Page 13 of Becoming Brandy

Turning toward him, she pursed her lips, parting them slightly. She arched her back, shaking out her hair.

Trembling, he reached out and brushed his thumb along her cheek. His eyes were that mesmerizing purple. And his soft, reserved manner was sweet and endearing. She was used to brutes who took what they wanted. Wrek was thoughtful and kind. She leaned into his touch, closing her eyes.

“Drake thinks you’re bad for me,” he murmured.

She felt her body responding to his closeness. “And I think Drake wants me for himself. What do you think?”

He was breathing heavily, his hand in her hair, fingers slowly stroking the strands to the ends. “I think you’re one of the most amazing people I’ve ever met.”

He leaned in further, still hesitating. They were now inches apart. She could smell that scent all males had. One of their many intoxicating qualities that made her lose herself.

This time when he leaned toward her, she closed her eyes, and he initiated the kiss.

When he brushed against the smooth skin of her mouth, it made heat spread across her body. But he seemed unsure of himself, so she took charge. Grabbing his head, she used her tongue to coax his lips apart. With a moan, he let her in. Their tongues tangled in gentle sweeps that sent thrills up her spine.

One of his hands gripped the back of her neck, fingers snaking into her hair. He pulled her closer, kissing her deeper. He seemed to be getting the hang of it, letting himself enjoy her without worry. When he pulled his mouth away, she was breathless and hot.

“Why did you stop?” she asked.

He shook his head, eyes narrowed at the rise in his pants that proved he wanted her. “Drake.”

“Forget him.” But when she reached for him again, he leaned back.

“You’re wonderful, Brandy.” He let go of her and stood up, adjusting his clothes. “But he’s claimed you first. What he’d do to me if he found out…” Wrek blushed.

“Well, well, well…” a voice said from the doorway.

When their heads jerked toward the sound, Tork was leaning against a wall, his arms crossed over his chest and a smug smile on his lips.

Wrek flustered, stepping away from Brandy.

Busted.

“I knew you were a rebel, little brother,” Tork said, still smiling darkly, “but I didn’t know you’d go directly against Drake’s wishes. Brave, little brother. Brave and stupid.”

Brandy swiveled her gaze between the two men, not really understand. “What did Drake say?”

Tork raised an eyebrow. “He said you are his. He owns you, and we are not to touch you until he’s done with you.”

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