Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted novel Chapter 136

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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–no, I can’t.” No way, not if he thinks he’s going to

get me pregnant.

Everything’s fun 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 of her heat–sex. Not that this is a thing with wolves.

Too bad, because I was having a blast up until-

Oh. 

• When he rocks against me again, my vagina 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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That feels… really good.

Better than before, even.

In fact, I think the world might be spinning a little.

“Good girl,” he whispers, as fire explodes through my body.

I want more. More. 

“Yeah, there you go. 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, too.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Shit, you’re so hot now. So wet. God, I’m going to fuck you full of pups.”

Why is it that such an abhorrent thought of moments before now has me grinding and moaning against him? Even the thought of him biting me fills me with a little gush of pleasure.

I’m full of questions, but also my body wants nothing more than to be fucked. Thoroughly. Again.

“Wait, wait. Is this–is there something in the punch?” I ask, shoving against him.

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To his credit, Bren stops, starting to realize

something’s wrong. “The punch? You mean elixir? You

didn’t know?”

His eyes are 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 him.

“Elixir?” I ask, having a bad feeling.

“It’s our aphrodisiac. I thought you knew. I thought that’s why you came here–shit.”

He still looks off, but he starts to pull out of me.

Before I can think twice, I wrap both my legs around him, grinding my pelvis hard against his.

Bren groans. “Lisa–you have to stop. I’m barely holding on here.”

“Wouldn’t have given it to you if I’d–fuck, Lisa, if you don’t–I’m going to-”

For a few suspended moments, 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 hair, savoring the afterglow.