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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

get me pregnant.

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

because I was having

Oh.

• does not get the memo from my brain, because I have to suck in a quick gasp from the intense pleasure from feeling his cock sliding in again.

Wow.

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feels… really

before,

think the world might be spinning a

he whispers, as fire explodes through my

more. More.

You feel it too, don’t you? I guess it takes a little longer to hit humans than it does for us. The bite will feel better this time,

you

I’m going to fuck you

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

wants nothing more than to be

wait. Is this–is there something in the punch?” I ask,

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Bren stops, starting

“The punch? You mean elixir? You

didn’t know?”

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

ask, having a bad

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

starts to

legs around him, grinding

to stop. I’m barely

drugged up, and now I am, too. “You don’t

course not.” His fingers flex against my hips. “But I’m going to try my hardest to fuck

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Thank.

Fucking.

God.

“I thought you were serious. Fuck. I wish you would have

against me hard. The struggle on his face

to you if I’d–fuck, Lisa,

nerve ending ablaze with pleasure. His fingers dig into my hips, his lips trailing

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

response, lost to the sensations overwhelming me. It’s

before–a desperate,

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body is hard and unyielding against mine, his scent musky and

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

him as wave after wave of bliss crashes over me. Bren swears and with a few more erratic thrusts, he’s coming

there 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 his

His full weight collapses

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my lungs. I sink to my knees beneath

Hey, are you

manage to wiggle out from under him. He slumps to

I shake his shoulder roughly