Page 44 of My Boyfriend Bites

Dante brushed a hand over his jacket, raked fingers through his hair, and then strode back inside, heading for the posh dining room. He stopped when one of the armed pirates at the entrance turned to snarl, “Where do you think you’re going?”

With an arrogance he’d been born with, Dante replied, “Dinner. I’m famished. Is the kitchen serving the lobster yet? Go be a good chap and find out, would you?” He made his command both pompous and breezy.

“Dinner’s been cancelled. Empty your pockets,” snapped the guy, pointing the gun at him.

“Why don’t you empty yours?” Dante countered.

“We got ourselves a funny guy, Len,” declared the man with the gun.

“Wants me to cut him?” Len asked a tad too eagerly, waggling the knife he held.

“Don’t you dare,” admonished Dante. “Do you know how hard it is to remove blood stains from silk?” His words distracted his opponents, and as a result, they didn’t watch his hands. Then again, it wouldn’t have mattered if they did, as he moved abnormally fast, plucking the knife from Len’s grip.

The man yelled, “Hey, give it back.”

“Want it? Come and get it,” Dante taunted as he fled with the weapon, heading for the open exit. He ducked under the tether on the door to stand opposite a four-legged and eagerly waiting Selene.

When Len barreled through, the wolf slammed into him, hard enough that it took only a slight shove by Dante to topple Len over the rail.

“Arrrrrgh!”

Splash.

One down.

Len’s companion emerged more cautiously, the barrel of his gun peeking first. Dante wrenched the tip. The man held firm and ended up being dragged outside with it.

Selene growled.

The pirate took one look at those massive teeth and vaulted over the railing without any aid.

Kersplash.

Dante glanced over the side to see if the pair survived, but this high up in the dark and with a bit of fog still hovering above the water, he couldn’t see anything. Didn’t matter. Those two pirates were out of commission.

He eyed Selene. “Wonder how long before?—”

The next guy came out shooting, the bullet singing past his shoulder. Dante didn’t think, he acted, dragging the guy close and sinking his teeth into the pirate’s neck for a bite.

The blood emerged rich, slightly salty, and delicious. While he indulged in the snack, Selene handled the fellow that followed, jumping against his chest and slamming him to the ground before chomping his throat.

Crunch. She didn’t suckle but rather snapped the neck of her target.

Dante pulled away from his appetizer and tipped him over the rail before grabbing the dead guy and heaving him over as well.

“How many does that make?” he asked Selene.

Ruff.

“Yeah, I wasn’t keeping count either,” he muttered with a frown. Renard claimed there were about twenty pirates that boarded. He’d spotted six bodies in the main dining room, but there could have been more. Add in four more out here. “There’s probably about ten or so left. Shall we go find them?”

Rather than utter a canine reply, Selene tracked them all down. They located a pair of pirates breaking into the ship’s safe, which held passenger valuables. They crushed the duo raiding the luxury suites one broken door at a time. Then there was the guy, not even a pirate, who thought he could get away with raping a woman in the spa. He died painfully, dick bitten off by a wolf, his screams muffled when Dante held his head under in the mud tub. That fucker also got tossed over the side—his teeny weeny with him.

When they could find no others inside the ship, they went looking for Renard, who’d handled three others. A pair that guarded the ladder onto the ship, plus one left behind on the pirate vessel.

“I think we’ve got them all,” Dante declared upon conferring with Rennie. “At least, all the ones who came aboard from the pirate vessel.”

“Sorry, but I couldn’t get any of them to cooperate. Had to kill them all,” Rennie admitted.

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