All Chapters of Freakn' Shifters: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Carlie really tried to hold on to her anger at her abductors-slash-husbands. After all, they forced her to travel with her drugged sister, claiming it was better for her as she wouldn't panic and they'd make better time. As for the two guys they kept tied and blindfolded, Acat had this to say: "The sleeping powder doesn't affect them. They're shifters and their metabolism is strong enough to nullify its effect almost immediately." "It worked on me," she grumbled. "It used to. I doubt it will anymore." For some reason, that perked her right up. It was also just one of many shape-shifter facts they taught her as they traveled. "So, when I'm a jaguar," she asked during a question and answer period she initiated. "I hunt things, and eat them. Are those things still like in my stomach when I change back? If I yak, would it come out?" Acat didn't deign to reply, his disdain clear for questions he thought of as frivolous. Chaob, a shadow of a smirk in his l

Holy. Freakn'. Orgasm. Carlie recovered her wits God knew how long later. Even then, she couldn't really move. Didn't want to. She'd heard of explosive sex, enjoyed some good times in the past, but experienced even better times with Acat and Chaob. But what they did ? How they managed to both be inside her. Both fucking and coming and ? She preferred not to dwell on the mechanics of it, even as she couldn't help an after quiver of delight. Whatever and however they did it, one thing became clear. They've spoiled me for anyone else. Bastards. They probably knew it, too. Worse, she couldn't muster the energy to hate them for it. Actually, she felt rather smug. And happy. Dare she even say affectionate? At every turn they seemed determined to please her, challenge her, and treat her like a woman, this despite her demands to the contrary. They saw past her independent words and ways, gave her exactly what she needed, even if she hadn't known she needed it. In other words,

Carlie expected anger to hit her any minute. How could it not? She'd just discovered her wild warriors ? of the tiny loincloths ? not only had a secret life outside the jungle, they had a better one than the life she'd left behind. Or at least more luxurious. When she'd seen the piece of crap on four wheels they expected to take them into town, she'd wondered what to expect. She'd had pretty low expectations, actually. Then they nonchalantly tossed the tidbit about owning land, and lots of it. It was then, as she rubbed the soft material of the dress, still with the tag on it ? more pesos than she would have thought to pay ? she started to grasp just how much she misjudged her mates, just how much they'd fooled her. Ensconced in their penthouse, the height of luxury around her, she had to wonder, where was the anger? She should have yelled at them for ? what? Being rich and bringing her to the city like she asked? Get mad for soaping her and letting their lips travel her bo

Months later? Kicking off her heels, Carlie padded into the living room, and Acat couldn't help but smile upon seeing her. To think once upon a time, he'd thought to cage this wild and perfect beauty. Thankfully, Chaob showed him the way. The gods truly blessed him when they chose her as his bride. "Did you enjoy your afternoon?" he asked as she continued to smile mysteriously. "I did. Is Chaob here?" "I am," her other husband replied, sticking his head out of the bedroom, his hair still damp from a shower. "Is something amiss?" "Nope. But I have news that I think you'll want to hear." Wandering out barefoot, dressed only in a towel, Chaob slid onto the couch, a wary look on his face as Carlie paced before them. Acat's inner beast roused, tail twitching, excited, but about what, Acat couldn't discern. "So, remember how I've been studying the plants and water in and around the village?" "Yes." "And found nothing." "Yes." Acat s

It took another hour of explaining, more pie, a few cookies, and promises to keep them in the loop before Stu's family let her leave with him. He, on the other hand, didn't say much. He just sat back and watched Patricia. It should have creeped her out. Instead, Patricia found herself all too aware of him, and she didn't like it one bit. Only once before had she felt that level of awareness, that electric shock of recognition. That hadn't turned out well for her in the end. So this time, despite the urging of her cougar, she ignored it. Not an easy task. Once she got Stu alone, she'd hoped to regain her equilibrium, but failed. Heck, she had to fight the urge to roll down all the windows and stick her head out the open space to suck in fresh air. It wasn't that the guy in the backseat of her cruiser stank. On the contrary, Stu smelled good. Really good. Tempting. He also smelled like trouble. Because if my nose is not mistaken and my cougar can be believed, then he's my freakn' m