Page 3 of Brandy Snap: Part Two
In between the sheer insanity of the endless cleaning, there had been desperate bouts of longing and horniness as I tried to forget them while reliving every moment of them as well.
If Sin was scent marking me without even saying hello, how far might they go to prove I was their mate before we even entered the party?
It was something I’d been wondering since I accepted the invitation. Would they be willing to try it again?
I reached up a shaking hand, sliding my fingers to the back of his neck, asking him to bend down so I could whisper in his ear.
“What if there was an even better way to scent mark me?” I asked with a coy smile, and heat flashed in Sin’s gaze in return.
Melanie
Igasped as Sin’s gloved hand pressed against my stomach, his cock fitting perfectly into the line of my ass. His foreheaddropped onto my shoulder as he moaned, rolling his hips, his aura washing over me.
It had taken a lot more bargaining to get them to agree to scent mark me like the last time. To be honest, I hadn’t actually expected them to accept. Caspian had said no outright, but both Sin and a jealous Kai considered it, before they eventually agreed, and Kai dragged Caspian along with them.
It was exactly what I needed.
I hoped nothing would annoy Zania more than to see me walking into a party held at Risler House, drenched in caramel, vanilla, and amaretto. And to show her I wasn’t backing down or booking a one-way ticket to a desert island to rot away like she wanted.
When Sin first told me the party was being hosted at their family’s private residence, I thought it meant I’d have the chance to snoop around Zania’s house to pick up some useful information. But it turned out to be a pack house shared between four families which was owned by her, so it would be harder to find anything Zania-specific.
It was a risk to ask them, but it had paid off.
They’d snuck me into another tiny room, but at least this had a desk and chairs instead of a toilet and a sink. As if it was some kind of promotion.
Sin’s other hand wrapped around my chest, swallowing my breast, tugging at the low neckline of my dress to expose even more cleavage. After the last time we were alone together in my nest, I should have pushed him off me to show him I hadn’t forgiven him for ruining the moment after we kissed. But he rubbed his scent over my back and neck, and I couldn’t resist.
His soft fingers found my nipple through the cup of my bra, and I moaned as I spread my thighs. I’d go crazy if his hand crept any closer to my pussy.
I matched each roll of his hips with movements of my own, hoping he could magically sweep away my dress and grind his cock between my thighs.
Kai and Caspian both watched me in the low light that came from the lamp on the desk Caspian sat against. Their gazes were so intense it was like they were undressing me. And I was already fantasising about Caspian tearing my clothes away so all three of them could ravish me like in my alphaporn books.
Kai specifically told his stylists not to give me any underwear, and my slick began building as soon as the three of them gathered around me on the front step.
I hoped they would find a creative way to neaten me up before we entered Zania’s party.
Kai tutted as he stepped in. “I wasn’t sure if I was seeing things when you arrived, but I guess it’s true,” he said. My breath caught as he suddenly cupped my cheek.
Even being near him was enough to send pleasure fluttering through me, and his touch sent instant sparks dancing over my skin. Along with Sin’s gentle caresses, it was almost enough to make me perfume.
My eyelids shuttered, and I sighed as I leaned into them, tilting my head back to give Kai a needy look as he pinched my chin.
He frowned as he inspected the bruise. I couldn’t tell what his expression meant, and it threw me off that I couldn’t sense our connection anymore.
“I guess your stylists couldn’t cover it up properly,” I replied with a bite.
I wanted to be angrier, to feel the same kind of rage I had when she slapped me. But Sin pressed his nose into my shoulder, and all the pain I’d been saving up trickled away as I curved into him.
I was sure he smelled the same things I did. Sin’s vanilla layering the room like a soft cloud, my brandy, and Kai’s ownamaretto swirling around us. And slashing through all of that was the furious scent of burnt caramel.
“Are you going to tell us who did this to you, or are we going to have to force it out of you?” Kai asked.
“There’s nothing to tell,” I said cautiously. I wouldn’t whine about how Zania hit me when I bet all the omegas who approached them without her permission had to put up with the same thing.
From the way he narrowed his eyes, Kai already knew who it was. Maybe he wanted me to be the one to tell his alphas rather than confessing that she hit him as well.
I winced as he pressed his thumb against my left cheekbone, right where her four rings had struck the hardest.
