Son of the Cursed Bear (Sons of Beasts, #1)

by T.S. Joyce

Girl brains were terrifying. “Do you want to sit at the table with me and eat leftovers?” she asked suddenly. “No.” Nevada winced and dropped her gaze as she whispered, “Truth.” “Because I would rather eat your pussy.” He was pretty good at wooing girls. Nevada’s eyes got really big. “You do?” “Well, yeah.” He gestured to her perfect cleavage. “Boobs. Butt.” He flicked his fingers at her thighs. “You smell like you want me, and it gives me…” He hooked his hands on his hips. This was the point where he was supposed to be polite and normal. “You know…” “No, I don’t know. You’ve been on a long ride of weird with your answer. Don’t stop now.” Nox cleared his throat loudly. She was wearing a dress and had her hair curled so he should woo her into bed properly, the way Mom always said he should talk to girls. “You give me erections. Of my dick.” He gestured grandly at his lap. “My dick is erect.” Nevada cracked a smile and let off a giggle. Sounded like a bell. He liked bells.

Her bottom lip trembled, and her voice went thick and shaky, too breathy like she was gonna do something horrifying like cry. Oh, God. He should run. He would rather be shot by Torren again than watch the girl he had warm fuzzies deep in his nutsack for go weepy. It made him want to go Red Rage Bear Death on her whole den.