Page 80 of Gifted Destiny

“Perfect,” Bren murmurs. His voice echoes as if he’s far away, but he’s still kneeling in front of me. “Seeing you like that has to be the best sight I’ve ever encountered,” he says. Reflex prompts me to think he’s lying, but he’s not. I can sense it. He rises from his knees, and I realize that he’s still fully dressed. I can’t magic away his clothes like I did with mine. When he’s standing, the thick shaft of his cock is visible through his jeans, and my mouth starts to water just staring at it. It doesn’t matter that I just came. I want him inside me.

“Can you do that again?” he whispers in my ear as he leans over me, blocking my perfect view. My head turns quickly to meet his gaze.

“Do what?” My voice cracks, and I wonder how loud my screams were. Did the entire campus hear? Do I care?

“I want you to come again,” Bren replies. “But this time, I want to be inside you when you do.”

I didn’t expect him to talk like this during sex, and it’s a thrilling surprise. I lick my lips, and his hungry gaze drops to my mouth. I open it to answer, but only a squeak emerges because he picks me up at the same time. His arms strain a little; he’s not as strong as his brother is, but he has enough strength to lower me gently to the blanket spread across the rooftop. I have no idea when this happened, but it becomes inconsequential when he whips off his shirt.

I reach for him immediately, wanting to feel his smooth, pale skin under my fingers. He’s leaner than Kodi or Garrett but more muscled than Avery, and I find each of them beautiful. My fingertips trace the ridges of his chest, raising a tapestry ofgoosebumps as his fingers fumble with his pants. Then, he stops, and I look up to see him watching me.

“Do you want to keep going?” A fresh hint of nervousness hides behind his words that wasn’t there a second ago. I search our bond and realize he’s worried about pressuring me. He still wants me just as badly. “We could wait ….”

I crane my neck so I can reach his lips with mine and swat his fingers away from his waistband at the same time. “I want you inside me.” My tone is blunt, honest, and filled with a self-confidence I don’t usually feel. “Is that what you want?”

“Fuck yes,” he answers and follows up with a bruising kiss. I smile against his lips as I jerk his pants down his hips. His cock springs free with a bouncing eagerness, I wrap my palm around it, forgetting all about his pants. His groan vibrates through my entire body as my hand curls around his throbbing length.

I want to whimper and protest when he pulls away, but he removes his pants and settles between my legs before I can form words. “I can’t wait,” he whispers, and a desperate edge tinges his voice. I’m still wet and aching from my earlier orgasm, and his strong thrust wrings a cry from my throat. His fingertips bite into my hips as he holds me steady for his assault, and the needy hunger punctuating every move of our bodies makes me realize how gentle the other three had been with me. That will have to change because I’m not feeling any pain at the moment.

Pleasure and sensation fill me as his cock strokes my inner walls in rhythmic, punishing thrusts. He drives my body into the roof of the library, and I cry out every time he sheaths himself fully inside me. Neon blue overtakes the last slivers of green in his eyes and blue sparks dance along his skin. The tingling sensation of them fizzling against me adds to my pleasure. Everything around me fades into obscurity as we speed toward the summit with our gazes locked and our breaths synchronized. We could burn the entire world with our magic, and I wouldn’tcare – not right now. I’ve never seen something so beautiful as his muscles flexing or the concentrated pleasure on his face as he loses himself inside me.

Bren’s magic spreads until the world turns blue again, not just the sky but the air around us. Subconsciously, I prevent the physical manifestation of his magic from spreading beyond the gargoyle barrier, but it doesn’t take any conscious effort. I am as focused on my mage as he is on me. The color makes me feel like we’re swimming in tropical waters, though, and I gasp for breath.

The same desperate edge plagues Bren as his thrusts deepen, and his finger presses gently against my clit. I grasp him like a lifeline, squeezing around him so that he groans with pleasure and strain. The slight pressure is all I need to unfurl the tight spiral of pressure inside me, and the beginning of my orgasm causes Bren to shatter with me this time.

The power of this climax shakes every nerve and cell in my body. Even though I have to close my eyes, the backs of my eyelids flare with electric blue light as his satisfied shouts of ecstasy join mine. His cock pulses as he spills into me, and the almost unbearable heat of his body consumes me. When I can control my body again, I force my eyes open to see his expression as he rides the aftershocks. His gaze is still intent on me with no trace of green.

“You are real, my beautiful Zosia. You are all that matters – past, present, and future.” Bren’s words are whispered between raw gasps for air as he collapses on top of me. The fervent belief and truth in his tone make the moment brighter and more poignant.

“You are real, Brennan, just as I am.” I’m uncertain whether I’m reassuring him or me after the surreal experience we just shared.

I expect the magic to dissipate alongside the euphoria of our lovemaking, but it doesn’t. A blue sea of color is all I see beyond our island of normalcy. The color is thick and opaque, unlike real air, obscuring the gargoyles that were only feet away from us.

The strange fog sizzles with random magical static, like subdued lightning strikes. The vibrancy of the blue color is practically unseen in nature, and its pure beauty nearly brings tears to my eyes again.

My rapt appreciation of our new landscape catches Bren’s attention, and he lifts his head from my shoulder. When his expression changes from serenity to horrified fear, I rush to reassure him. “It’s not what you think, love.” The endearment comes easily now, and it no longer carries the fear it did a mere hour ago.

His worry isn’t easily soothed. Through the bond, I sense his belief that he’s destroyed our world with magic. I know he’s incorrect, but it isn’t easy to explain. The explanation defies the laws of nature and physics that I once believed were unbreakable.

Despite my reassurance, Bren disentangles his body from mine and reaches for his clothes. A single thought leaves me fully dressed within seconds. I don’t know if other shifters can dress and undress this way, but I won’t complain. The act of getting dressed and undressed has always been more difficult for me, but my appreciation is short-lived when I realize the flaw in my new plan. The clothes are the same ones I discarded. If I used magic every time, I would wear the same clothes for years – like Kodi.

I wish I could offer the same convenience to Bren, but he’s less concerned with his modesty. His jeans are the only thing he bothers to put on before he turns his full attention to our surroundings.

He steps toward the edge of the blanket and stares into the blue fog. The picnic basket Garrett packed is nearby, so I roll toward it to grab a bottle of water. It’s still cold, and I nearly gulp the entire container. Although Bren expended more physical energy, I still feel parched. Surprisingly, I don’t feel the same exhaustion as I did when we climbed to the roof.

I monitor Bren’s emotions carefully, worried he might still combust, but his inner turmoil hasn’t translated to external sparks. Did he exhaust his magic, control it, or send it outward? Is the bond containing it?

After several silent minutes of contemplation, he turns back to me and studies me with equal intensity. The absence of panic in my emotions and demeanor finally allows him to relax. He heaves a huge sigh and drops onto the blanket next to me again. When I hand him the second bottle of water, he gulps greedily. I admire the way his throat moves and the taut lines of his arms and chest still on display. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of looking at him – at any of my mates.

“Do you know what this is?” he asks after he lowers the bottle. His tone is level, but fear still lingers among his emotions. I lean toward him and rest my head on his shoulder, offering and accepting the comfort of his nearness.

I don’t know how to answer. I might possess more knowledge of the phenomenon, but knowledge doesn’t immediately impart understanding. Despite the strangeness, however, I’m not worried or scared, and I attempt to relay this along our secured bond.

“I don’t know how to say this exactly, but ….” I pause and motion to the bright blue air. “You have two powerful abilities. They’ve collided, and this is the result.”

Bren’s eyes are huge as he dips his head to look at me. The blue sheen of his magic is subtly fading back into green, but it’s still there. The light surrounding us transforms his dark hair intoa blue-black shade, and I’m certain it’s also affecting me. How do I look with blue hair? I’m positive it doesn’t appear as natural on me as it does on Bren.

“Collided?” he echoes.

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