Page 44 of Brandy Snap: Part One

Next was Caspian, and even though there were amazing shots of him in a vest and tiny shorts with other huge alphas on the website for the security company he ran, I could only scroll one-handed for so long.

So, it was Kai and his fashion show. The best parts were when he brought in his designs and modelled them himself. He was natural, and he looked at the camera with the same gleam in his eye that he had when he teased me.

I’d spun my TV so I could press my cheek into my mattress and watch various clips on Kai’s YouTube channel on auto-play.

I clenched my teeth as the next wave of heat rolled through me, but it was too much. Biting my already worn lip, I forced my weak wrist up to thrust into myself again.

My first heat, my first real heat, and I was crying, ass up in the air, twisting to push my face into the mattress to muffle my voice and soak up the tears.

Why had I wanted to be an omega? Why did I think going into heat would be amazing?

Because of all my alphaporn. I’d thought Amanda losing control was sexy, and that heats were so romantic and passionate and filled with love, whether you were alone or not. That your alphas always found you to help you and shower you with anything you needed. But it was a fantasy. None of it was real—at least not for me. The dildo just didn’t do the job. Not like the hard fire of Caspian as he thrust himself into me again and again. And that look of hate and lust in Kai’s eyes. And the way Sin’s coldness gave way to warmth…

My back arched as heat flooded through me again, and my need ignited. I couldn’t do this anymore. It was too much. How did other omegas survive a heat?

I couldn’t go to a heat clinic because I was an unregistered omega. And a private heat helper was way beyond anything I could afford.

My mobile rang, the electric vibration buzzing in time to the dildo inside me. I let it ring through. I was too stiff to stretch my slick-soaked hand to the bedside table where it sat.

The ringing ended, and I made myself move. I’d been on my front too long. I’d spent an hour on my back, and another hour in a cold bath so I could spread my legs and use the shower head.

I couldn’t understand it. In the Spa, my body was flying high, drowning in bliss as the three of them used me. I couldn’t call it making love; it had been tainted by their offer and the realisation of what they thought I was.

A blog had suggested taking painkillers to relieve the ache of being separated from your scent match, but they weren’t strong enough when every part of my body was already on fire. And it didn’t take away my empty loneliness.

My phone rang again, and I groaned. I didn’t need to look at the screen to see who it was and why they were calling. Only one person would call me nonstop.

But if I didn’t answer, my sister might storm down here to complain to me about how I wasn’t thinking about our family without a shred of self-awareness. And how would she react if she found out I was in heat?

“Seriously?” I muttered as the phone lit up for the third time.

It was probably nothing, but I was so scared something had happened to Mum since I’d missed my visit. If Mum had had another stroke and I was too busy coming nonstop to answer, I’d never forgive myself. Not that I could go out in this state, but I still needed to know she was okay.

My throat was so dry I didn’t know if I could talk. The second I pushed myself up onto all fours, my muscles screamed and I wanted to collapse.

I slapped the pause button on the TV before I reached for the phone.

I moaned as the change in position had my pussy clenching around the knot. I rocked back, stopping when my ass bumped my heels, but I couldn’t stay still.

It was like my body had been reprogrammed, and all I could do was keep moving and grinding until I came again.

I whimpered, knowing I needed something to help me.

With the phone still vibrating in one hand, I grabbed a pillow, ignoring the damp patches. The line between slick, sweat, and saliva was already so blurred it didn’t matter anymore. I opened my legs, shoving the pillow between them and lowering my ass down, groaning as my weight sagged. At least it brought me a bit of relief.

I started rocking on the pillow. It wasn’t fantastic, but it was enough to give my wrists a break.

I was so glad the knot kept the dildo inside me, because I didn’t want to have to deal with pushing it back into myself when I was on the phone.

I didn’t even look at the screen as I swiped right, pressing my phone against my ear, my head ripping back as I bounced, and the shaft hit me at the perfect angle.

“Mel! Are you okay?” the voice burst in my ear.

My eyes were still rolling in the back of my head as I jumped in surprise.

“What’s going on?” Lucielle quickly asked. “I haven’t heard from you all weekend!”

I didn’t know if it was better or worse that Lucielle. With Rosa, I’d just have to listen to her excuses about why she couldn’t visit Mum, and she would ignore that I was gasping and whining, but Lucielle actually cared about me.

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