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

by L.C. Davis

A ghost of a smile tugs at his lips. "Catalina isn't the main character, Brad. You are."

"I've noticed," he says flatly. "For the record, I'm straight, too. Or at least, I thought I was." The implication that I made him think otherwise is not lost on me, and I'm torn between being flattered and freaked out. "Bro. Are you saying I'm so hot I turned you gay?"

It's going to be a long fucking night.

I'm being forced to confront a very uncomfortable revelation right now, and that's that even if this really is all a dream—which feels less likely the longer I'm trapped here—that means it's my dream. And in turn, that means my dream is to be a fucking omega who needs to get railed by a massive alpha shifter with a softball-sized knot at the base of his monster cock.

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.

Suddenly, all the doubts and questions I had about my sexuality dissipate. I don't care if I'm one percent or one hundred percent gay, because right now, this feels too good to care.