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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.

No way, not if he thinks he’s going

get me pregnant.

about breeding. Ava had told me about it with Clayton, but I thought that was because

bad, because I was having a blast up until-

Oh.

• brain, because I have to suck in a quick gasp from the intense

Wow.

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really good.

before, even.

fact, I think the world might be spinning

as fire explodes through my body.

more. More.

a little longer to hit humans than it does for

you talking about?”

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

grinding and moaning against him?

also my body wants

something in the punch?”

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credit, Bren stops, starting to

You mean elixir?

didn’t know?”

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

I ask, having

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

he starts to

I wrap both my legs around him, grinding my pelvis

have to stop. I’m barely holding on here.”

this sex shit. Bren’s drugged up, and

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

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Thank.

Fucking.

God.

serious. Fuck. I wish you would have told

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

it to you if I’d–fuck, Lisa, if you don’t–I’m

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

against my skin. “You feel so

the sensations overwhelming me. It’s like

before–a desperate,

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

raking down his back as I arch into him. The world narrows down

snaps. I come with a hoarse shout, my inner walls clamping down around him as wave after wave of bliss

pounding of our hearts. Bren’s weight is heavy and comforting against me, his face buried in the crook of

goes limp. His

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to my knees beneath his weight, trying

are

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

shake his shoulder roughly but get no