Page 45 of My Boyfriend Bites

“Yeah, we failed as well too and given how easy they were to dispatch, I’m pretty sure the vamp is still at large. In addition, I’m afraid there’s a bit of a mess in the buffet hall.”

His assistant pursed his lips. “Why couldn’t you kill them outside?”

“Wasn’t me.”

“Don’t see why I need to clean up your girlfriend’s mess,” Rennie grumbled, slewing a dirty look in Selene’s direction.

The wolf growled.

“Whoa,” Rennie huffed. “Don’t get your tail in a knot, Princess McFurrypants. I’ll handle it. How many bodies?”

“Six,” Dante replied.

Selene barked and rubbed her paw to show eight.

Rennie sighed. “That many?”

“What’s wrong, old man? Getting weak in your old age?” Dante teased and earned himself a glare.

“More like I hate redundant work. Next time, kill them outdoors where it’s easy to clean up.” Aimed at Selene. “And just so you know, I’ll be expecting a bonus for this,” Renard declared as he stalked into the ship.

Dante peered over the rail at the tethered pirate boat.

“I’ll be back in a moment.” Dante clambered down to the other vessel, which reeked of fish. Obviously borrowed for its nefarious purpose. A glance within showed nothing useful, unless the harpoon counted.

Dante used it to poke a few holes in the hull before exiting the boat to return to the cruise ship’s deck.

There he found a naked Selene with hands planted on her hips. Lovely hourglass shape, toned all over, her breasts perfect handfuls, her waist indented and begging for his hands.

Rather than throw herself at Dante in all her nude glory, Selene’s eyes narrowed, and she spat, “You have some explaining to do.”

“Says the werewolf.” His reply as he removed his jacket to drape it over her shoulders.

“Lycan,” she snapped. “And you’re?—”

“A vampire.”

Chapter 13

Selene hadn’t expectedDante to so readily admit being a vampire. “Allergy to sun my ass,” she huffed as she tucked his jacket around her frame.

“Not sure why you’re so miffed. After all, you have your own secret identity.”

Her lips pursed. “How did you know the wolf was me?”

“I’ve known since we met. Sensitive nose for those kinds of things.” He tapped the side of it.

“You don’t smell like a vampire,” she complained.

“Because you’ve scented so many.”

“I might have,” she huffed, “but I probably never knew because you’re not supposed to exist.”

“According to whom?” Dante countered. “Because I shouldn’t have to remind that lycans also aren’t supposed to be real, yet here you are.”

“If I’d known?—”

“You’d have what?” he interrupted. “Exposed me to sunlight? Tried to take my head?”

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