Page 31 of Brandy Snap: Part Two
We should have just taken the fucking elevator. But as soon as we scented Mel’s perfume and Sin's needy scent blasting out from it like a fucking wind machine, all three of us knew it was a bad idea.
There was no way I could control myself if I got any more of her scent on me. I was already a walking advert for how hot I made her when I threatened her life.
I tried not to growl as Sin’s pride hummed through me, his cock buzzing as he kissed Mel, my lips tingling along with his.
I could barely focus on the stairs in front of me.
Camille had a bedroom on the bottom floor for when she was really ill, but there was some kind of determination in her eyes I didn’t like. As if she had to prove she could climb them.
One hand pressed against the bannister, her other clung to me, and I was pretty sure she’d topple down the stairs if I let her go. Though I knew Flint would catch her if it ever happened.
“Please, let me help,” I stressed, my brow creasing. Pain flared over her face as she rose another step. We still had half a fucking flight to go.
“You are helping,” she said through panting breaths. “I want to do this by myself.”
I flicked a look to Flint, who kept his distance three steps beneath us and wouldn’t come any closer.
I had to clench my jaw to stop the anger rattling inside me, asking to get free.
Every time Camille got sicker, I got even more agitated, fucking furious with myself after years and years of her illness.
Normally when she was like this, the guilt would eat me alive. I’d barely be able to look at Camille without wanting to drop to my knees and apologise again and a-fucking-gain.
But Mel’s lips and her hips and her fucking taste still blew my mind, and there wasn’t space for anything else apart from Sin as played with her.
Before we even took another step, I froze, a harsh gasp ripping from me as my lips and tongue sparked with pleasure.
“What’s wrong?” Camille asked softly, reaching for me, but I flinched back.
“It’s nothing,” I snapped as I slammed my hand on the opposite bannister to stay fucking standing.
I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t fucking believe he was going down on her after everything we talked about with Kai.
Warmth and wetness filled my mouth, flooding through the bond. Sin’s heart leapt, and my fucking cock stirred.
I had to shut him out. I couldn’t let him affect me. But it felt so good that need pounded through me like a fucking sledgehammer and a low growl rumbled through me.
My head shot up, and Flint and Camille were looking at me wide-eyed. My aura kicked in and started shaking around me. Camille looked at me in pure shock, and I nearly groaned.
“Caspian? What’s happening?” Flint asked in a hard voice
Another low growl dropped from me at the way he looked at me, his fists clenching, preparing to attack me. The fucker.
The only reason he stood in this house was because of me. He would have never even met her and scent matched with her if I hadn’t been dumb enough to assign an alpha who reeked of honey to guard an omega with a chamomile scent.
I had to get a grip. I was supposed to help Camille. I had to fucking concentrate, but my palm was vibrating and I knew Sin was holding her in just the right place to feel her moans.
Whenever Kai and Sin fucked without me, I could deal with it. This was basically the same thing. Except Mel wasn’t our fucking mate.
“You need to lie down,” I said stiffly, meeting Camille’s empty stare. I didn’t even deserve to be near her when I felt like this.
As I cleared my head, finding a shred of focus, I held out my hand to help her again. Only to be hit with Kai’s absolute fury exploding through the bond from somewhere in the building. Jealousy fired in every direction, trying to fucking hurt us with it. But if I lost myself now, I might end up in an even worse state than hobbling up the stairs with a fucking hard on.
And Camille already said she had something important to talk about anyway.
She took my arm, her own hand shaking, and by the time we reached the landing, I was panting as much as she was.
Sin was going to absolute fucking town, and I knew it was because he could feel me with him. I was trying to keep my aura and my scent in check, but there was no escaping from it.
