Page 75 of Saving Destiny

“I need more flexibility, so I’m going to lean towards Garrett.” My body moves as I say the words. The shifter is as supportive as a stone wall, and the position frees my other arm. My legs ache with every movement. Bren’s pressure on my thighs had caused more pain than I’d realized until I stood up.

I peel my wet pants down my hips and grunt with irritation when the material sticks to my skin. When I begin to lose my balance, Garrett shifts his hold automatically. His arm moves from my arm to my waist. I want to glare at him, but I’m concentrating on not falling over.

I marvel at how soaked I managed to get in a very short time. The skin of my legs is also red, but the color should fade once I’m dry. After I lower my pants and underwear to my thighs, I tell the brothers to lower me. My bare butt against the plush towel is a reminder that I’m practically naked. My face flares as I finish stripping the pants off and dry the lingering moisture from my skin. I’m surprised Kodi hasn’t popped in to witness my embarrassment. A brief search reveals that he and Avery are in the stacks on the third floor, but I have no idea what they’re doing.

The feel of my dry clothes as I pull them on makes me sigh with relief. The men’s bodies had thoroughly distracted me from my discomfort.

“Ok, you can lift me up again.” They do as I say, but I swear Garrett peeks at my butt when I shimmy the rest of the way into my pants. Bren is still facing away, but I sense amusement from him. I don’t have time to think about it. Right after I fasten my pants, a cramp shoots through my left thigh. I hurl myself toward Garrett to keep from falling backwards, and the shifter catches me easily. His hard body presses against mine and takes the weight off my legs as I stretch the offending muscle.

The pain is starting to fade when I glance up and notice that his eyes aren’t just brown. They’re the color of whiskey or amber, and they’re quite beautiful. The longer we stare at each other, though, the darker they get.

“I haven’t had to kiss you to shut you up for a while,” he murmurs in a husky tone that makes my body warm again.

“I’m not even talking,” I whisper. My words don’t make sense, but he doesn’t appear to hear me anyway. All of his attention remains focused on my lips.

When his mouth descends onto mine, I realize that I’ve been waiting for him or Bren to kiss me since we entered the stairwell. One of my hands still clutches Bren’s forearm, and I don’t want to let him go. I need his steadying presence because Garrett’s kiss makes my legs feel like jelly. I might fall if they weren’t supporting me. The shifter kisses with a firm insistence that is almost brutal but not painful; intense is a better word. He doesn’t have Avery’s slow, sensual seductive techniques. He wants to conquer me and claim me, and I want to submit for the first time in my life.

“I want a kiss too,” Bren pouts.

I’m surprised when Garrett releases my lips and places a tender kiss on my nose. The romantic gesture is at odds with his demanding lips and labored breathing. His pupils dominate his eyes now, and the slivers of iris are the shade of dark coffee.

Before I can form words, the shifter spins me, and I’m pretty sure my feet don’t touch the ground. Bren’s face stupefies me for the millionth time. “You’re just too attractive.” My tongue betrays my thoughts and a blush creeps up my neck. I didn’t mean to say it aloud.

“Too attractive?” Bren echoes with a disappointed frown.

“It’s a little intimidating,” I admit. “You’re so good-looking that you’d make the perfect main character in a novel or the lead hero in a movie. I never imagined I’d see anyone so hot in real life. Even if I did, I doubt they’d notice me. That you not only notice me and see me, but want to kiss me?” I shake my head. “I’m still getting used to the idea.”

He considers my words before replying. “If you understood and believed how beautiful you are, you’d know that I feel the same way.”

My eyes widen with disbelief. To an objective observer, the comparison would be ludicrous. His tone is completely honest, though, which indicates he believes his words. The idea is still confusing me when he kisses me. It’s not exactly a kiss. He seems to be exploring and savoring rather than kissing me. Although it isn’t chaste, the way he tastes me, pulls back, meets my lips again, and then attempts a different angle feels like a tease. It’s sensual but also extremely frustrating. Just when I think he’ll deepen the kiss, he begins to pull back entirely.

With a growl of irritation, I grasp the back of his neck and pull his mouth to mine. My tongue tastes the seam of his lips until he gasps and opens them for me. He’s said he isn’t a virgin, but I doubt he’s kissed anyone the same way I’m kissing him because I have complete control. He follows my lead eagerly, though, and I press closer to him. Garrett still supports most of my weight, though, as his hands span the distance from my ribs to my hips with ease.

Although I’m fully captivated by Bren’s kissable lips, the impression of something massive pressed against the top of my butt surprises me. It takes me several seconds to realize that it’s Garrett. I pull my lips away from Bren’s with a gasp. His hardness compared to Bren’s submissive, soft lips and eager desire proves to be too much for me to handle. My chest heaves as I try to pull necessary air into my lungs.

“Fuuu …,” I groan. The orphanage’s strict rules prohibiting me from cussing might be wearing off.

“Was my kiss awful?” Bren asks with concern as his beautiful green eyes study my expression.

I choke on a laugh that sounds semi-hysterical. “No, no, that’s not it at all. You’re a great kisser,” I reassure him as my brain attempts to process the several inches …feet?… of hard shifter behind me. My hips press against him without my permission.

I must be mistaken. Does he have a flashlight in his pocket? Or a baseball bat? I mean, I’ve read about men with cocks that seemed impossibly large, but I’d laughed them off as fiction. There’s no way they could please a woman without ripping them in half.

Whateveritis, it surges against me when my butt wiggles. Garrett answers the movement with a low growl-groan that vibrates through my entire body. The heat that engulfed me the moment he kissed me spreads through my body like fire. My new clothes will be drenched in sweat within minutes if I stay between them.

Comprehension dawns on the mage’s face when he realizes how close his brother presses against me. “Oooh.” He draws the word out, and his lips twitch with amusement. “You’ve just realized how big my brother is, haven’t you? Remember that really old song about big butts? The guy sings,my anaconda don’t want none ….I thought it was hilarious and definitely stupid because anacondas are huge. Then, I realized that Garrett might actually give an anaconda a run for its money. Not that snakes have money ….” Bren frowns as he considers the situation.

“Bren,” Garrett growls. His breath blows hot against my neck and his muscles somehow get harder. I waver between laughter and something resembling delirium.

“You deserve that because you distracted Zo from our kiss. It was probably on purpose too.” Bren sticks his lower lip out and takes a step back, but he still supports me. His movement allows me to step forward before I begin to hyperventilate about the possibility of having sex. I know women’s bodies are amazing and adaptable, but I can’t imagine that fitting inside me. I push the thought away before I actually start to imagine what it might be like.

Reaching for any distraction, I focus on Bren’s sullen, but still handsome, expression. “I’m sorry, Bren. Your kiss was amazing.” The younger brother smirks, revealing that the pout was only to get my attention. I roll my eyes but share his smile. “I enjoyed both your kisses,” I amend before I ask the difficult question. “Is your griffin all right?” Perhaps contemplating his beast’s jealousy might help me erase the image of dragging them both to the floor right here – Garrett’s size notwithstanding.

“He’s handling this surprisingly well,” Garrett replies in a rumble. “This is all he can handle, though. When we are finally together, it will be just you and me, pussy cat.”

I glower at the shifter over my shoulder. “You did not just call me that.”

“I definitely did,” he replies with a smirk that’s a mirror image of his brother’s, despite the differences in their looks.

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