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

by L.C. Davis

Raul gives me a faint smile. "Thank you. So... do I still need to run as soon as my knot is out of you?"

OMG this whole time he was still inside him! I am DYING!

when I realize Raul is staring at me and look up to find him watching me with this dreamy look on his face, like I'm a kitten in a top hat or some shit. "What the fuck is your problem?" I ask

What part of fuck off was unclear? Because recent events lead me to believe you know what 'fuck' means. Is it the adjective that threw you?" "Pretty sure that's a preposition," he answers.

Well, that's sexist," I mutter. "Or omegaist or whatever."