Page 95 of Brandy Snap: Part Two
I let out a breath as I spun on my chair to face him.
I didn’t have to see his hungry look when I could feel his need galloping through him, along with Kai’s passion. Melanie’s presence skirted our bond, too, but it wasn’t as strong as I wished.
Though it would take time to convince Caspian to a bite, we were one step closer now she had entered our home.
The back of the chair knocked against the edge of my desk as I craned my neck to look at him.
“Then, Caspian,” I said, arching a brow, “what do you plan to do about it?”
I deftly undid both my cuffs, enjoying how his eyes lit at the simple movement.
He was instantly alert as I eased open my knees, though his gaze scattered over me, refusing to look anywhere but the place he really wanted.
I wouldn’t move until he did.
I let go of my aura. Like unzipping a too-tight jacket, my energy tumbled into the small space of my office.
My mate’s breath caught, frozen as his cock and his heart responded. I tilted my head ever so slightly.
“Caspian?” I asked, the edge of a purr to my voice, which I knew he utterly despised.
He grit his teeth, and there was a moment where I could feel his resistance build up. Where he teetered and was almost ready to storm off.
Until a sudden thud of pleasure pounded through both of us, and a groan beat up between us.
“What the fuck is he doing to her?” Caspian hissed, flinging all his frustrations at me through the bond, which I easily dispersed.
My desperation to join them was as strong as his, but I had work to do, and it was unlikely they were going to emerge from Kai’s nest anytime soon. Which left two options.
And now Caspian had sought me out, offering a third. Though he had yet to admit it.
I had shown him my desire for him since he’d submitted to Melanie, but he continued to refuse it. Until now.
“Don’t sit there acting all high and mighty, like you can’t fucking feel it too,” he growled.
“It’s more that I have better control over my instincts,” I replied.
“Shut the fuck up. You’re just as bad as me.”
“Am I?” I asked softly, hooking my index finger under the cuff of one glove.
He caught the movement, but his eyes shot back to mine, as if he was pretending he wasn’t rapt at how I slowly pushed it away to reveal my scarred hand.
“Come here, Caspian. I need you to prove to me I’m as bad as you.”
He pressed his lips together as he glowered at me.
It had been six months since we’d last done this, when Kai had had a fashion show in Milan and left us alone for a week.
Usually, Caspian was happy to stew and take care of himself before smothering our omega when he came home. But these were drastically different circumstances.
A blend of frustration, lust, and anger splashed across his face. He usually made that expression moments before he gave in. Even when we’d first scent-matched and we were both so horny we couldn’t keep off of each other, he’d preferred to pretend being mated to me was the worst thing that had ever happened in his life. Despite the fact that by the end he’d be so soft and malleable, I could kiss him and he wouldn’t even growl.
It was what I enjoyed the most when he was needy. Because he hated how much he wanted me.
I removed the other glove enough so he could see the full breadth of how our omega had claimed me again and again over the years.
A growl rumbled from him as another wave of pleasure washed in from Kai’s nest three floors above us.
