Page 20 of My Boyfriend Bites

“Kneel and beg my forgiveness,” the demon dog boss man ordered as he unbuckled his belt. He drew the leather strip free and snapped it in the air.

Her brow arched. “I wouldn’t advise using that on me.”

“Kneel.” He pointed to the floor.

“I don’t think so.” She kicked off her shoes.

The leader snarled, saying something in Spanish that led to a pair of men dropping their guns and moving toward her. She quickly stripped off her shirt. It caused those watching to gape as if they’d never seen a woman in a bra before.

The leader snapped. “Grab her.”

With only seconds to spare, she shoved her pants down, sparing herself an outfit for when she was done. Selene allowed the thugs to grip her by the arms. If their hands were busy, they couldn’t grab a weapon.

The boss of the group smirked. “Now, time for lesson.” He swung his belt, and it slapped off her torso, the pain sharp and stinging, also triggering.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” she muttered, feeling the change come over her. She changed quickly, the wolf emerging fast enough the men holding her were startled into letting go.

As she hit the ground on four paws, she heard shouting as well as the click of guns being armed. The leader glared and uttered some unintelligible sounds. She ignored him in favor of those with guns first.

What followed was a blur of violence meted out by Selene’s wolf. Her teeth chomped. Blood flowed. Men screamed. Gunshots crackled. But she moved too sleekly for them to hit. Dashed too rapidly for them to aim. Bit hard enough that those she attacked didn’t get up. The timid female fled during the battle, a short-lived fight, but the thugs weren’t the real threat.

Hearing a rumbling growl, she released the neck clamped between her teeth and turned to see the true enemy.

A large, black beast had replaced the leader, muscled all over, its slavering teeth pointed, its glare promising menace and pain.

Her lip curled in challenge.

The chupacabra charged for her, uttering a rumbling sound. She met its charge, unafraid and even eager for the fight.

While the enemy had size, she had speed and rage. So much rage. This was supposed to be her fun vacation. She should have been relaxing on the ship before dinner, not stuck in the sweaty jungle, fighting to avoid having her throat torn out—or her womb turned into a monster-making factory.

As her anger mounted, she swelled in size, her wolf expanding to match her rage. The enemy noticed and thought it could flee.

Nope. It had started this; now she would end it.

A pounce took it down before it got far, and her teeth clamped around its neck where it met the spine. She applied pressure. Squeezed. The sudden crunch left the body limp.

Victory was hers.

Awoo!

Now she just needed to find her way back to the ship.

Chapter 6

Waitingfor the sun to set had Dante pacing and getting angrier by the moment. Renard had returned from the excursion on shore, only to impart horrific news. Selene had been taken captive during a robbery.

Luckily the passengers weren’t detained for long by authorities, meaning Renard could quickly relay the news to Dante, who saw red, “What do you mean they took her?”

“Pretty sure she was targeted by the tour guide from the ruins. I recognized the tattoo on his arm when he was gathering everyone’s valuables.”

“And you let them take her?” Dante spat.

“Didn’t have much choice. Couldn’t bring a weapon with me to shore, and there were too many witnesses.”

Valid points, but they didn’t appease Dante.

The longer Selene spent with those thieves, the more likely she would come to harm. A rescue was needed, as he didn’t have much faith the local police would move quickly enough, if at all. Many gangs tended to bribe authorities to turn a blind eye.

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