Page 19 of My Boyfriend Bites

She’d have to wait for a better chance. Maybe once they got moving and out of sight, she could act. After all, she only counted five men. Armed men, but she didn’t necessarily have to fight. She’d be fast on four feet.

The driver had her sit beside him and made sure she noticed the gun across his lap. As if he could drive and fire it at the same time. Two more of the thieves sat behind, also armed. They were of more concern since they could act without them crashing once they got in motion. The last two thieves doubled up on the four-wheeler.

Only one person protested her imminent abduction. “What are you doing?” Renard snapped. “You got our stuff. Leave the woman alone.”

“Shut up.” One of the armed guys pointed his gun at Renard.

Renard’s lips flattened, and he said not a word despite his angry visage. He did, however, look past the threatening thug right at her. He mouthed a message, which she obviously misconstrued because she’d have sworn he said,Dante will come for you.

As if a rich playboy would risk himself saving her after she’d done nothing but reject him. More likely Renard meant the authorities would. The question being, how long would it take them? Could she hold off her lycan side long enough for a rescue?

Doubtful. Clenched fists and even breathing only barely kept the wolf in check under her skin. How she wished she were like her brother, Ares, who could flip in and out of his fur with ease. Even Athena had better control. Her sister had to really, really concentrate to shift shapes without the full moon, but at least she could do it.

Not Selene. Strong emotions triggered her change. It led to spending her life always good-humored. Easygoing. Seeking the good amidst the bad lest her emotions trigger the wolf.

However, in this instance, Selene couldn’t see how to turn this situation into a positive, glass half-full scenario. These men had taken her for a reason. Ransom could be a possibility, but then why only her? Of course, her mind then flipped to the stories she’d heard of young attractive women going missing and sold as sex slaves. If these thugs thought they could use and abuse, then they’d be in for a nasty surprise. She’d hate to be the idiot that attempted to molest her.

I will bite their dick off.Literally.

They didn’t drive for very long, but the twisty winding route left her disoriented. Everything looked the same. Big trees. Lots of green. No clear path back. The vehicle pulled into a ramshackle encampment consisting of a few rickety shed-like structures, along with a fire that smoked slightly. She took note of the numbers: five fully-grown men and a single woman. She doubted the female would be a problem, given she flinched when the men got raucous.

The face coverings came off, and she wasn’t surprised to see her guide from the ruin amongst the thugs. It explained why she’d been targeted.

He leered in her direction. “The boss man be very happy to see you.”

He’d kidnapped her for another. She wondered who the guide called boss. She found out a moment later as he exited a shed, a fellow older than the rest and shirtless, his tanned skin showed scars, white knotted streaks all over his body. When he smiled, his pointy filed teeth were more animal than man.

The boss spat a few words in Spanish before switching to English. “You, woman, come here.” He pointed to the spot in front of him.

Might as well, since refusing would likely be met with violence. She shuffled close enough she could smell the man. Her nose wrinkled with distaste. The body odor was one reason, but there was something almost rank oozing from the boss’s pores. Something that roused the wolf.

He eyed her up and down, even did a walk-around before muttering, “Luis brings me a nice present.”

“You really should let me go,” Selene warned as her skin prickled in warning.

The leader laughed. “Feisty. I like it.”

“Actually, the word you’re looking for is feral.”

“You make strong babies.”

Her eyes widened. “Excuse me? I am not a cow to be bred.”

“No, you are wolf.”

The surprise at his announcement kept her silent.

Not him. “It is long time since wolf comes to jungle.”

“What makes you think I’m a wolf?” she asked because even Ares, her much more skilled brother, couldn’t scent her other side when in human form.

“Luis smells, and I smell.” He tapped his nose. “A chupacabra knows.”

His statement had her blurting out, “Chupacabra, as in demon dog?”

The simplification had him scowling. “Disrespect me? I teach you manners, female.”

“My manners are fine.” She sighed. “But I really hate it when men pull that misogynistic crap.”

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