All Chapters of Freakn' Shifters: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Despite the mini fight she had with Sheng about leaving the house, a fight she won, Jiao spent a fun evening with Naomi and Francine, who also ended up coming over for a girl's night. They talked a lot, well the she-wolves did, Jiao kind of listened, absorbing their stories, and envying their easy friendship. She didn't understand the name calling ? bitch, wench, skank ? but obviously, Naomi and Francine didn't take offense at the often derogatory terms uttered with affection and laughter. Best of all, they acted like Jiao was already an accepted part of their group and family. A foregone affair. Now if only she didn't have to lie to her new friends. Jiao did her best not to divulge too much; the less lies she told, the better. But evasions and misdirects didn't mean she completely escaped some uncomfortable moments such as when Naomi asked flat out how she and Jack got together. Jiao stuck to a partial truth. "We knew each other as children." "How do you think

Meeting Patricia at the restaurant, Sheng stuffed his damp hands in his pockets. Nervous? Him. About what? Surely he didn't care that much about the outcome of their talk. Jiao was the one who wanted things to change. Sheng didn't have a problem with the status quo. Or so he tried to convince himself while he ignored how Gina's face kept popping into his head ? wearing nothing but her cop hat and boots while swinging her cuffs. If Patricia thinks it's safe to drop the ruse, I could technically take the she-wolf up on her erotic offer. Sate himself with her body so that she ended up evicted from his fantasies. However, Gina wasn't his only reason for wanting to end the fake marriage. His sister needed a chance to find happiness, whether Sheng approved of her choice or not. He suspected Jiao snuck around behind his back and saw the wolf despite his orders. As if he couldn't smell the dog all over her. With fate intervening, Sheng knew he didn't have long before the inevitable

Need burned deep inside Chris. If he didn't sink into his woman and mark her soon, he'd probably go insane ? or burst. Or both. He'd thought himself blue balled after making her come on his tongue. Yeah, then she partially fulfilled one of his fantasies, shifting into a beautiful, sleek spotted cat, similar to a leopard, but like none he'd ever seen. Best part? She wanted him to catch her. He chased her. Oh the fun he had, trailing her through the woods. He would have enjoyed making love to her by the water, but he could see her trembling from the chill air. A protective need consumed him. If she required warmth, he'd give it to her because he definitely had heat to spare. His body fairly burned, but even ensconced in his arms, she shivered, although he would almost wager some of that had to do with desire, not just the cold. Not conceit, just plain fact. It didn't take them long to return to the house, their wild dash through the forest close to a full circuit. Not being

In the midst of doing some yoga, Gina, currently bent over with her arms extended, frowned. Who the heck knocked? She rarely got visitors, and forget surprise ones. To access the building a person needed a key or have someone buzz them in. The impatient rap came again. Curious, she unwound her body and padded over to the front door. Before opening it, she grabbed her gun off the sideboard and held it behind her before swinging open the portal. A cute, yet pissed off, Asian man pushed his way in past her. "Won't you come in?" she said, with all the sarcasm possible. "We need to talk," Jack growled. "Fine, but do you mine taking off your shoes first. I just vacuumed." Brows knitting together to form one annoyed slash, and lips tight, despite his annoyance, Jack bent over and removed his shoes. Grinning, she admired his ass as she slid her gun back into her junk basket. "Good pussycat. I don't suppose you'd let the pants follow?" Darn but she'd never kn

Gina must have died and gone to heaven, or so she assumed as she moaned and thrashed on her couch as she got the most amazing oral ever, and from the most straight laced of sources. Who would have guessed the passionate nature hiding behind the scowl? The deft tongue flicking across her clit, its gentle rasp an unexpected delight. She went straight from aroused, to the edge of orgasm in seconds. And then he purred. Holy. Freakn'. Hell. The vibration of his lips, and the sounds against her most sensitive of parts, sent her over the edge. Yelling and hips bucking, the climax tore through her body and left her just about comatose. But her pussycat wasn't done yet. He covered her body on the couch, inserting his hips between her thighs, the tip of his hard cock probing her still quivering sex. In he plunged. Hard, deep jabs, perfectly aimed shots that hit her g-spot and left her unable to catch her breath. A shame, because if she'd possessed an ounce of air in