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

by L.C. Davis

All I could think about while I was there was getting back here, and now…

I'm home. This is what I've wanted from the beginning, so why do I feel homesick? Is it even possible to be homesick for a person? One who doesn't even exist? He sure as fuck exists in my head, though.

"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.

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

"How was I supposed to know she'd be so twitchy?" "I don't know, maybe because she's a writer?” Devon asks pointedly. “They're notoriously neurotic. You have to be gentle."

"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."

I ignore Steve and wrap my arms around Raul's neck, pressing my face into his fur. "Holy shit, I can't believe it's you," I mutter, too relieved to see him to even give a shit how this looks to anyone else.

"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!"

"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.

"So tight and perfect for your alpha, Brad. You were made for this."