Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted novel Chapter 135

135 Lisa: A Simple Tryst (1)

LISA

It’s a relief to see Ava relaxing a little at the party and getting along with one of the girls from training. Mia’s always been friendly.

“So, Lisa,” Bren drawls, his eyes glinting with mischief as he leans in close. “Tell me something about you that would surprise me.”

I can’t help but giggle, feeling a delicious thrill shiver through me at his proximity. It’s been so long since I’ve had a fun flirtation. The only manet to interact with is Kellan, the boring beta with all his rules and

regulations.

‘Hmm, well…” I tap my chin, pretending to think it over. “I once ate an entire large pizza by myself in one sitting. Pepperoni, sausage, the works.”

3ren laughs, a rich, warm sound that wraps around me ike a cozy blanket. “Impressive. I like a girl with a healthy appetite.”

He steps even closer, until there’s barely an inch of

space between us. I can feel the heat radiating off his body, and it takes all my willpower not to press myself against him.

We chat and flirt, our faces so close I can count the flecks of gold in his hazel eyes. The rest of the party fades away until it’s just us, lost in our own little bubble.

“Hey,” Bren murmurs, his breath ghosting over my cheek. “Want to take a quick walk outside? Get some fresh air?”

My heart skips abt at the suggestion, excitement zinging through my veins. I glance over at Ava, seeing her deep in conversation with Mia, the other girl’s hand resting on her arm.”

“Sure,” I agree, biting my lip to contain my grin. “Lead the way.”

Bren takes my hand, his fingers lacing through mine, and guides me quickly through the crowd. Into the kitchen, where we both grab a cup of punch and drink it between giggles and hot, heavy stares.

I gulp mine down as quick as I can.

He does too.

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We’re on the same page. That’s always good.

We slip out the back door into the cool air of autumn, brushing away the heat of summer.

Before I can even catch my breath, Bren is spinning me around and pressing me up against the rough brick wall. His lips crash into mine, hungry and insistent. I gasp into the kiss, my hands f**g in his shirt to drag

him closer. –

Bren’s hands skim down my sides to grip my hips as he deepens the kiss. His tongue. eeps into my mouth, teasing and tasting. I moan, heat flooding through me, my skin buzzing with sensation.

He kisses me like he’s starving for it, like he wants to devour me whole. It’s intoxicating, being the sole focus of his intensity. I arch into him, reveling in the solid heat of his body against mine.

He’s the first wolf I’ve ever kissed, and I’m already

determined for him to be the first wolf I ever f***k.

His kisses are great. The sex is probably better. And right now, here, now, with the alcohol burning in my veins and his kisses drugging my mind, I’m ready for

more.

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135 Lisa: A Simple Tryst (1)

One of his hands tangles in my hair, tugging just hard enough to send sparks dancing down my spine. His lips trail hot, open-mouthed kisses along my jaw and down my neck. I tilt my head back, giving him better access,

lost to the rush of desire.

“God, you’re so ** hot,” Bren growls against my skin, nipping at my pulse point. “Been wanting to do this all night.”

“It’s been, like, thirty minutes,”

ant into his ear,

reaching down to unbuckle his jeans. The bulge I’m already feeling is nice.

Yes. This is an amazing idea. 10/10 would recommend.

It’s not that I’m a s**t. I don’t sleep with anyone who looks my way. But if I’m interested, and he’s interested -well, is there a reason to play silly games when you can scratch the itch instead?

“Thirty long minutes,” he hisses as my fingers manage to pry his buckle apart. Sliding my hands down the waistband of his boxers, I close my eyes and give silent

prayer.

Yes, that bulge is everything it promised to be.

Nothing worse than getting hot and heavy and haing

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sorely disappointed in the end. Sometimes it worked out fine (it really is what they do with it), but so few of them can follow basic instructions, much less focus on someone else’s pleasure.

Bren’s huge hands yank my jeans down with little finesse. Thankfully, they’re stretchy and accommodate going over my hips without being unbuttoned.

I can hear other noisy sounds around us. We’re not the only ones with this idea.

I’m okay with it.

The raw hunger in Bren’s eyes is thrilling, a different experience. Ava had talked about being devoured, about the dominance of both Clayton and Lucas, and I can see it now.