Page 94 of Brandy Snap: Part Two
He grit his jaw, and I perfumed as he squeezed my breasts hard enough to sting. I knew he was struggling as much as I was. He was just testing me, and I wanted to pass.
“Fuck, you smell so fucking good. It’s even better when you’re in my nest,” he growled, rubbing his cock against my back as he kept us together.
Even with his harsh words, I could feel how much love flowed through him with every movement.
“Don’t touch yourself,” he purred in my ear. “I want to see how long you can hold out for.”
“Then can you touch me?” I whimpered. “Please, Kai. It hurts so much.”
“It’s my nest, Brandy. I make the rules.”
I had to give in to him. I despised Zania for stepping into my territory. I never wanted Kai to feel like that, even though he’d invited me in.
“But I need—”
“I love how impatient you are.” He chuckled in a way that went straight to my core. I was already throbbing for him, and I needed more.
He stroked and tugged me until I was a trembling mess. I could barely do anything except twist my body and call his name, gasping for relief.
He dropped his hand as he found my pussy again, spreading me so he could flick my clit, and pulled deep moans from me.
My pleasure was growing, and I couldn’t stop when his precum oozed over my back every time he moved.
“Kai, give it to me. Please, I need to come.” I gasped. “Don’t you want to come as well?”
His forehead landed on my shoulder as he groaned. “How the fuck am I meant to tease you when you say shit like that?”
I buried my fingers through the thick strands of his hair as I perfumed again. “Why are you teasing me? I’m here, I’m in your nest. Just take me.”
His head rose, and I turned to look at him properly.
“You really are the worst,” he hummed as I pulled him down.
He followed me so quickly, taking charge as he pushed his tongue past my lips, and plunged his fingers inside me.
Sin
“They’re fucking,” my mate’s sallow voice beat from my office doorway behind me.
“Yes, they are,” I replied dryly.
As if we needed to state the obvious when Kai had kept Melanie trapped in his nest for the past two days. Both of us had had to endure endless hours of second-hand pleasure thanks to our omega.
I didn’t bother turning from my desk to look at him.
Caspian had put himself in this situation to start with. It was his own fault for resisting her, and I wouldn’t coddle him just because he was attempting to juggle his feelings for her and the loss of my sister.
The three of us still had to talk to Kai about what Zania had done over the years, and why he did so much to hide it from us. Melanie had not gone into detail, but I wouldn’t push our omega when he was enjoying himself with her.
A minute passed as I continued typing up my report, all while Caspian grew tenser.
The moment Kai glided into Melanie, I stiffened, and Caspian groaned. The warm heat, our omega’s happiness, the freedom pumping through him, which he’d hidden from us as soon as he met our family. It slowly fed into us for days as they made love and deepened their bond.
“Caspian.” His name was like a lead weight in my mouth as he insisted on hovering. “You cannot go up there. It is not our space.”
“But our omegas are fucking,” he growled, and my fingers paused on my keyboard.
It was the first time he’d openly acknowledged Melanie as something other than a mistake.
