Page 79 of Gifted Destiny

When his mouth leaves mine, I whimper a weak protest that is forgotten the moment they close around my nipple. The fabric of my shirt and bra can’t shield me from the wet heat of his tongue as it strokes the taut, aching peak. My head falls back with a groan, and my thighs automatically clench around his torso, but I keep my gaze on him. The inky darkness of his thick hair presents a striking contrast against the peach color of my top.

Perhaps feeling my gaze on him, his eyes open to peer up at me. The pale green is flecked with neon blue, and I’m mesmerized by the beauty of his magic. The magnitude of his power should frighten me, but it doesn’t. I trust this man completely, and I’ve already surrendered my heart to him. I extend that trust toward my body.

“Should we go downstairs?” Bren asks, briefly lifting his head from my aching nipple. The breeze is cool in comparison to his hot mouth, and I shiver.

My head shakes rapidly. A blanket on the ground isn’t that different from a bed, and the thought of all those stairs is practically enough to cool my desire. “No,” I say and lick my lips. His hungry gaze falls to watch the path of my tongue. “Here.” My hunger has reduced me to one-word replies, but Bren doesn’t require more.

With a nod, he returns his attention to my breasts, but his hands tug at the bottom of my shirt. “Can we get rid of this then?” His crooked grin is teasing, and I’m happy to comply if it means his mouth will be on my naked nipple.

I pull my shirt and bra over my head in one move. This seems to impress him, but it’s a stretchy bra – not one of those underwire, back-closure contraptions. I feel exposed, but it’s not necessarily a bad thing. The weather is beautiful, the temperature warm but not too hot. The slight breeze and the rays of the late afternoon sun are soothing. Although the gargoyles stand nearby, their attention is focused outward. I’m still aware of their presence, but they don’t feel human. I suppose it’s like having a cat or a dog in the room while having sex.

Bren’s gaze upon my breasts veers dangerously close to worship, but I’ve grown more confident about parts of my body since leaving the orphanage. My thoughts flee when his mouth returns to my nipple. My back arches toward him. Bren’s tongueis skillful; he alternates between sucking and licking, offering just enough pressure that it’s akin to pleasant torture. He keeps one hand on my left thigh and moves the other to my lonely nipple, and I’m lost in the feel of him. When his palm slides between my thighs and his fingers graze my crotch, my body shudders. My hips thrust forward, testing the integrity of the chair.

Bren’s smile is sweet as he glances up at me, and I get the sense that his attention is focused solely on me. Since he’s rarely this single-minded, I accept his attention as a meaningful compliment. Somehow, he manages to combine the compassion, fun, and intensity of my other three mates in one. I hadn’t expected that.

“Can you stay in the chair but remove these?” His fingers slide sensuously under the waistband of the stretchy pants as he asks. Thinking of his talented tongue on my aching lower body nearly wipes away every insecurity and doubt I have regarding his first view of my naked legs. The lust, appreciation, and security of the bond erase the rest.

A spark of intuition guides me to try something new. One second, I’m clothed, and the next, I’m fully naked. The sudden rush of air is shocking to my system, but the surprise on Bren’s face overwhelms the discomfort.

“How did you do that?”

“I’m not sure,” I reply with a shrug. “I just acted like I was shifting but didn’t shift. My clothes go somewhere when I shift forms, right?”

For a brief moment, I think we’re going to be derailed by the question, and I regret asking it. We’re both too distractible. Thankfully, Bren is still a male, and he wants me. The sight of my body on display is more tempting than pondering the specifics of shifter magic.

“I like your new trick,” he says in a thick voice as his eyes devour every inch of my bronzed skin. The intensity he and his brother share has returned. He takes me in with the same expression he adopts when reading a book – a rapt, single-minded focus that makes me feel beautiful and desired. “You have no idea how beautiful you are,” he whispers as he looks up at me. His swirling green and blue eyes express more than I thought was possible. The honesty behind his words, coupled with the bond, leaves no room for doubt. I might not be able to grace the cover of a magazine, but this gorgeous man thinks I’m beautiful. He wants me. Warmth and power slide through me at the realization I can’t deny anymore. All four of my mates want me – scars and all.

Connected as we are, Bren senses the realignment of my core beliefs and rises to kiss me again. This one isn’t teasing. It’s all-consuming as he attempts to prove the new belief to me beyond a shadow of a doubt. He doesn’t say anything; he simply kisses me with his entire being, pouring his heart and soul into the stroke of his tongue and the pressure of his lips.

Lightning crackles through my veins as tendrils of heat curl along the pathways. He’s starting a fire inside me, and I will gladly burn. He repositions himself so that only one of his thighs is between mine. I slide forward on the chair, shamelessly grinding against his denim-covered thigh without even realizing what I’m doing. When he releases my lips again, I’m breathless and panting.

“Bren ….” I gasp his name, too mindless with pleasure and lust to do anything else. I need him, but I can’t take control in this position; I can only beg and plead. His mouth slides to my jawline, then my neck and lower, while his hands cup my breasts.

He drops to his knees before me, and his hot mouth catches one of my aching nipples without a barrier of cloth between us.My head falls back as I bite down the moan of needy pleasure. I won’t be able to keep them contained, so I hope the library has enough magic to suppress my cries. We’re ten stories above the campus at least; sound shouldn’t travel that easily.

The hot swirl of his tongue reminds me of why I’d lost all of my clothes. “I want …,” I gasp as I grip his shoulders.

“Yes?” his tone sounds teasing and mischievous as he speaks around my nipple. The movement of his lips adds to my pleasure. “Tell me what you want,” he hums against my needy flesh.

“I want … I need …. Fuck. Why is this so hard?” This might be the first swear word I’ve ever spoken, but it slips out at the most appropriate moment. The situation definitely requires the use of the word.

“You want …?” he asks playfully while grazing the edge of his teeth along the tight peak of my breast. His palm slides leisurely down my stomach, over the curve of my hip, and then strokes slowly toward my center at a pace akin to torture. He feels hot against my skin, hotter than the sun’s light upon me.

“Touch me,” I growl in a feral manner as my beastly side lends her frustration to mine. His lips curl into a satisfied smile, but I barely notice because his palm finally reaches my throbbing core. He cups my mound before flicking his finger against my sensitive nub. I can’t restrain my reaction this time.

“Yes,” I moan as my fingers dig into his shoulders. I would drown in sensation if he weren’t my anchor.

His fingers play me like an instrument, and I’m grateful the chairs are sturdier than they looked because I writhe with greedy abandon. I should be sore or sated after my time with the others, but I feel no such thing. I barely notice when his lips leave my nipple until I feel cool air wafting over the wetness. Goosebumps rise on my skin, and I look down at him.

His eyes are level with my splayed legs, giving him a perfect view of my … everything. Rapt fascination lights his features as he gently strokes my clit and parts my folds. Sudden embarrassment warms my body, but his single glance upward stalls the emotion.

“Don’t,” he orders as if he’s an alpha shifter. “Your body is amazing. I especially like looking at this part of you.” Sincerity and honesty punctuate his words. He leans over to flick my clit with his tongue as if to emphasize his point. “I can see and feel how aroused you are for me right here. There’s nothing that can fake this reaction.”

He speaks the truth because I can feel how my need for him swells my lips and clit and practically buries me under sensation. I don’t know what he sees – I’ve never looked at myself down there – but his truth reverberates through my body. His head lowers again, watching me the entire time as his tongue strokes from my entrance to my clit, like I’m a lollipop and he’s savoring the flavor.

I still don’t know how I feel about his words, but I no longer care. His fingers and tongue drive every sane thought from my mind as he alternates long seconds of staring while he touches me with his fingers and mouth. His attention is as teasing as his earlier kiss, and I begin to pant like an animal as pleasure furls into a bright knot in my center. Heat builds inside me; I’m on fire.

My whimpers and needy moans fill the air when he circles my entrance with his finger before thrusting it inside me. I’m so wet that he slides in easily, and his tongue strokes my clit as I clench my inner muscles around him. When he curls his finger inside me, I break into a million pieces and shatter around him with no warning. My body jerks violently on the chair, but he manages to keep me from breaking it or myself as I cry out with an earth-shattering orgasm. Flashes of light dart throughmy vision when I open my eyes and realize the world appears altered. The sky is the neon blue of Bren’s magic instead of the light blue it was moments ago. I blink rapidly, and it returns to normal, making me question whether the pleasure has caused me to hallucinate.

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