That Time I Got Drunk and Yeeted a Love Potion at a Werewolf (Mead Mishaps, #2)

by Kimberly Lemming

With the force of every woman tired of broke men’s audacity, I yeeted the drink straight at Jack’s head. Unfortunately for me, that broke man could dodge.

“Should I growl in your ear that you’re mine and toss you over my shoulder? I admit it’s not my style, but for you, Lamb? Anything.”

“It’s a lot less painful than what your woman would go through if you put her through childbirth. You can’t expect her to go through worse pain if you yourself can’t even offer her this.”

when makes get birth control 😂

My cheesy-baked-potato-loving ass wasn’t much for running, but I could do it in a pinch. Or at least try.

Anything to make the moment last a little longer. When it ended, Brie would remember to be wary of me. She’ll pull away and I’ll be stuck waiting until the next time she lets her guard down. But for a moment, I was a little less scary than the noises outside. For a moment, she was mine. Brie rubbed her cheek against my chest and held me tighter. “I’m going to be so pissed off if I’m not your fated mate.”

A dust-covered pause filled the air. “You’re doing this because you couldn’t get bitches?” Alexis asked.

“I assure you, your sacrifices will not be in vain. All my children and I are trying to do is make the world a better place for all mankind.” “Oh, thank goodness!” Alexis let out a loud sigh. “I gotta be honest with ya, Big Daddy Dave. At first I was like, ‘Damn, this group looks like they jack off on crystals and kick puppies’ and then I saw y’all praying to a glowing puddle. That’s when I knew everything was gonna be OK.”