Page 43 of Brandy Snap: Part One

“Hieveryone!WelcomebacktoInternational Fashion Weekly, your first stop for the latest styles and trends. I’m Kai Risler, three-time winner of the International Design Awards and owner of—”

His voice faded as I cried out, coming again as Kai smiled for the camera. A sleek green suit clung to his soft frame, his hair gelled to one side, round sunglasses perched on his nose as he spoke into a microphone.

He sat on a high stool with his co-host, a stunning alpha female in a deep blue dress.

I rubbed my aching clit as my gaze traced the sharp lines of his face and wished he could see me.

I whimpered as I curved my back, weakly thrusting the end of the dildo so I could at least feel something in the dark cloud of pleasure that suffocated me.

It was the same position Caspian first fucked me in; with my ass up in the air, my knees bent up to my chest, my head rubbing on the mattress. But now, my arm fed between my legs, and I pressed my breasts into a pillow for support because no one was there to hold me up as he slammed into me.

I tried to get some kind of relief, but everything hurt, everything was too raw, and the heat had ruined me.

I’d been stuck like this since I returned to my nest, and I still couldn’t get rid of my need. I didn’t have the strength to change my bedsheets, and I’d barely had enough energy to get myself fresh water and batteries. I couldn’t even walk to the kitchen for food.

I refused to open the window in case someone heard me, and the place was drenched in this new perfume—my perfume.

With my orange curtains closed, the bright sunlight could have been sunset on a gorgeous island in the Mediterranean instead of three p.m. on a sweat-drenched Saturday afternoon.

The rest of the drive back that night was hell. I’d settled when I finally flung myself inside my flat, gasping and panting. And then I knew for sure that it was my nest.

The only time I’d heard of omegas having nests so big was in those fancy interior design magazines, and everyone said those were fake, anyway. Omegas’ nests were small and cosy spaces that were filled with warmth and love and safety.

Not an entire flat drenched in the scent of brandy and slick.

I just had to hold on until the heat was over. Then I could deal with what really mattered, like how I was going to protect myself now that I wasn’t a beta.

Thank God betas couldn’t scent other designations, because there would have been complaints from my neighbours already. As soon as they found out what happened to me, I’d lose my home.

But that was the furthest thing from my mind as another wave of heat shuddered through my body and I glued my eyes to the screen.

Kai was so beautiful in front of the camera. Eyeliner, blush, and lipstick that was perfect for that sly smile of his. I desperately missed the line of his waist and the sleek shape of his chest that was exposed by the deep V of his waistcoat.

And even though they were old clips from his TV show recorded years ago, I kept looking at his left hand, like I’d see my bite mark there.

If I had alphas, they would take care of me. They would treasure me and love me and fuck me the way I needed them to.

And Kai and I could hold each other, and we could exchange bites so I could stop the mad craving that sent me to tears every time I thought of it.

I wanted him with me, I wanted all of them to show me what I was supposed to do, how I could be an omega. Reading books and imagining what it would be like was so different than being so unfulfilled and out of control. Kai could tell me how to use my aura and scent, Sin could make sure I had food and sleep, and Caspian could fuck me until I couldn’t move without him.

My body knew how wrong it was that they weren’t there with me, but I refused to give in after everything they’d said.

I thought I had cut them out. The rejection was meant to be final. That’s what it said online.

I thought I would be fine and I wouldn’t be whimpering and whining all the time. But the further into my heat I got, the more fiercely my craving for the three of them came back.

I couldn’t properly reject the bond unless I cleaved. All because of the stupid bite.

Each time I found the place in the bond where I could sever our connection, pain screamed through my body and I had to stop. Being completely separated from Kai wasn’t worth that much agony. So, instead, I just rolled around in my bed pathetically, coming every five minutes.

I’d lasted about an hour with the knotted dildo I’d hidden under my bed before I knew I needed to search for pictures of them.

After milking as much of their scents as I could from the card, my dress, and my leggings, the memories of our argument took over, and I scrunched everything up and threw it in the bin in an exhausted rage.

I was so empty. I needed a knot. I needed a hot body slamming into me so hard my pussy would go numb and I couldn’t walk.

I’d searched for Sin online first, and even though he looked mouth-watering in a pinstripe suit, I didn’t want to listen to him talk about his TV networks with omega interviewers fawning over him while I came.

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