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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.

way, not if he thinks

get me pregnant.

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

bad, because I was having a blast up until-

Oh.

• have to suck in a quick gasp from the intense pleasure from feeling his cock sliding in

Wow.

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really

than before,

I think the world might be

he whispers, as fire

want more. More.

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

are you talking

wet. God, I’m going to fuck you full

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

questions, but also my body wants nothing more

the punch?” I

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Bren stops, starting to realize

“The punch? You mean

didn’t know?”

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 myself against

having a bad feeling.

I thought that’s why

looks off, but he starts to pull out

I wrap both my legs around him, grinding my pelvis hard against

stop. I’m barely

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

against my hips. “But I’m going to try

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Thank.

Fucking.

God.

serious. Fuck. I wish you

on his face is real and only

if I’d–fuck,

me, the aphrodisiac burning through my veins and setting every nerve ending ablaze with

Lisa,” he groans against my skin.

whimper in response, lost to the

before–a desperate, all–consuming

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sated. Bren’s body is hard and unyielding against

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

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,

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 the crook of my neck. I thread my fingers through

suddenly goes limp. His full

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beneath his

are

slumps to the

his shoulder roughly but get no