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.

my sides to grip my hips as he deepens the kiss. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, teasing and tasting. I moan, heat flooding through me, my skin

whole. It's intoxicating, being the sole focus of

first wolf I've ever kissed, and I'm already determined for him

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

hair, tugging just hard enough to send sparks dancing down my spine. His lips trail hot, open-mouthed kisses along my jaw and down my neck. I tilt my head

growls against my skin, nipping

pant into his ear, reaching down to unbuckle his jeans. The

an amazing idea. 10/10

a slut. I don't sleep with anyone who looks my way. But if I'm interested, and he's interested—well, is there a reason to play silly games when you

as my fingers manage to pry his buckle apart. Sliding my hands down the waistband of his boxers, I

is everything it

hot and heavy and being sorely disappointed in 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 someone

Thankfully, they're stretchy and accommodate going over my hips without being

sounds around us. We're

I'm okay with it.

Ava had talked about being devoured, about the dominance of both Clayton and Lucas, and I can see

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

and I'm

skim along my bare thighs, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I moan, arching

you right now," he growls, nipping

I breathe, hooking my leg around his

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

lips in another searing kiss, his tongue delving deep. I submit to his domination, reveling in the way he takes control. It's

other dips between my thighs. I gasp as his fingers brush over my clothed sex, my hips bucking into

special—it's just this. The experience. This

partaking in

as his fingers fumble beneath the

finger goes in, then a

little rough, but I grind against his hand

You want me this bad,