Chapter 63

Francine and her mates moved into a four bedroom home on a ravine lot nestled in a new subdivision on the outskirts of town that shifters were snatching up due to its prime location next to some protected woodlands.

Domestic life agreed with Francine, especially now that her men had finally learned to share. Although not without the occasional tussle that she ended with a softly spoken, "I'll masturbate tonight if you don't behave." Talk about instant attitude adjustment.

And Naomi was so right about the two-man thing. Two is so much more convenient than one. Take now, for instance. Both her men panted, the sweat glistening off their bare chests as they took turns pleasing her.

"That's it, Mitchell," she crooned. "A little harder. Swirl it. Ooh, yes, almost there, push it now."

"You're going to kill me, Red," he groaned. "Isn't it the cat's turn?"