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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.

can’t.” No way, not if he thinks he’s going to

get me pregnant.

wolf shifters are insane about breeding. Ava had told me about it

was having a blast up until-

Oh.

• memo from my brain, because I have to suck in a quick gasp from the intense pleasure from feeling his cock sliding in

Wow.

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really good.

before,

the world might be spinning a

he whispers, as fire explodes through my body.

want more. More.

you go. You feel it too, don’t you? I guess it takes a little longer to hit humans than it does for us. The bite will

you

So wet. God, I’m going to fuck you full of pups.”

against him? Even the thought of

body wants nothing more than

the punch?” I

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Bren stops,

wrong. “The punch? You

didn’t know?”

than I’d expect even from our little adventures out here, and I can’t stop

I ask, having

knew. I thought that’s why you came

looks off, but he starts

legs around him, grinding my pelvis hard against his.

to stop. I’m barely holding

The punch helps with all this sex shit. Bren’s drugged up, and now I am, too. “You

“But I’m going to

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Thank.

Fucking.

God.

out a little sigh. “I thought you were serious. Fuck. I wish you would have told me before giving me the

rocking against me hard. The struggle on his face is real and only makes everything

have given it to you if I’d–fuck,

through my veins and setting every nerve ending ablaze with pleasure. His fingers dig

Lisa,” he groans against my skin. “You feel

only whimper in response, lost to the sensations overwhelming me. It’s like

before–a desperate,

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and unyielding against mine, his scent musky and intoxicating.

back as I arch into him. The world narrows down to just this–the slick slide of his cock inside me, the brush of his skin against mine, the panting of

tighter in my core until it finally snaps. I come with a hoarse shout, my inner walls clamping down around him as wave after wave of bliss crashes over me. Bren swears and with a

suspended moments, there is only our ‘ragged breathing and the rapid pounding of our hearts. Bren’s weight is heavy and comforting against me, his face buried in

without warning, Bren suddenly goes limp. His full

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lungs. I sink to my knees beneath his weight, trying to push him

are

I manage to wiggle out from under him. He slumps to the ground, eyes closed,

shoulder roughly but get no