All Chapters of Motley Crewed Shifters: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

ARLISS I knew the second I laid eyes on Kian O’Malley that he wasn’t like other men.There was just something about him.Too magnetic.Too intense.Too everything.The kind of man you stare at from across a room and immediately decide nope. He’s not for me. And I had every intention of keeping it that way.He’s too good looking. Too confident.Built like he was carved from stone and chaos, with that permanent five o’clock shadow and those sharp eyes that seem to see way too much.He’s not in my league.Hell, he’s not even on the same planet as me.And yet, somehow, I’m here.In his cabin.In his bed.In the middle of the goddamn night.We started like horny teenagers, groping, kissing, tugging clothes off with clumsy, fevered hands. I’m pretty sure I tore my shirt in the process, but I don’t care.It’s not like I’ll be putting that Bob’s Bar uniform back on anytime soon.Not after the way I quit.The idea of flirting with anyone I was uncomfortable with, especia

Leaving Arliss in my cabin wasn’t as hard as I thought it’d be.Okay, that’s a lie.It was fucking brutal.But I did it.Mostly because if I didn’t, I was going to crawl right back into that bed, bury myself in her all over again, and forget that the rest of the world existed.And that wouldn’t be fair.Because work is work, and even if my entire soul is currently curled around her like a protective shield, I still had shit to do before I could get back to taking care of her the way I want to.The way she deserves.Still, I left.And not because I wanted to.But because I needed to earn that moment when I walk back in there and find her awake and glowing and maybe even a little sore from what we did last night.Gods, last night.She looked so damn good lying there.Perfect, really.All sweet and soft and flushed, tangled in my sheets like she belonged there.Like she was born for that bed, for that room, for me.Her scent lingers everywhere.Ours, now.And it hit me i

“So, are you okay? Do you wanna talk?”Avery’s voice is soft, careful.Not like she’s afraid of me, but like she knows I’m holding on by a thread.She turns in her seat to look at me, concern written all over her face.I shake my head.Too fast.Too automatic.“No.”But even as the word leaves my lips, I know it’s a lie.Maybe I should talk. Maybe keeping it all locked inside is just going to make me combust.Because something’s tearing me apart from the inside out.“You’re the pretty lady in Uncle Kian’s cabin!”Rosie’s voice pipes up from the back seat, where she’s securely buckled in her booster like the cutest damn chaos gremlin I’ve ever seen.“Rosie,” Dante rumbles in that deep, Shifter growl tone that makes me wonder if it’s possible to be scared and comforted by a man at the same time.He’s trying to hush her.But she doesn’t care.Kids don’t give a damn about adult tension.“What? When did you meet Arliss, baby?” Avery asks, amusement and curiosity dancing in

“Do Bulls moo?”Avery asks this with the kind of innocence only a woman with a toddler and a baby on board can get away with, as we load the dishwasher in Penny’s aggressively adorable farmhouse kitchen.I blink. “What?”She doesn’t flinch. “You know, do Bulls moo? Like, when they’re feeling any particular kind of way?”Her cheeks go bright red.I stare.“Okay, first of all, how the heck would I even know that? I haven’t seen him as a boy Cow, er, Bull. And second, what are you talking about?!”Because honestly, I’m still recovering from finding out that Shifters are real, that they have mates, and that I apparently got claimed by one after a night of wild, sleep-depriving, sheet-tangling boinking.Okay. Focus.Penny, all glowing and violently pregnant, lets out a dramatic gasp. “Oh my gawd, Avery. You’ve turned into such a horn dog with this baby!”I whirl around to Jezebel, who seems the most normal out of the trio, and she lets out a ladylike snort before dissolving into g

“Okay, that was something I never needed to see in a million years,” I mutter to Kian, my voice light but tinged with the kind of shell shock that only comes from catching your grandfather getting busy in his underwear with a woman wearing a brassiere that looks like it could stop bullets.We’re back in my room, finishing up packing a few things. Not everything—just enough for me to stay at Kian’s cabin for the night.Give Gramps some space.Let him play house with Melody, his brand-new fiancée, apparently.Still reeling from that, by the way.There’d been tea, cucumber sandwiches, and a very awkward but oddly sweet conversation.Melody asked me to call her by her first name, and my grandpa—bless his seventy-four-year-old, orthotic-wearing, card-playing heart—looked about as smug as a man in love and a bathrobe could possibly get.He even patted her hand like we were at some vintage black-and-white movie where the guy has to light a cigarette to seem cool.Except, you know, he