Bro and the Beast 2 (The Wolf's Mate, #2)

by L.C. Davis

Raul smiles, and I loathe the butterflies it stirs up in my stomach even more than I loathe him. Time to chug an entire can of Raid.

"There's nothing wrong with being an omega, Brad," he tells me, kissing me again, the stubble of his cheek rubbing against mine as he continues to stroke me, his other arm wrapped around my waist and pulling me close against his body. "It doesn't make you weak, or less than. Far from it."

"Do you have to have a whole tree trunk for a cock?" I grumble against his lips.

"Oh fuck," I moan, arching my back as the pleasure starts building again. "That's the idea," he says, his voice tight.

I didn't even know what a wolf shifter was until recently, and now I'm stuck in the middle of some furry Romeo and Juliet drama. And I’m the fucking Juliet in this equation, to top it all off.

"And your perspective is that my perspective is one fry short of a Happy Meal.”