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.

Fuck my life. Both of them.

"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."

That was the breakup that taught me not to date chicks who wanna know the exact time and place you were born.

"Kappa Nu is an equal opportunity frat," I reply. "We've got a couple of trans bros, too. They get hazed the same as everyone else."

It's worth it if there's even a chance, not because I want to escape this world, or even because I want to be part of another. Because no matter where I am, being in Raul's arms is the only place that's ever really felt like home.

"Where the fuck did the naked guy come from? It's not even rush week!" Kevin cries. "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!"

Sure, she's a neurotic mess who runs on booze and clichés, but her taste in men? Top fucking notch.

"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." He breathes a puff of air through his nostrils and looks away. "You know, I gave you the benefit of the doubt before, but you can't blame Luna for those cheesy lines now that you're writing your own stuff."

"Harder," I growl, digging my nails into his back. Guess I'm fully in omega mode here, too. That doesn't bother me nearly as much as it should. "I didn't cross dimensions for some half-assed shit. I want your knot, the whole fucking shebang."

There's a surge of warmth as he comes inside me, and the base, primal part of my brain thrills at the sensation. His. Marked. Claimed.