Page 32 of Brandy Snap: Part Two
I was going to get horny whether I wanted it or fucking not.
It felt like a full-on Himalayan-hike just to walk to her room and act like a sane human being.
Flint passed us to open her bedroom door and went to step inside. But Camille raised her hand, stopping him in his tracks. The agony in her voice cut deep through me as she spoke. “Flint, wait here. I must talk to Caspian alone.”
He nodded without a word, exactly how I taught him in training. Except he radiated fucking judgement—just like Sin would—as I led her in, and he closed the door behind us with a heavy silence.
After I guided her to her bed, I took the seat next to it. Watching her wince and gasp in pain as she struggled to climb into the low bed ached whenever I saw it. She wouldn’t even let me lift her, and so I sat and let the tension get to me as I waited until she was comfortable.
Suddenly, as well as my tongue, two fingers started buzzing. I dug my hands into my thighs as the sounds of Mel’s screams when I’d first fucked her bounced around my head.
I jammed my feet into the floor to try and keep my shit together.
Sin couldn’t be more than a few rooms away, maybe even directly above us. Because I could feel exactly when he sank his thumb inside her pussy and the way she tightened when he dragged it out.
I was begging my cock to stay the fuck down as Sin’s pleasure kept building. He didn’t hold himself back, pouring every shitty emotion straight through our fucking bond. As soon as Camille said I could leave, I was going to find him and tear them both apart.
Because I knew if he knotted her, he’d be fully done for.
Another roll of desire hit me, and a shudder ran through my body at how fucking good it was. I couldn’t even tell if it was mine or Sin’s. Just the idea of feeling his knot inside her was enough.
I should have left. Camille shouldn’t have to see me like this. She didn’t need to know this part of me.
I glanced up at her, relieved she hadn’t said anything. From the way her brow clenched as she buried herself under a giant feather down duvet, I couldn’t tell if she noticed.
We sat in silence as Camille gathered herself, and my heart twisted as I guessed she was about to say something I really didn’t want to hear.
“Aren’t you tired, Caspian?” she finally asked, her eyes lidded, a half-smile brushing her lips. “I’m exhausted from feeling so guilty about what I’ve done to you.”
My eyes widened at her words. I’d never once thought she was the one who caused our fucked-up situation.
I sighed heavily. “I’ve told you before, this is my choice. I want to care for you.”
“And look at you. You look like you’re about to burst on me. I know you hide your anger from me because you think you’ll scare me, but have you ever listened to me when I’ve told you that’s not why I get upset?”
I wasn’t exactly going to admit that I wasn’t angry right now. But telling her I was ridiculously horny over her brother fucking another omega on the floor above us probably wouldn’t go down well.
“Then why do you flinch whenever I growl or even show the tiniest bit of frustration? Sometimes it feels like you expect me to hurt you.”
Camille pressed her lips together, drawing in a shaking breath. “You don’t know what kind of illness I have,” she said carefully, exactly the same way Sin did when he was hiding something from me. “All we’ve told you is that I’m ill, but it’s getting too hard to treat. And your anger and my jealousy don’t help.”
I couldn’t even reach out to hold her hand like I normally did. I was scared I would crush her hand the moment Sin went for it with Mel. Sin had moved to fucking her with two fingers, and I needed him to hurry the fuck up.
Another silence descended around us, and I ached at how tense it was.
“I’ve decided to leave London,” she said so faintly I barely caught it through the buzzing in my ears. I sucked in a harsh breath, going to reply, but she cut me off, trembling. “It’s only fora year. I’ve already made all the arrangements. I need to explain it to my family, but I wanted to tell you first.”
Shock thumped through me. She went to facilities and specialists and things for treatments all the time, but the way she said it was different.
“What do you mean, you’re going to leave? Are you going on another trip?”
She shook her head, her blonde locks falling around her shoulders as she met me with a determined look.
“I received an offer, one I can’t refuse any longer. I’ve been putting it off, but I’ve reached the point where I have to go or the worst will really happen. And I can’t put you all in that situation.”
Sin’s pleasure was chucked into the back seat as fear pitched through me.
We’d always talked about the chance of her dying. Not just with Camille and Sin, but everyone in our families discussed it at one point or another. We didn’t see it as inevitable. It was too fucked up to think that way. But as the years wore on and she grew thinner and paler, sometimes sleeping for days after her heats, it hung about at the back of our minds.
