Page 110 of Brandy Snap: Part Two
“Hell no.” He scowled. “I’ve got way too much I want to do before I kick it. I can’t live my best life if I’ve got to take care of another little shit as well. I barely get enough attention as it is.” He squeezed my fingers before playing with them, rubbing tender circles over my hands, teasing strokes on my wrists. “You’re the first person I’ve met that I really want to take care of properly. Not in the way I do with Sin and Cas, but like a mate taking care of his omega.”
I wasn’t sure if I was actually forgiving him, but the butterflies that spun through me and the blush that climbed my cheeks as he smiled washed away the hurt from the way he laughed.
He sighed softly. “But I at least wished I had a choice. Didn’t you feel that way? I presented and suddenly that choice was tossed out of the window and it was never up to me.”
“Of course I felt it. But we can make another choice.” I gripped his hands, holding him still, taking charge.
“Yeah? What kind of choice?” He arched his brow.
“We can make a choice here not to have children. Even if we can’t physically, we can still choose not to let it hold us back. You told me we always have a choice, so we can decide this together.”
Kai groaned as his head tipped forward. More love bloomed from him, and he rubbed his cheek against mine, shuffling nearer.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” I asked, trying to turn my head to find out what face he was making this time. But he kept himself hidden again.
“You’re too good for me. I don’t think I’m going to be able to top that.”
“Are you saying that’s too much?”
“I’m saying that I’m a fucking simp for you because I feel so fucking lucky.”
I couldn’t believe he was this happy. It didn’t feel real that he was so pleased about it when so many people made me feel ashamed. Everything he said made sense, but it wasn’t something I could get used to easily, even though he was already pulling me into another hug.
And it was still hard to deal with such biting honesty from him when he’d been so closed off weeks ago.
A laugh bounced from him as his nails sank into my thigh as he dragged me towards him.
“Yeah, let’s make this fucking choice. Whatever our alphas or their fucked-up families say, it’s down to us.” He smirked. “So, come here and let me show you what being a real omega’s all about.”
Kai
Iwas going to die.
Everything about her was so perfect that I must have been booted to heaven, because there was no way this could be real.
Her scent, her warmth, her tight hold on my cock. Brandy panted and purred, writhing on top of me, her essence filling every part of me as she rode my cock so hard I whimpered.
We’d been fucking furiously for the past hour, ever since we talked about her scar and blew my mind.
Her hands dented the mattress by my ears, the bed shook with how fast she rocked on me, and I groaned happily as she crushed me under her weight.
I’d made sure the bed was the strongest I could find in case I had to bring Cas into my nest when he went rogue, but it still creaked as she took her pleasure from me.
I kissed her deeply as she moaned, pure fucking relief pounding through me over how Brandy had crashed our bullshit lives.
As soon as she told me about her scar, my heart cracked open and all my anxiety flew straight out the window.
Well, maybe not all of it, but such a huge chunk that I desperately clung to her like she was my good luck charm.
I knew my morals weren’t exactly in line with most people’s, and it was seriously fucked up, but I’d thought I was going to end up crying again when she said she couldn’t have children.
Because it made us the same.
It meant I wouldn’t get kicked out of the pack because she got pregnant. Or that I’d be permanently ignored as soon as a baby was born because my alphas would spoil Brandy and the imaginary kid I hated. Sin and Cas’s families wouldn’t have legal reasons to scratch me off the family register, and I wouldn’t have to feel like I was just an extra pair of hands instead of the omega they supposedly loved.
I wouldn’t have to sit there for years while people oohed and aahed over a shitty little child, where Brandy got invited to every lunch, party, and outing by other omega mums, where peoplegave her gifts and cosied up to her all because she was the first omega of their generation to shoot out a kid.
It made us fucking equals and I was the sick fuck who was grateful for it, even though it was something else to add to her long list of pain.
