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136 Lisa: A Simple Tryst (II)

136 Lisa: A Simple Tryst (II)

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.

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

get me pregnant.

until you realize these wolf shifters are insane about breeding. Ava had told me about it with Clayton, but I thought that was because of her

I was having a blast up

Oh.

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

Wow.

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really good.

than before,

I think the world might be spinning a

whispers, as fire explodes through

want more.

I guess it takes a little longer to hit humans than it does for us. The bite will feel better

are you talking about?”

hot now. So wet. God, I’m going to

that 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 a

of questions, but also my body wants nothing more than

in the punch?”

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his credit, Bren stops, starting

wrong. “The punch? You mean elixir? You

didn’t know?”

I’d expect even from our little adventures out here, and I

ask, having a bad feeling.

I thought you knew. I thought that’s why

he starts to pull out of

can think twice, I wrap both my legs around him, grinding

to stop.

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

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

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Thank.

Fucking.

God.

Fuck. I wish you would have told me before giving

The struggle on his face is real and only

if I’d–fuck, Lisa,

setting every nerve ending ablaze with pleasure. His fingers dig into my hips, his lips trailing hot, open–mouthed kisses along my

skin. “You feel so fucking good.”

the

before–a desperate, all–consuming need

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sated. Bren’s body is hard and unyielding against mine, his scent

ecstasy shoots through me. I cry out, my nails raking down his 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 our breaths

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 few more erratic thrusts, he’s coming too, spilling

pounding of our hearts. Bren’s weight is heavy and comforting against me, his face buried in the crook of my neck. I thread my fingers through his

without warning, Bren suddenly goes limp. His

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my lungs. I sink to my knees beneath

are you okay?”

him. He slumps to the ground, eyes closed,

his shoulder