Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 135 Lisa: A Simple Tryst (I)

LISA

It's a relief to see Ava relaxing a little at the party and getting along with one of the girls from training. Mia's always been friendly.

"So, Lisa," Bren drawls, his eyes glinting with mischief as he leans in close. "Tell me something about you that would surprise me."

I can't help but giggle, feeling a delicious thrill shiver through me at his proximity. It's been so long since I've had a fun flirtation. The only man I get to interact with is Kellan, the boring beta with all his rules and regulations.

"Hmm, well..." I tap my chin, pretending to think it over. "I once ate an entire large pizza by myself in one sitting. Pepperoni, sausage, the works."

Bren laughs, a rich, warm sound that wraps around me like a cozy blanket. "Impressive. I like a girl with a healthy appetite."

He steps even closer, until there's barely an inch of space between us. I can feel the heat radiating off his body, and it takes all my willpower not to press myself against him.

We chat and flirt, our faces so close I can count the flecks of gold in his hazel eyes. The rest of the party fades away until it's just us, lost in our own little bubble.

"Hey," Bren murmurs, his breath ghosting over my cheek. "Want to take a quick walk outside? Get some fresh air?"

My heart skips a beat at the suggestion, excitement zinging through my veins. I glance over at Ava, seeing her deep in conversation with Mia, the other girl's hand resting on her arm.

"Sure," I agree, biting my lip to contain my grin. "Lead the way."

Bren takes my hand, his fingers lacing through mine, and guides me quickly through the crowd. Into the kitchen, where we both grab a cup of punch and drink it between giggles and hot, heavy stares.

I gulp mine down as quick as I can.

He does, too.

We're on the same page. That's always good.

We slip out the back door into the cool air of autumn, brushing away the heat of summer.

Before I can even catch my breath, Bren is spinning me around and pressing me up against the rough brick wall. His lips crash into mine, hungry and insistent. I gasp into the kiss, my hands fisting in his shirt to drag him closer.

tongue sweeps into my mouth, teasing and tasting. I moan, heat flooding through me,

he's starving for it, like he wants to devour me whole. It's intoxicating, being the sole focus of his intensity. I arch into him, reveling

ever kissed, and I'm already determined for him to be the first wolf

are great. The sex is probably better. And right now, here, now, with the alcohol burning in my veins and his kisses

hard enough to send sparks dancing down my spine. His lips trail hot, open-mouthed kisses along my jaw and

so fucking hot," Bren growls against my skin, nipping at my

I pant into his ear, reaching down to unbuckle his jeans. The bulge I'm

is an amazing idea. 10/10

interested, and he's interested—well, is

his buckle apart. Sliding my hands down the waistband of his boxers, I close my eyes and give silent

is everything

the end. Sometimes it worked out fine (it really is what they do with it), but so few of them can follow basic instructions, much less focus on

down with little finesse. Thankfully, they're stretchy and

can hear other noisy sounds around us. We're not the only

I'm okay with it.

eyes is thrilling, a different experience. Ava had talked about being devoured, about the dominance of both Clayton and Lucas, and

like this, when their eyes are rimmed with gold and their

is real, and I'm here for

of fire in their wake. I moan, arching

want you right now," he growls,

hooking my leg around his hip

my core, only the thin barrier of his boxers and my panties separating us. I grind against him shamelessly, chasing the delicious friction.

delving deep. I submit to his domination, reveling in the way he takes control. It's a heady rush, letting

body with purpose, one sliding up to palm my breast while the other dips between my thighs. I gasp as his fingers brush over my clothed sex, my hips bucking

something special—it's just this. The

partaking in

whimper, my head falling back against the wall as

in, then a second without any

a little rough, but I grind against his hand

so fucking wet. You want me