Bro and the Beast 3 (The Wolf's Mate, #3)

by L.C. Davis

"Reese says you're dying." "I'm not dying. I just don't want nachos," I clarify, rolling my eyes. "It's the same thing!" Reese calls as he walks by.

Wherever Brad is, and however he was taken from me, I will get him back. Even if I have to tear through the pages of reality itself.

If only there was some sort of thing you could stick into a book to keep your place. Like... a place keeper. Maybe I'll go on Shark Tank with that shit once I figure all this out.

"Your grandma has a book of spells that transport random dudes into other worlds to get buttfucked by monster dick?" I ask flatly.

"I don't want to jump to conclusions or anything, but… I'm starting to think you might be a little gay, bro." "Oh really?" Devon deadpans, raising an eyebrow. "What gave you that impression?" "Shut up, Devon," I snap, feeling my face heat up with embarrassment. "I'm not gay." Reese holds his hands up defensively and says, "Hey, man, I'm not judging. My cousin is half-gay." "Half-gay?" Devon echoes incredulously. "Do you mean bisexual?" Reese considers this for a moment before shaking his head. "Nah."

Devon pinches the bridge of his nose, but before he can say anything, Reese chimes in with, "We're doing witchcraft. Brad's a gay furry now,"

"Oh my God," Devon mutters, rubbing his forehead. "Whose turn is it with the brain cell today? Maybe we can get him in here instead."

From the bathtub, Steve lets out a weak groan of despair. "I wanna see the milf."

"Holy shit, his dick is huge," Steve says, his eyes as wide as dinner plates. "The fuck, bro?" Kevin asks, eyeing Steve warily. "Why're you looking at the naked wolfman's dick?" "Are you kidding?" Steven snaps. "That thing is huge, it was looking at me first!"

"You'd better hope you succeeded at knocking me up, because if you don't put me down in the next three seconds, you're getting neutered," he grits out.

"There's no one but you, Brad. Not then, not now, not ever."

This son of a bitch is either going to be the death of me or what's left of my supposed heterosexuality.

"You're perfect," Raul says firmly. "Every inch of you."

"You feel so good," Raul groans against my skin. His nails dig into my hips, his angle shifting to hit that spot inside me that makes me see stars. "So tight and perfect for your alpha, Brad. You were made for this."

"You mean the whole house isn't gonna know I turn into a cock-hungry thot every month I'm not knocked up?" I ask, a bit too eagerly.