't abate. And it was frankly really starting to piss him off. How dare Gina turn his carefully controlled world into chaos? Why did he lust after her too curvy body barely covered in her scanty clothes? And her speech? Vulgar, outrageous, husky and sexy. Thank God he wouldn't have to worry about running into her again. It wasn't like he'd go back for another dinner at the Grayson house, no matter how much Jiao begged. Out of sight, eventually out of mind. Or that was the theory he c

Caught in the car, windows up, with a she-wolf whose scent teased him mercilessly, Sheng suffered the cruelest torment. Why me? Why her? Of all the places she chose to car shop, of all the people to walk in, it had to be her. He tried to find his composure, his cool attitude, but in the face of her taunts, grins and her damnable presence, he couldn't keep it for long. Wanting to get rid of her as soon as possible ? screw the sale ? he no longer touted the car's features. But she didn't seem to notice or care as she weaved in and out of traffic on highway four seventeen heading westbound. He assumed she knew where she went, and if she didn't, then the handy built in navigation system would. Kilometers from the city, she exited on Carp Road, heading north, a barren stretch with few businesses and even fewer houses. Without pausing, she turned left at a side road, then right on an unpaved one before pulling over completely. "Why are we stopping?" "Time to test the trunk

Stopping the giggle proved much too hard despite Chris's pleading look for help. How could Jiao not laugh until tears pricked her eyes at the sight of her big and strong wolf? He was the picture of a male out of his element and steps away from full blown panic. He sported a half dressed baby on each hip, hair in a mussed tangle on his head, eyes wide through the layer of powder on his face, and as for the steaming layer of vomit on his foot? Funniest thing ever. Laughter bubbled forth, a belly laugh like Jiao couldn't ever recall. She snorted and giggled so hard, her eyes watered and she hiccupped for breath. "It's not that funny," Chris growled. Risking a peek at him, while trying to stifle her mirth, she saw him wince as one baby drooled on his arm. It set her off again. With a shake of her head, Naomi, grabbed a squealing baby, slapped a diaper on and handed the child back to Chris who'd just straightened after wiping his foot off with his filthy shirt.