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

by L.C. Davis

Even though I desperately wanted to return to my real life, now that I'm here, I can't help but feel like I need to find my way back to him.

The most shocking part of all of this is that... I want to go back. More than anything, I want to know it was real. I need it to be real.

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?

"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.

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."

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,"

"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."

Because no matter where I am, being in Raul's arms is the only place that's ever really felt like home.

Thinking about the accident, and just how close I came to dying, makes me shudder involuntarily. If it hadn't been for that freak twist of fate, I wouldn’t even be standing here today, trying to figure out how to return to a fantastical world where I'm somehow pregnant and attracted to a guy. Yeah, life's weird like that.

"Brad, there's a giant werewolf in the living room and it's not even a mascot! Of course we have to call someone!" Kevin insists, gesturing wildly toward Raul.

"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!"

How do you feel about spiders?" Reese looks a bit pale. "I ain't afraid of no spiders," he says, his voice strained. "Great," Luna says in a chipper tone, grabbing the bag off the floor and slinging it over her shoulder. "I'll be in touch, then. Come on, Reeve." "It's Reese," he says, following her up the stairs like a loyal puppy.

"There's no one but you, Brad. Not then, not now, not ever."

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."

I don't need to see Raul's face to know he's smirking as he lines his monster cock up at my entrance, pushing between my cheeks. "Good boy," he purrs, which seems to be the werewolf version of dirty talk. I hate the way my cock throbs in response to it.