All Chapters of Freakn' Shifters: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Ruth stirred, the morning light bugging her closed eyes. "About time you woke up, Ruthie." "Carlie. Is that you? I had the strangest dream," she murmured, turning on her lumpy mattress. God, she needed to shop for a new one. "I dreamt you were lost in the jungle and?" She didn't finish her sentence. Why would she when her fluttering eyes spotted the green canopy overhead? "It wasn't a dream," Carlie replied. "Apparently. But this also isn't the hut I went to sleep in." "You call that sleep?" Carlie snickered. Ruth didn't bother blushing. Not with her sister. "More like a climax coma then. How long was I out? And where are we?" she asked, peeking around at the trees and flora surrounding them. "Almost back to the real world. Here, drink this. It will help clear your head." "Are you sure? It's not, you know, poisoned or anything, is it?" Carlie laughed. "No. Your humanity is safe." Taking the cup, Ruth drank the cool liquid wit

Only back a few hours and already Ruth regretted it. Regretted the adventure ever had to end. Regretted not giving in to temptation one more time. Almost regretted her choice to get involved in the first place. But how was I to know I'd fall in love, and with two men? She'd not set out expecting to meet such great guys, or to indulge in the most mind-blowing sex imaginable. Now, however, after having tasted and experienced male perfection, how the hell would she ever date again? And a better question, how would she make it through the rest of her life never seeing Joel or Kendrick again? Tears tracked down her cheeks. She scrubbed at them, furious at herself. She knew this might happen. Warned herself not to get emotionally involved. To not fall for their pretty words and promises ? sensual touches and kisses ? knowing men would do or say anything for sex. They seemed so sincere though. Sniffle. With Carlie gone, it was up to Ruth to keep her spirits up and not

Joel held on by the barest thread. And he didn't know how because encased in Ruth's hot flesh, knowing she loved him, knowing she wanted him, made him the happiest man alive. And then it got better. Kendrick joined the circle, thrusting into her, and for a moment, as they both rested inside her body, her climaxing body, Joel felt something happen in him; something unfurled and reached out to touch ? their souls? He couldn't have said. But he wanted to keep touching it for as long as possible. His hands on her hips began to move her, sliding her back and forth on his cock, alternating his thrusts with Kendrick's, seesawing her sweet body as she gasped and moaned, her body caught in a climactic loop, a never-ending orgasm that had his hips pistoning faster and faster, his heart pounding too quick to count, then his whole world exploding. "I love you." He yelled it. Or thought it. It didn't matter, he knew she heard him. And returned it with a pulsing warmth of her own, a wave

Damn, I love her. Joel couldn't help the smile on his lips every time he looked, saw, or smelled his mate. Human or not, he wouldn't change a freakn' thing about Ruth. While his love for her might have started because of a chemical reaction exclusive to his kind, hers evolved out of a genuine like of him for him. To a boy, now a man, who fought for acceptance his whole life, the trust she placed in him, the love she sent his way, melted the ice he'd encased around his heart. His dad was still a dick. His mother still abandoned him. But someone loved him. Loved him and wanted him just the way he was. Screw fate. This was what love was all about. Acceptance, laughter, and trust. With a healthy dose of sex. "I'm not wearing underwear," she whispered in his ear. When the laughter erupted and Ruth realized her hushed comment greeted more ears than expected, she only turned three shades of red as she grumbled, "Darned wolves. I am so getting you all flea collars

Somewhere in the Lacandon jungle, a few days before Christmas ? Nothing screamed "Wake up, dumbass!" like regaining consciousness to the fluttery warmth of something breathing moist air into her face. A living, breathing entity, which smelled both earthy and spicy ? covered in tickly fur. In other words, something that didn't belong in the shelter with her. Panic took complete control of her body. Despite knowing it was the middle of the night and pitch black, Carlie's eyes flashed open to see the intruder. In retrospect, she perhaps should have feigned slumber, given she now stared into a pair of glowing eyes ? one golden, the other a clear blue. Had she forgotten to note they glared ? probably with murderous intent ? a few paltry inches from her face? Not a good distance when it came to wild animals, especially with no bars to separate them. Should she freak? There's a plan. Scream my face off, get eaten, and become a tiny blurb in the paper. On to option two ? call