Lahat ng Kabanata ng Freakn' Shifters: Kabanata 171 - Kabanata 180

This is so not cool. And not because of the lack of air conditioning, even if Carlie could have used a really cold blast of something. Nope. Her problem went beyond the sweat pouring from her, not all of it a result of the jungle, but more because of the predicament in which she found herself. Hanging upside down over a broad shoulder, a very bare shoulder, arms dangling and her shirt barely holding on ? yeah, not exactly a promising situation. Waking up from a weird dream only to discover part of it wasn't a fabrication of her mind was enough to rattle anyone's composure, especially when the last thing she recalled was the eyes of the jaguar suddenly appearing in the face of a man. Had she dreamt the entire thing? Imagined the soft fur and feline face? There was certainly nothing furry about her captors now. Smooth, tanned skin covered her kidnapper all over except for his head where a thick mass of hair hung down past his shoulders, twitching in time to his movement. Intr

"I wish someone would tell us something!" More than once, Carlie muttered it aloud and in her head. The not knowing just about drove her crazy. Jungle capture 101. Be careful what you wish for. Frustrated after hours of nothing except speculation, which she shared with the other captives of their fate, Carlie could almost regret her words when the only door suddenly opened and a large group of mostly naked men ? imposing males with rippling muscles, swirling long hair, and intent expressions ? came to surround them. Her tension eased somewhat as she recognized two. Mr. Kitty and Golden Grin. Still wearing only their skimpy loincloths, and hotter than she remembered, their silence did more to ramp up her anxiety than ease it. For better or worse, it seemed she'd finally learn her fate, or so she assumed as they gestured to the door. "I am not going anywhere until you tell me what's going on. And don't tell me you don't understand. I'm not completely oblivious. I can te

For the third night in a row, the thumps and grunts resumed, overcoming the nighttime symphony of the jungle. Carlie wondered what it meant, or if it even concerned her and the two other girls taken from camp. It wasn't as if anyone told them anything since their captors last dumped them in their prison, a nice prison as cells went. Light, airy, and clean, it actually proved more comfortable than her tent and sleeping bag, but nice accommodations didn't excuse the locked door and loss of freedom. The last time she'd seen someone other than her roommates was when Golden Grin and Mr. Kitty took her freakn' ass back up that crazy tree and into the hut nestled among the boughs. When she'd finally dared open her eyes again, lest the view make her puke, her golden-eyed captor caught her gaze, the mirth in it easy to read. Language barrier be damned, he understood the waggled middle finger's intent when she flung it his way. What did the strange dance by the naked old guy mean? Wa

Chaob stared in consternation at the vomit covering his groin. "She puked on me." "That she did." "That's not supposed to happen, is it?" Acat shrugged, his casual expression belied by the concern in his eyes as he checked over their bride. "Grandfather said the potion makes the females ill. I guess vomiting is to be expected." "Aren't you just a fount of helpfulness," Chaob snarled. "Hand me something to wipe it with." Continuing to dab at her face with a damp towel, Acat used his free hand to toss him a cloth. "I think she's mad at you." "I hadn't noticed. Can you blame her, though?" "Not really. Hundreds of years we've done this ritual and the shaman still haven't found a better method of transmission. You'd think with today's technology and painkillers, we could make the experience a better one." Rinsed clean, with a fresh loincloth around his hips, Chaob rejoined Acat who still wiped a wet cloth across their woman's face. "Or at leas

Waking up, always a good sign. Waking up naked with no idea how she got that way, lying in a room she'd never seen made of stone blocks with a naked guy on either side? Kind of kinky ? and freaky! Especially since Carlie retained no recollection of how she got there. Carlie bolted straight up and off the bed ? make that pallet ? onto a debris free, rock slab floor. "Where am I? What did you guys do to me?" Last she recalled, she drank something vile, not by choice, then ? "You drugged me." For some reason, that shocked her more than the initial kidnapping. Anger at the betrayal made her fists clench. I thought I could trust them. The men, as per usual, didn't answer her accusation. They just lay back on the wide sleeping area, arms under their heads, expressions bland and bodies relaxed ? except for one part. Sans loincloth, their erections pointed up, menacing. Hmm, maybe not threatening so much as thick, long, and strangely arousing if the curl of heat in her tummy