Page 22 of Brandy Snap: Part Two
I was all hyped up on adrenaline, so it was only when Brandy’s face totally fell did I get that it finally clicked for her.
She’d worked it out. She saw what every other person in the world saw. The reason why the entire fucking planet thought I’d never be good enough for my alpha.
She saw the way Cas delicately held Camille, how easily she fit into his arms, and how Sin booted me to the side when Camille was on stage.
The worst part? As the slow production of Brandy’s reaction played out, guilt and shame flooded me. Because I kind of wanted us to be better than this. I sort of didn’t want her to learnwe were actually a fucking mess. Not that we exactly hid it. But I wished we could be better, for once.
I hated seeing Brandy get fucked up over learning how Cas felt about Camille. I’d wanted her to be all gnarled and twisted because I’d had to put up with five fucking years’ worth of that shit. But the ache that crept into her rich scent was like feeling my own heart breaking all over again. Because my omega was fucking hurting.
That’s why my dumb ass was two seconds away from rushing towards her and pulling her into my arms. So I could hold her, comfort her, let her know she wasn’t the only person who Sin and Cas fucked up with their shit.
As I slid my blood-stained hairpin into my pocket, I swallowed a nervous breath. It was fucking dumb, but I couldn’t have her thinking I was some pushover for trying to make her feel better.
I just didn’t want her to be alone like I had. That was all.
But I lost my chance.
Like it was a choice between me and them, her gaze left me as she moved towards them. And the four of them huddled up together like they were the perfect family.
Caspian turned from Camille, and my heart plunged as he loomed over Brandy, a deep growl rumbling from him.
Sin comforted his trembling sister by giving her his jacket, Brandy met Caspian with a heated look as his cock stirred, and I was totally forgotten. Again.
Caspian
“Are you okay?” Mel asked from beside us.
I didn’t care who she was talking to. I just needed her to fucking leave.
We were against the wall, mostly hidden from the rest of the party, even though we’d caused a scene. It was my fault for telling my team to stay back and reacting on instinct.
But I didn’t want them anywhere near each other, not even five fucking centimetres. I had to get Mel and Camille a million miles apart, even if it was just to stop the amusement burning through Kai since we turned up to see the Hiscoxes grabbing them like they were fucking animals.
A growl rumbled deep in my throat, and Camille let out a gasp. Her face paled as she pushed herself back from us, and guilt sliced right through me. But Sin was here, and I had to make sure Mel was okay.
I was doing it for Camille. Like I did everything, I was doing it to keep her safe. But that need, that overwhelming desire to make sure Camille was safe was being flung at Mel. And I couldn’t fucking stop it.
My common sense was yelling at me to save Camille, but my instincts were urging me towards Mel.
I was ready to kill the Hiscoxes in front of a crowd if they fucking touched any of them again.
I released Camille, noticing the way she sagged as Sin stepped in, but I was too focused on Mel to say anything. I would always apologise to Camille for being so rough. But I couldn’t look at anything except the omega next to me, whose bruise on her cheek was driving me fucking wild.
Mel. Mel. FuckingMel.
Because no matter how much I fought the fucking need inside me, I couldn’t beat away the truth.
I had to protect my omega.
And she knew she was mine. As soon as I moved towards her and she tilted her head to meet my gaze, I knew she fucking knew because the smooth waft of brandy I’d been dying to taste for a week grew thicker, stronger, muskier as she slicked for me.
I knew she wasn’t wearing panties because Kai wouldn’t shut the fuck up about it. Now the only thing that stopped me from dropping to my knees and plunging my tongue inside her was the ballroom of witnesses.
My hand shot out, my palm flat on her collarbones, my nails digging either side of her windpipe, my lips pulled back over my teeth.
And she fucking slicked even more.
I should have held her this tightly back in the office before we entered the party, so she knew who she was really dealing with.
