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

by L.C. Davis

At least Reese is a good cook. Maybe not healing-a-TBI good like he thinks, but on a scale from shitty rich people restaurants where they serve you one olive seed at a time on fire to TGI Friday's at happy hour, he's a solid Panera Bread.

"Don't know why they think I'm gonna do that," he says in wry tone, raising an eyebrow. "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.

thought it was like all those Enya songs."

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

"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!"

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.

"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