All Chapters of Freakn' Shifters: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Years later? Figured her car would decide to die without warning, probably because the warranty on it ran out the week before. "Stupid piece of crap." Francine slapped the steering wheel and got out of her car. She glared at the offending piece of junk, wondering just how she would now make it to her best friend's baby shower in time. Sure, she could have stripped and turned furry, running the rest of the way, but then how would she carry the damned present she bought for the occasion? Arriving empty handed seemed so gauche no matter the reason. And, given the awkward size of the gift, she couldn't exactly carry it in her canine mouth. Sighing, she yanked out her cell phone, only to curse at the black screen. She'd forgotten to charge it-again. "Great, just freakn' great. Now what the hell am I supposed to do?" Hands on her hips, she peered up and down the road, still at least three miles from where she needed to go. Just her luck, she didn't spot hide nor hair

Francine couldn't stop herself from gaping at the wrestling men. She still couldn't quite grasp what happened. If I didn't know better, I'd say Mitchell was jealous. Crazy, of course. He'd made it perfectly clear he didn't think of her that way. What didn't surprise her was the way he'd yelled at her just like he would with his sister Naomi. A part of her wished she could dislike him. After all, look at the way he'd just treated her, and in front of the gorgeous looking stranger who rescued her. Heck, his reluctance to even be in the same room as her should have made kicking him to the curb a cinch. But, she couldn't stop her heart from beating faster, and her cleft from moistening as she watched the two big men trading blows. If only they would get naked as they fought. Talk about real entertainment. "Not even here two minutes and already causing trouble, I see," her friend announced, coming down the steps, her belly leading the way. Behind Naomi strode Javier, his step li

Annoyed, but unable to figure out the exact cause, Mitchell stalked home and flopped full length on his parents' couch, trying not to feel like such a coward for fleeing. For years it became second nature to avoid Francine, but tonight, actually seeing her, smelling her for the first time since their teen years, he discovered something he never expected. She's hot! Actually, more than hot; sexy, curvy and with an enticing aroma that made him want to sink to his knees and bay at her like he'd worship the moon. It seemed almost sick to think it. Little pig-tailed Francine, pain in his ass, with her shrill voice, raucous ways, and determined chasing, had gone from annoying pest to luscious beauty. Even closing his eyes, he couldn't erase the sight of her from his mind, but in his mental vision, she wore nothing, just some freckles begging that he count them with his lips. Cock hardening, he jumped up from the couch and paced. Wrong, so wrong. A temporary aberration because he'

Alejandro tossed and turned on the couch after Francine went to bed. What possessed him to ask her to pretend date him? And so she could snag that idiot wolf! The lady deserved better than some dog who lacked the ability to recognize the true beauty right in front of him. If it were him, he'd fall to his knees and worship the fiery goddess who could moan so deliciously. God, when she'd faked that orgasm, Alejandro almost leapt over the counter, ready to bend her over and sink his cock into her pussy. More shocking, his cat almost made him follow his visual fantasy, but with one added element, his teeth sinking into her flesh and marking her. She's not meant for me. Or so he kept telling himself as he shifted position, trying to ignore his rigid cock. The willpower it took not to follow her upstairs, or beg for a kiss, almost killed him. He'd never felt a desire this fierce before, and he'd never had to fight his beast for control. Could she be the one? He knew his fat

Driving with the sexy wolf on the back of his bike was pure torture. It didn't help he had to stuff his hard-on into his leather pants of the day before. And unfortunately for him, jerking off in the shower that morning before she came down hadn't made the situation any better, not when he kept replaying her words of the night before. So much for thinking of her as a sweet, delicate thing. She still appeared it, but owned a delightful potty mouth that could drop a man to his knees. And she knew it too. Brat. Much as he ached from wanting to have her-naked in a variety of positions-he couldn't deny how much he also enjoyed her presence and quick wit. He rarely came across women who could resist him when he poured on the charm. More intriguing, he could tell she desired him. She couldn't completely hide the scent of her lust or the bright hunger in her eyes. And yet, she seemed to have no problem keeping him at bay, and her hands to herself. Such a shame, which of course was why he