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

by L.C. Davis

"Okay, so we figure out what's special about the magic book," Devon agrees, taking a deep breath like he always does when he's in over his head but determined to prove the third-grade teacher that put him in the gifted class and me on a "likely to eat glue" watchlist correct. "How hard can that be?"

God, he's hot. I thought if anything, being back in the real world would help me shake off these feelings, but nope. They're still there, stubborn and gay as ever.

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

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," he says, as if those thoughts are somehow remotely connected.

"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."

Devon comes up beside me, concern etched into his face. "You realize at some point we're going to have to talk about the very bizarre but very real possibility that you're pregnant, right?"

You'd better fucking wait for me, Raul. I’m coming home.

"Honestly, I forgot I even mentioned there were male omegas in the first book." So much for all Devon's string-board theories about the genius of her worldbuilding. "Great," I mutter. "So I'm living out a plot hole."

"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!"

"Who's the naked dude?" "That would be Raul," I answer, folding my arms. Reese stares at him blankly for a few seconds before asking, "Raul as in the werewolf guy who was railing that dude with the same name as you in the book?" "Idiot," Luna mutters, burying her face in her palm.

Luna walks over and extends a hand, looking at him like he's... well, like he's a god come to life, and I can't blame her for that, either. Sure, she's a neurotic mess who runs on booze and clichés, but her taste in men? Top fucking notch.