Page 83 of Brandy Snap: Part One

A shudder went through me as my body pulsed, knowing exactly how raw we could get.

“Well, anyway,” Kai said, removing the fan from my chin and flicking it upwards. “I’ll just have to try extra hard to make sure everyone knows how much you want to be our mate, hm?”

“Kai,” Sin pressed, warning him, and Kai shot an irritated look at his mate.

“Okay,fine. But Cas still needs to scent mark her before we go out to the party. You’ve already had your turn.”

Leaning back against the wall, Kai looked over his shoulder to meet the eyes of his other alpha.

“Come on, Cas,” Kai urged, his voice deep with a challenging growl. “She’s waiting for your scent.”

I met Caspian’s gaze, still filled with hate, and my throat tremored with anticipation. Because he was getting closer to the same expression he had when he first threw himself at me in the heat suite.

“For fuck’s sake,” he snapped as he pushed off of the sink, running a hand through his hair. Kai stepped away as Caspian reared over me.

Caspian’s hand rubbed the back of his neck, his palm pressed flat against his spine. His aura grew thicker, surrounding me, crushing me, squeezing me the same way it did when he’d made me come.

He just stood there, his eyes glued to me.

The difference between Sin’s softness and coldness made me crave him. Kai’s anger was the same as mine and I wanted him to share it. But looking up at Caspian, I knew I could really lose myself with him. I could give him everything of myself, all the rage and hate that I’d forced down inside me since I was born, and he would take it all without questioning me.

The idea that I had absolutely no control with him should terrify me, but I wanted him to take me away so I didn’t have to feel anything but him.

He stood over me, his hand winding to the front of his throat before his lips pulled over his teeth as he growled.

“You don’t fucking deserve this,” he spat as he reached for me, and slamming his hand to the back of my neck.

I gasped as his fingers dug into the sides of my throat and he ground his hand into the ridge of my spine.

Even though Kai had rubbed himself all over me to remove Zania’s scent, it still stung and the roughness of Caspian’s touch made it worse.

His grip tightened in exactly the same place as Zania's as he embedded his salted caramel scent into my skin. Like he was replacing the memory of it with him.

I drew in a breath. And shuddered. And whined as his thick body pressed closer.

Suddenly his eyes widened, and he sucked in his chest as we both watched each other, inhaling the swirl of brandy and caramel that was so rich and fiery that it covered the back of my throat and spiralled into my lungs.

“It doesn’t matter how much you flutter your pretty lashes. You’re never going to fit in here.”

“You’re saying that”—my voice was barely a whisper—“but why do you keep leaning into me?”

Another growl echoed through him, setting my body alight.

“The only reason you’re here is because of the hole between your legs. I don’t give a shit what else you think you are.”

“But isn’t that what you want?” I asked, not recognising my own voice. I swept my hand against his stomach, scared by how bold I was. But I was high on Kai’s kisses, and I felt like I could do anything—and I wanted to find a way to make him crack.

I ran my hand farther downwards, channelling my inner Amanda.

“Isn’t my hole what you’ve been waiting for this whole time? Don’t you remember how good it felt to be inside me?”

His snarl bounced around the bathroom, but he didn’t pull my hand away either. His fingers twitched around my neck, and he forced my head back so I had to look at him.

I nearly melted as my fingers brushed the waistband of his trousers, and I had a choice. Did I slide my hand down so I could cup him? Or should I slip my hand under his waistband so I could feel his hard heat between my fingers?

His sharp cheekbones, his harsh nose, green eyes, growing closer to my face as his energy pressed against me.

I didn’t need to endure his spiked aura to know how much he despised touching me. He rubbed his hand back and forth over the top of my spine, exactly how I wanted to rub his cock, and I couldn’t help it.

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