Page 15 of Brandy Snap: Part One

I tried to mean it, but it was difficult when Caspian bit out a laugh and rolled his hips, grinding his cock against my stomach.

“Oh God,” I whispered. I’d never felt a cock so big.

He hummed as his lips traced my ear. “If you’re a beta, then why can I smell you slicking for me like a tasty omega in heat?”

He grabbed my neck, burying my face into his bare sweat-stained chest, and I exploded. The scent filled me, and all I could do was press myself deeper and lick the caramel salt from his skin.

He fixed all of his attention on me, even with his omega moaning beside us. I’d been dreaming about this for years, and now it was happening. Though the way the heat in my body pulsed with my heartbeat was making me wonder if this was all really a dream.

I inhaled to calm myself down, but it was the biggest mistake I could have made. A whimper tore from me, my body shuddering as I drank down his scent.

Hard muscles, harsh voice, and I could hear his heart pounding in time with mine as my ear pressed to his chest. I already knew how good it would be to have his cock inside me. I wanted his thick hard weight to fuck me until I couldn’t breathe.

“Just let me go,” I gasped, drowning in him, in his essence, in the power of his aura that was holding me in place.

“Please, I can’t afford to lose my job,” I replied in the weakest voice I’d ever heard. I couldn’t mean it, not when I knew that if he let me go, I would collapse to the floor.

I looked up at him, hoping that my heavy panting and kisses on his collarbone were enough to convince him I didn’t want this.

“You just keep saying that, omega. Keep telling me you don’t want it. Fight me, bite me, scream for me. Then I can really have fun,” he groaned. “Because we both know the truth, don’t we? We know who you’re really working for.”

I flinched under him, trying to make sense of his words. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I answered, shaking my head.

His teeth scraped over my neck. “You’re fucking lucky you smell like this or you’d already be dead. But that was why they sent you, wasn’t it?”

I told myself I could have escaped. Until another wave of heat hit me and a whine poured from my throat. My eyes widened in shock, my whole body trembling with need as my head thumped against the door.

He wasted no time as his free hand grabbed the hem of my dress, shoving it up around my hips. Another needy whine echoed from me as his fingers found their prize.

I wore leggings, but that didn’t stop him from pressing his fingers over them and hitting my clit. I cried out, the sound ringing loudly between us.

“Fuck, you’re fucking gorgeous,” he hissed. “We shouldn’t even be doing this. What the fuck are you doing to me?”

All I could do was hold on. One hand clutching his bicep, my other tight on his shoulder, I opened my legs, wanting more, wanting him deeper. No matter what words spilled from my mouth, my body wanted other things, and the burning heat was consuming me.

“Please, just let me go,” I begged, all while I rocked my hips harder.

I wanted to come so badly. I needed it. I needed him. But there was still part of me—the sane part—that remembered I had a job, and a life, and things more important than the hottest alpha I had ever met smothering me within ten seconds of meeting him.

“What’s your name, omega? I want to know what I should say when I tell you to come.”

My body exploded, my head tearing back to give him better access to my skin as I perfumed again.

Myscent. Deep and rich and filled with a chorus of spices that made me feel like I was home.

Brandy.

And it wasn’t just strong. It was like my scent was announcing to the room how needy I was.

“Oh, you liked that, did you?” Caspian asked as he buried his face closer, a single lick to my skin sending a tremor through my body. “So, if I said you need to tell this alpha your name or I won’t play with your pussy.” He leaned back with a wicked smirk. “Would you like that?”

I shook, tears forming at the corners of my eyes. I’d been waiting so long to hear words like that, especially from an alpha who looked like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to kill me or fuck me.

“Come on, omega,” he teased, pulling his fingers off of my clit. “You don’t want me to stop touching you, do you?”

“It’s Mel—” I choked out. “It’s Melanie,” I whimpered, trembling as his fingers slowly traced the V of my hips, too far from where I needed him.

“And my name?”

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