Page 33 of Stealing His Human

“Yeah,” Brett responded on a moan, rolling into the next peg. “Oh, hell, yeah.”

Nedrick growled, a look of feral pleasure lighting up his handsome features.

Gripping Nedrick’s shoulder, Brett held on for the ride as his wolf shifter began driving into him over and over... and what a ride it was.

Yup. Definitely going to get used to this.

Epilogue

“You sure you don’t want me to come in with you?” Nedrick asked.

Brett squeezed Nedrick’s wrist while shaking his head before releasing him. He wasn’t quite at the handholding stage, but he didn’t mind a little contact. Brett appreciated that his shifter was patient with him.

“Naw.” Brett indicated the wooden benches that had been built around a number of the trees filling his college’s courtyard. “Just sit and relax. It shouldn’t take me long to pop into the administration office and change my schedule and address.” When Nedrick looked doubtful, as if he didn’t want Brett out of his sight, Brett laughed. “If there’s a line, and I’m going to be more than twenty minutes, I’ll text you.”

Nedrick sighed even as he nodded. “Deal.”

Brett started walking away from the bench where Nedrick was standing. Then he paused and turned back. Girding up his courage, Brett stepped close to his shifter and pecked a quick kiss to his cheek.

Fighting the blush that threatened his neck, Brett muttered, “I’ll be back soon.”

The grin that spread over Nedrick’s face was worth overcoming his slight discomfort.

Brett drew away and started heading toward the building housing the administration offices. As it turned out, the wolf pack owned the building Preall and Trina lived in. Preall acted as the building supervisor for the six-tenant complex. The couple in one of the apartments had graduated, so there’d been an opening for the two-bedroom place. When Preall had offered it to them, Nedrick had insisted they move in together now that they were mated.

Brett hadn’t had a good reason to say no, especially since it would save him money. The pack refused to accept rent from pack-members.

“I knew it,” a cold feminine voice came from behind Brett, and he paused with his foot on the first step. “I knew you were a fucking faggot.”

Turning, Brett spotted Karissa standing ten feet away. She had one hand in her purse and the other clenched at her side. Her face was flushed, and cold fury blazed in her green eyes.

“I can’t believe I let you kiss me.” Curling her lips into a sneer, she took a step toward him. “I feel defiled, and you’re gonna pay for that.”

Lifting his hands in placation, Brett countered, “Uh, I’m actually bi, if you want to put a label on it.”

Personally, he thought labels were stupid. Why did people need to fit themselves into any particular box? As Karissa took a few more steps toward him, Brett wondered if she was going to try to slap him or something. The college had a zero-tolerance for bullying, and there were others around, so it wouldn’t go well for her.

“Look, we had two dates,” Brett continued, trying to defuse the situation. “We weren’t compatible. Let’s just move on,” he encouraged. “Bygones be bygones and all that.”

“Bygones?” Karissa mocked. “Oh, no.” She sneered as she lunged forward, yanking something from her purse. “Payback!”

Pain erupted through Brett’s chest as his body jolted, yanking a shocked cry from his throat. Tumbling backward, he dropped onto the concrete steps, his body still twitching. His head slammed onto a stair, as did his casted arm, sending another wave of pain through him.

Then Karissa was leaning over him, and as the sizzling agony returned, what caused it flashed through his shocked brain.

Stun gun.

She’s electrocuting me!

Knowing what was happening and doing something about it were two completely different things, however. The excruciating sensations went on and on, as if time were standing still, even though he figured it couldn’t have been more than a few seconds.

“Hey! Get away from him,” someone ordered as footsteps pounded toward him.

“Brett!” He recognized Nedrick’s roar.

Then Karissa was gone, along with her weapon of choice.

Still, Brett couldn’t seem to control the way his body twitched and jerked. His limbs were no longer his own, and his head bounced repeatedly against that damn stone step.

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