Tangled

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 to

get me pregnant.

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

bad, because I was having a blast

Oh.

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

Wow.

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feels… really good.

before, even.

I think the world might be spinning

whispers, as fire explodes through my body.

want more.

takes a little longer to hit humans than it does for us. The bite will feel better this time, too.”

you talking

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

abhorrent thought of moments before now has me grinding and moaning against

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

in the punch?” I ask, shoving against him.

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credit, Bren stops, starting

You mean

didn’t know?”

breathing’s coming faster than I’d expect even from our little adventures out

ask, having a

aphrodisiac. I thought you knew. I thought that’s why you

looks off, but he starts

I can think twice, I wrap both my legs around

to stop. I’m barely

The punch helps with all this sex shit. Bren’s drugged up, and now I am, too. “You don’t really want me to get pregnant,

hips. “But I’m going to try my

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Thank.

Fucking.

God.

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

on his face is real

I’d–fuck,

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

my skin. “You feel so fucking

can only whimper in response, lost to the sensations overwhelming me. It’s like nothing I’ve ever

desperate,

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

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 inside me, the brush of his skin against mine, the panting of our breaths mingling together.

after wave of bliss crashes over me. Bren swears and with a few more

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 hair, savoring the afterglow.

Bren suddenly goes limp. His full weight collapses onto me, knocking the

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

Hey, are

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

shoulder roughly but