Freakn' Shifters のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 211 - チャプター 220

Color him confused. Stu could feel the anger radiating at his back and couldn't figure out the reason. Patricia acted as if he'd done something terrible, and yet, he'd not been the one to initiate their lovemaking. Enjoyed it, yes, but given his cougar's history and their current location, he'd made a vow to himself to keep things on the down-low for as long as possible-even if it hurt, which it most assuredly did, giving new meaning to the term blue balls. More like purple. His vow to behave, though, didn't mean he didn't harbor the hope they'd solve the case quickly and re-enter the real world, where he could woo Patricia properly. Hopefully with pointers from his more suave brothers-whom he'd have to bribe into secrecy, maybe with threats to ruin their credit rating or post little dick pics online. With his future and love life at stake, he could admit he needed help when it came to the fairer sex. Major help. Resigned to a torturous wait, imagine his surprise when, out

As it turned out, it wasn't just a few corridors with malfunctioning cameras, but all of them. A system-wide glitch had taken all the cameras offline, leaving the guards blind. A technician had been called in to repair the problem, but he seemed to think it would be hours before he could resolve the issue. In a sense it was a blessing in disguise for Patricia. It meant less chance of her actions going noticed as she forewent the pre-planned route of her rounds to check on the shifters in her care. As if the moon goddess herself were on her side, they were short-shifted. A large number of guards called in sick, citing some kind of stomach flu that struck fast and furious. No surveillance. A skeleton crew of guards. Patricia didn't believe in coincidences. It's like someone is setting the scene. A scene for murder. But, this time, their perfectly plotted plan would fail, and their luck would run out because Patricia would catch them and bring them in to the council to pay for

Full moons always heralded some kind of strangeness. Crime rates increased. Women went into labor early. Folks did crazy stuff. And cougars with strong work ethics, on a life or death mission, succumbed to passion in a jail cell of all places. In her defense, he started it! First by opening up and speaking to her so frankly. Giving her the mental support she so needed as frustration and fear of failure threatened to drag her down. He showed her a side of him she could respect, admire, and desire. When he kissed her, it just lit the match to the tinder already waiting to catch fire. Blame it on the lunar madness or her emotional turmoil or even the damned mating bond she'd fought since meeting. All valid excuses. All bullshit. The simple truth was she wanted him to kiss her. To touch her. To lay her upon the simple cot and cover her body with his. This is so wrong, whispered one part of her. This is so right, whispered her other half. "Relax," Ricky w

I can't believe they got it on video. Stunned into horrified silence, Stu watched his ignoble capture-stark naked and supporting an equally bare-assed feline-in black and white on the small screen while seated in an office rented by the shifter council. Please don't let my brothers get a hold of this. They'd no doubt delight in playing it at the next family gathering, probably over a big bowl of popcorn while providing a live narration. "Bad luck about the cameras coming back online before you managed to get back to your cell," said Fred, an older wolf shifter who worked with RCMP for the jail's district. He'd been the one to bail them out of solitary a few hours before. Bad luck indeed. Now if only they could keep it under wraps and forget the humiliation of having it played at home. With his luck, and given what he'd done to his brothers in the past, they'd probably upload it to YouTube for the world to see. "What a shame the operation was a bust," Fred said a

Of all the things Stu and Ricky expected to find when they showed up at the remote cabin, which he'd found only after some fancy-and, ahem, illegal-searches of online databases, it wasn't to see his beloved cougar racing at him with a pack of wolves at her thrashing tail. What a sweetheart. She'd brought his beast some toys to play with. While human Stu might lack a certain grace and finesse, his wolf side was all about the hunt. With a mighty howl, which echoed only seconds after Ricky's feline one, Stu dove at his distant cousins who dared threaten his mate. Fur and teeth met in a clash. Snarls and yips broke the stillness of the wintry night. Six wolves had dared to attack, but against an even bigger wolf and two large cats, they didn't stand a chance. While the felines swiped with their deadly claws, leaving bleeding furrows, Stu preferred to grab his opponents by the scruff of their necks and shake them. It didn't take long before the pack realized the futility of thei