Bro and the Beast 3 (The Wolf's Mate, #3)
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"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.
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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.
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"Your grandma has a book of spells that transport random dudes into other worlds to get buttfucked by monster dick?" I ask flatly.
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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,"
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"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."
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"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!"
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"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.
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My gaze drifts down to his stomach, and I can't help but touch it gently. "I can feel it," I murmur, wonder filling me. "You're soft now." "I'm what? Fuck you!" he bellows. Now there's the charmingly irate Brad I know and love.
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His hands slide under my shirt, grazing my stomach. I tense, embarrassed at how soft I've gotten since we were last together. Raul notices immediately, frowning as he pulls back to examine my body. "What's wrong?" he asks, his brow furrowing in concern. "Nothing," I lie, but Raul sees right through it. His hands slide up to cup my pecs, thumbs brushing over my nipples. I gasp as arousal wars with my insecurity, heat flooding my body. "You're perfect," Raul says firmly. "Every inch of you."
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His. Marked. Claimed. Those words seem to write themselves in my soul, painted with the come he spills inside me.
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that was a choice💀