Page 73 of Brandy Snap: Part Two
Kai
“Kai?” She said my name like I was some magical creature that emerged from smoke. Her eyes shone and her cheeks flushed from the way my alpha was all over her—which we would absolutely deal with later.
“What’s up, slut? You miss me?”
I loved the way Brandy tore herself away from Sin the moment she saw me. Though the sting which followed from Sin was pretty unpleasant, I brushed it off because the way she lit up was special as fuck.
And it was all for me. She didn’t have anything to do with Camille. She didn’t give a shit about any other alphas but Sin and Cas, and I was her only omega.
She didn’t have any strings pulling her away from us, and that was why it was so easy for me to open my arms.
She might have stopped right in front of me and hesitated. And, yeah, I might have been the one to drag her into a hug as I groaned and she squeaked in surprise, but she definitely hugged me straight back. So, I was totally seeing it as her being so thirsty that she launched herself at me.
But shit, it was the most insanely perfect feeling I’d ever had. Because I hadn’t seen her since the party, and we’d been too far apart to properly sense each other. My world exploded as soon as I was close to her again.
She wrapped herself around me as fucking rightness hummed between us, our auras blending, our scents merging, and my omega rubbed her nose against my collarbone, scent marking the shit out of me.
“Fuck,” I murmured against her, tightening my grip. “It’s good to hold you again.”
She made a muffled sound of agreement. I flicked a glance at my frosty alpha, loving how desperately he wanted to join us, and how much he was restraining himself.Seeing her ass in those short-shorts was enough to make any guy want to drop tohis knees. I was amazed Sin hadn’t already whisked her away to fuck her again, even though I’d told him no.
I pushed her ponytail back from her shoulders to find out if the bites across her chest were still there. I loved the possessive satisfaction that filled me as they scattered her skin like falling petals.
“I swear I was going to stab something if they didn’t get the show over with. Do you know how fucking jealous I was that Cas got to come and see your nest without me? An absolute fucking farce.”
Brandy hardened under me, her brow furrowing as pain beat from her. Guilt instantly sucker-punched me as I realised I’d been too flippant.
I softened my grasp, drawing her to my chest, sending her a wave of love through our bond that had been building up in me since the last party.
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered, squeezing her, wishing I could suck out all her pain.
She nodded against me, her whole body tense as she tried to keep her shit together.
All the stuff I said about protecting her, and the first thing we did was tear up her nest. We were such fucking bastards, but I was so glad she’d called us and didn’t try to handle it by herself. It meant we were one step closer to being with her for real.
I didn’t want to show her all my nervous shit. I wanted to be strong and confident for her now that she needed me.
There wasn’t a single fucking thing holding me back from telling her how I felt about her except for the rage and anguish curling through our bond from Cas, wherever the hell he was.
“I still need help packing,” she murmured as she leaned back. Her fingers clasped my upper arms and she looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered to her.
It was time to prove I could be a dependable mate.
Brandy slipped her hand into mine, exactly the same way she had when we were in front of Zania and she was already getting fucked over because of me.
A small tug, and she turned her back on me, pulling me into the room absolutely overflowing with black bin bags and boxes. Nearly everything was stripped from the place, and it felt like a literal gut punch. Because if anyone did this to my nest I’d go fucking feral, ten times worse than running at Zania with a box cutter. Shit, Cas moved my easel to change a lightbulb once and I didn’t talk to him for days. How the hell was she keeping herself together when the life was being sucked out of her precious space?
I wanted to shift the mood and make it seem like we weren’t ripping up her biggest safety net.
“Are you going to give me a tour?” I asked, a playful purr entering my voice as I ran a kiss over her shoulder.
“There isn’t really much to look at…” she said quietly.
“I don’t care. I want to see your nest.” And, if she happened to take us to her bedroom and the three of us happened to fall onto her bed so we could fuck away her sadness, I wasn’t going to complain.
Knowing Cas, her landlord wouldn’t walk again, and she could stay safe and happy in her nest. But I specialised in being a selfish bitch, and that meant taking my omega back to our pack house to stay.
I was glad the landlord had done something so I didn’t have to plot some nefarious scheme to whisk her away to our house, which would probably make her hate me forever if she ever found out.
