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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.

No way, not if he

get me pregnant.

told me about it with Clayton, but I thought that was because of her heat–sex. Not that this

having a

Oh.

• not get the memo from my brain, because I have to suck in a quick

Wow.

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feels… really good.

than before,

fact, I think the world might be spinning

whispers, as fire explodes

more. More.

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

you talking about?”

I’m going to fuck

now has me grinding and moaning against him? Even the thought of him biting me fills me

also my body wants nothing more than

Is this–is there something in the punch?” I

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his credit, Bren stops, starting

You mean elixir?

didn’t know?”

coming faster than I’d expect even from our little adventures out here, and I can’t stop grinding myself against

I ask, having

our aphrodisiac. I thought you knew. I thought

he starts to pull out of me.

think twice, I wrap both my legs around him,

to stop. I’m

get it now. The punch helps with all this sex shit. Bren’s drugged up, and now I am,

fingers flex against my hips. “But I’m going to try my hardest to fuck my pups into

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Thank.

Fucking.

God.

you were serious. Fuck. I wish you would have told me before giving me

his face is real and only makes everything tingle that much more.

I’d–fuck, Lisa, if you don’t–I’m

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

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

to the sensations overwhelming me. It’s like

before–a desperate, all–consuming need

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

down on my shoulder again and this time, instead of pain, a jolt of pure ecstasy shoots through me. I cry out, my nails raking down his back as I

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

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

limp. His full weight collapses onto me, knocking

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

Hey, are

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

I shake his shoulder roughly