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

by L.C. Davis

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.

stubborn and gay as ever.

"How the fuck am I supposed to know how to pronounce this shit when it’s all made up?" I snap. Devon rolls his eyes. "Are you kidding me? Latin is real! Did you think it was just some fantasy language they made up for movies like Elvish or something?" I shrug, feeling my cheeks heat up. "I thought it was like all those Enya songs." Groaning, Devon says, "At this rate, we're going to summon a demon instead of getting you into that book."

"You hate art?" Devon asks in a flat tone. "Yeah, it's just a bunch of rich snobs trying to pass off stacks of empty bean cans as some big statement on humanity," I say, waving my hands around. "That and all those pictures of imaginary apes people are selling for millions of dollars online when you can just right click and download the same shit. BLTs or whatever." "Pretty sure they're NFTs, but there's no telling with you," Devon says with a sigh.

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

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."

i cant breath