Bro and the Beast 4 (The Wolf's Mate, #4)

by L.C. Davis

Brad looks up at me, more vulnerability in his eyes than I've ever seen before. "They're not just… people in a book anymore. They're people I care about. People I love. And you... you're my world now." He looks away, his face turning red. "God, I'm starting to sound like you." I chuckle, reaching down to tilt his chin toward me. "You're my world, too, Brad. And I love you. More than anything."

"You should know us better than that. We're bros, man, and bros accept each other no matter what. Even if they're getting boned by a gay werewolf." "Especially then," Steve says in a matter-of-fact tone.

"It means Balsamic Vinaigrette is a hell of a lot smarter than I've been giving her credit for," I mutter. "And we're fucked."

We all just stare at him. Sometimes, it's easy to forget he's a fantasy alpha male from a romance novel, and then other times, it smacks me in the face like a ten-inch cock.

"I'm not a trophy wife!" I snap. "I'm a trophy omega. Get it straight."

"You guys are kind of cute, actually," Luna says with a snicker. "Definitely my OTP."

"Shh, it's okay," Raul murmurs, pulling me against his chest. I struggle in his grip. "You don't look like a blimp." "He kind of does, though." Reese gives me an apologetic smile in response to the death glare I'm giving him over Raul's shoulder. "No offense." Raul growls at him. I renew my struggles, panic clawing up my throat. I can't breathe. "See?" I grumble. Raul strokes my hair, his touch gentle. "Even if you were a blimp, you'd be the most beautiful blimp to ever exist."

That's one thing I can't fault Luna on. That and his giant cock.

No argument there, I say dryly. But he's overprotective because he's scared of losing you. He loves you. We both do. She looks up at me in surprise.