Bro and the Beast (The Wolf's Mate, #1)

by L.C. Davis

That's my reality, and yeah, I'm okay with escaping it once in a while to live in a better one. One where love is real, and it's okay to be different, and everything works out okay in the end. If you wanna judge me for that, fine."

And yet, despite the fact that this chick is being pursued by like thirty different werewolves, she thinks she's just being paranoid.

You'd think they’d notice she has magical werewolf pussy if it's so fucking irresistible that this alpha douchebag can't keep

I saw my brother, we got into a stupid fight over a stupid book, and the second is that I'm never going to get to find out how that stupid book ends.

pretty sure I've never looked at anything or anyone that way, except maybe a twenty-ounce sirloin at Longhorn.

"Is that the shit you say to Catalina when she's pissed?" I snap. "Because even I know better than that, dude. Relationships 101—never tell someone who's mad to calm down unless you wanna get neutered."

"Brad Miller," he answers, hiccuping as he takes another swig of beer. My God, he is so enchanting.

"You know about omegas, then?" I ask.

"Sure I do," he says, waving his hand dismissively. "Submissive, doe-eyed little werewolves with daddy issues and tight pussies that put off magical pheromones once a month that drive you and all the other alphas batshit, so the vamps are always trying to take them like some fucked up game of capture the flag."

He slams the empty glass down on the table and says, "I'll drink you under the table anytime, anywhere, you fleabitten mofo." All I can do is gaze at him, a strange warmth stirring in my chest. "You are a charming creature, Brad."

All I can think as I black out is how I'd better wake up in my own world, or at least one where I can be a space pirate or something cool. This omega thing is absolute, complete fucking bullshit.

Just an average, admittedly very swole, but completely normal human."

and I'm torn between being flattered and freaked out. "Bro. Are you saying I'm so hot I turned you gay?"

The truth is, I kind of glossed over all the werewolf politics crap to get to the weird wolf sex. The whole knot thing undeniably stuck in my head, and I had to know what that was all about. It started out as kind of a "rubbernecking at a car accident" situation, but then…

Fucking hell, maybe I am a little bit gay. Like... one percent. Maybe one and a half. He spreads my cheeks and his tongue slides up my crack and it immediately skyrockets to five percent.

"Great," I mutter. "Just what I've always wanted. A magical, lube-dispensing

dispensing asshole to turn alphas on."