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136 Lisa: A Simple Tryst (II)

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LISA

I’m going to sport massive bruises from Bren’s fingers, and I’m pretty sure he’s torn me apart a little, but those minor concerns fade from my mind as I focus on the way his dick hits a sweet spot inside once he gets the right angle.

“Right there,” I gasp, and he goes harder.

I’m close–really close–when his pace speeds up and becomes erratic. “Fuck, I’m going to come. I’m going to fill your pussy up and breed your human womb,” he groans, ruining everything.

Breed?

Human womb?

He surges forward a few more times with loud, long groans, but it’s already over for me.

“Yeah, just like that, baby,” Bren pants, and I grimace at the thought of his sperm inside of me.

I’m already on the pill, but is wolf sperm able to get around it? Maybe I should get an emergency

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contraceptive. I’m all for a fun roll in the hay, but I’m not about to breed–ugh–with a stranger from a party.

When he bites my shoulder, I shriek and yank away, only for one of his giant hands to hold my head in place.

“That fucking hurts!” I snap, shoving him away.

His head jerks back, his eyes glazed with lust or something as he stares at me in confusion. “What’s wrong, babe?”

I slap a hand against my neck, feeling the blood trickling. “You fucking bit me!”

His brows come together and his head tilts, before. sudden understanding floods his face. “Shit. You don’t have shifter healing. Okay, hold on.”

And then he yanks my head to the side and leans down to lick my neck, with a soft groan of pleasure.

Did he just-

Lick my blood…

And like it?

Gross.

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“Bren…”

“It’s okay, babe. It should heal up soon.” His words are muffled against my skin, and his hands are traveling back down, squeezing a breast and settling against my hip. His hips rock against me. “Fuck, you’re so good. I’m ready to go again already.”

And he pulls out and sinks back in, proving his words.

if

get me pregnant.

breeding. Ava had told me about it with Clayton, but

bad, because I was having a blast up until-

Oh.

• my vagina does not get the memo from my brain, because I have to suck in

Wow.

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feels… really

before,

the world might be

girl,” he whispers, as fire explodes

more. More.

go. You feel it too, don’t you? I guess it takes a little longer to hit humans than

you talking about?”

so hot now. So wet. God, I’m going to fuck you full of

such an abhorrent thought of moments before now has me grinding and moaning against him? Even the thought of him biting me fills me with

full of questions, but also my body wants nothing more than to be

wait. Is this–is there something in the

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his credit, Bren stops, starting to realize

punch? You mean elixir? You

didn’t know?”

are still glazed, his cheeks red. His breathing’s coming faster than I’d expect even from our little adventures out here, and I can’t stop grinding

I ask, having

thought you knew. I thought

starts to pull out of me.

legs around him,

“Lisa–you have to stop. I’m barely

this sex shit. Bren’s drugged up, and now I

hips. “But I’m going to try my hardest to fuck my pups

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Thank.

Fucking.

God.

sigh. “I thought you were serious. Fuck. I wish you would have told me before

on his face is real

to you if I’d–fuck, Lisa, if you don’t–I’m

and Bren’s hips piston into me, the aphrodisiac burning through my veins and setting every nerve ending ablaze

skin. “You feel so fucking good.”

to the sensations overwhelming me. It’s

before–a desperate,

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hard and unyielding against

down his back as I arch into him. The world narrows down to just this–the slick slide of his cock

a hoarse shout, my inner walls clamping down around him as wave after wave of bliss crashes over me. Bren swears and with a few more erratic thrusts, he’s

pounding of our hearts. Bren’s weight is heavy and comforting against

warning, Bren suddenly goes limp. His full weight

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my knees beneath his weight, trying

are you okay?”

manage to wiggle out from under him. He slumps to the ground, eyes closed, completely motionless. Fear slices through the

shoulder roughly but get no