Page 31 of Good Luck Charm for the Wolf

Last night was exactly what it needed to be.

And tonight, maybe we can go a little farther. No complications. Just sex. If she is willing.

Hot. Temporary. No pressure sex.

My mind is made up, even if my Wolf is snarling and scratching at my insides.

Take it or leave it, Wolf. We have her on my terms or not at all.

Bargaining with my inner beast is never easy. Especially when the fucker goes all silent on me.

I shake my head and stand, remaking the bed because I am not an inconsiderate houseguest, fuck you very much.

My phone buzzes on the nightstand, catching my attention.

I glare at it.

But my Wolf perks up like a teenager getting a text from his crush.

I shouldn’t care.

I don’t care.

It’s probably nothing.

I roll over and snatch the phone.

DINA

Morning, Wolfboy. Still planning on taking me out tonight? Or was last night your best work?

I stare at the screen for a solid ten seconds before exhaling loudly.

Fuck.

Because right there, right in that teasing, flirty message, is everything I should ignore.

Everything I know is dangerous.

Because sweet Dina isn’t just looking for a good time.

She’s thinking about tonight.

And tomorrow.

And maybe even forever.

Meanwhile, me? I’m still here thinking maybe we can satisfy this itch.

Scratch each other where it hurts. Enjoy it while it lasts.

That’s all this should be.

That’s all it can be.

But deep down, even as I type back something flirty and casual, I know the truth.

DOUG

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