Page 48 of Brandy Snap: Part Two
She thudded straight down on me with all her weight, crushing my thighs, and sending me to heaven with her pussy.
I exploded with a cry, and my name bounced off the marble walls as she shouted with me.
I was too close to telling her how I really felt. As she rose and fell, and I thrust high into her pussy, my body burst with pleasure, and I nearly spilled how fucking much this meant to me.
I quickly dipped my head, flicking her nipple with my tongue before clasping my lips around her, all so I didn’t say out loud how incredible she was.
My focus shattered as her pussy tightened, and I moaned as I clenched my jaw. The bonding serum built up in my mouth as I pulled back my lips to expose my teeth.
I had never wanted to be an alpha so badly in my life.
Because, as I bit down, as I thrust up, as she screamed, our scents and auras bloomed together as we flooded each other, and I wanted to do everything I could to make her my permanent mate.
Sin
“I’d appreciate it if you reconsidered,” I said, adjusting myself in the cushioned chair, which had been a staple of my sister’s room for a decade, even though it was brand new.
That, along with her four-poster bed we replaced at least five times a year, and the thick white duvet she currently buried herself under.
It had barely been twenty-four hours since I had made love to Melanie before she vanished to be with Kai, and I was still shaken. Especially since they had exchanged bites after she rejected my offer.
I thought visiting Camille would help distract me, as work was no use at all.
Camille’s fists clenched as she drew in a sharp breath, turning her head away from me to stare out of the window.
It was incredibly rare for her to be angry, and I had to be careful not to push her. If her emotions took her over, she may be triggered, and it could take a day before she was well enough to even talk to us again.
Her usual cotton and lace white nightgown rose to hide her throat, her slight features hardened as the delicate wave of pink brushed her cheeks.
Even though she’d be stuck in bed, she had still neatly dressed herself and was ready for company. Though Flint, her carers, myself, and Mother would be the only people she saw all day.
“I’ve already made my decision,” she said carefully.
“This cannot be called a decision when he coerced you into it,” I replied.
“How do you know Michael has coerced me? He’s been nothing but courteous every time we’ve met. I don’t understand why you, Mother, and Fathers are so afraid of him.”
What was the most polite way to tell her she had lived her entire adult life in her bedroom and she had no idea the damagesomeone like Michael Farringdon could inflict on her and our family?
She only half-believed us when I told her about some of his more heinous ‘bullshit’, as Kai lovingly called it.
Camille knew of the world through news articles and television programs. She was confined to four walls until her doctors and nurses deemed her safe to emerge for a set number of hours a week.
If I plainly said to her ‘Michael runs one of the largest sex trafficking rings in the world’, would she actually comprehend what I was saying?
She rarely left London and had never once crossed any country border. There was no way for her to know what people were truly capable of except through her own experience and the news.
“What has he promised you?” I asked, leaning forward, my elbows dropping to my thighs so I could meet my sister face to face. “What will he give you that we can’t provide?”
“He can help find out what is really happening to me. And he can help me get better.”
I tried not to sigh at her words. Because it had been ten years and she showed no sign of recovering.
Every year, her aura spun further out of control. Her bones shattering, organs failing; bleeding noses, cracked lips, and heats so severe she would fall into a coma for days following.
Her doctors and nurses were scentless and aura-less alphas and omegas. Camille couldn’t manipulate them with her power, so they could treat her fairly. Without scents, they didn’t have to restrain their emotions lest they upset her. Without auras, they couldn’t interfere with her energetic space and trigger her.
Even when Flint had scent matched with her and he was able to keep her more stable, it didn’t prevent an episode when his honey scent grew too much.
