Page 29 of Good Luck Charm for the Wolf

My former client didn’t exactly keep up her part of the bargain, and I had a phone call in to Uncle Uzzi already, seeing if he could somehow convince her to lighten up the hex a touch more.

Lucky for me, Carina answered the buzzer when I retreated to Horace’s place. Though, I suppose now it’s her place too.

The Bear wasn’t inclined to let me in, but his mate insisted. So, at least I got to spend the night inside on a bed and not trying to sleep in my truck.

Trust me when I tell you with my height and bulk, that wasn’t a very comfortable prospect.

Speaking of last night…my mind immediately went to the curvy, sexy goddess of a woman I spent the night talking dirty to.

Geezus.

I admit it feels wrong to dismiss it as a one and done.

Last night wasn’t just phone sex.

That was art.

And Dina? That sweet, smiley pizza slinger?

She’s a lot more than meets the eye.

Apparently, the female turns into a wicked little siren when the lights are out and the phone's pressed tight to her lips.

I groan and turn over, dragging the pillow over my head like that’ll block out the memory of her soft moans and breathy whimpers that are still lodged firmly in my brain.

And my cock, for that matter.

Not that I’m complaining.

Nope. Definitely not.

Last night was, well, it was incredible.

Fun. Hot. Surprising.

And yeah, my Wolf is still doing metaphorical backflips like a damn cheerleader.

Mate! Mate! Mine!

I groan again.

“Calm the fuck down,” I mutter, smacking the side of my head like that’s going to silence the primal idiot living rent free inside my soul.

Because here’s the thing.

Last night? That wasn’t mate stuff.

That was scratch-an-itch stuff.

A little mutual stress relief.

Two adults blowing off steam.

That’s it.

That has to be it.

Simple. Easy.

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