Page 55 of Good Luck Charm for the Wolf

“You used to like my prick, Deen. Don’t you remember?”

“Fuck you,” I yell, fear and rage warring within me.

“Soon, Deen. Real soon. First, we’re gonna have a little fun.”

Eric laughs again and chills race down my spine, the bad kind. It’s low, mean, and way too confident.

This asshole.

“Eric, you better leave now?—”

“Or what, Dina? You gonna call your little boyfriend? You think I’m scared of some mangy fucking Wolf?”

I spin, reaching desperately for my phone, but I’m too slow.

Eric’s arms wrap tight around me, yanking me back against him.

I freeze.

Shit. Shit. SHIT.

This is so not good. He’s strong. Bigger than me. And I admit, I’m scared.

He leans in, breath hot and disgusting against my ear.

“You can scream if you want. I might even let you call him, Deen. But I doubt he’ll get here in time,” he hisses.

And then, like this couldn’t get worse, this motherfucker licks my cheek.

It’s hot and slimy, and his breath smells mildly like tuna salad.

Rage and disgust explode inside me.

But before I can even shout, a voice slices through the tension like a blade.

“Taking bets on that, Cat?”

Eric stiffens instantly.

So do I.

Because that voice?

That growl?

It’s Doug.

My Doug.

Relief hits so hard I almost collapse.

The entire room shifts.

Eric turns, still holding me like a coward, but his friends? Gone.

They bail fast, muttering excuses as they slip out without so much as a glance back. They always looked so big to me, but they have nothing on Doug.

He has to be a head taller and wider by far.

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