Page 36 of Brandy Snap: Part Two

I pulled out my phone, dialling instantly.

“Hey,” I said to the head of the team running security for the party. “Send two guys to the kitchen. I don’t care what they’re doing, I need them to go and clean up the glass. You know where Sin’s bedroom is?” I was pretty sure he and Mel weren't fucking in his room from where I sensed them earlier.

“Yes, sir.” I could even hear him nodding on the other end. I had people spread out over the main floor. Though, I’d fucked the security up in the end by punching the Hiscoxes.

“Good. Kai is in the kitchen. Take him to the bedroom, don’t make any noise, and keep him there until he’s sober. Use the back stairs, and make sure no one sees him.” I wouldn’t put him in a car when I couldn’t trust him not to run away from home in a drunk fury.

I ended the call, too pissed off by every single fucking thing that had happened tonight to make sense of it.

Kai might not want me around him, but I could at least help him that much. And, when he sobered up, we’d have a proper fucking talk among the three of us about where we were going from here.

Melanie

Hours and multiple orgasms later, I lay on top of Sin, focusing on his beating heart, rather than the frustration and guilt burning through me.

My body still wanted him, even when I was worn out and fully sated. But that didn’t make it okay.

His aura and scent had blown my mind, and it was only when we’d settled down from the frenzy did I fully realise what we’d done.

As soon as Caspian threw the first punch, my memory had become hazy with lust. And by the time he grabbed my throat, I’d been so turned on that I was ready to do whatever they wanted. So I didn’t remember if there was ever a point where Sin’s mates had told him it was okay for him to fuck me. And I was scared to ask because Kai’s twisted snarl and pain before I’d bitten him weeks ago was still so clear to me.

Sin weaved his fingers through my hair. And, in the silence of Zania’s living room, we rested quietly together.

Until his lips brushed the top of my head and he spoke. “I want you to come home with me,” he said softly.

I stilled against his chest, sucking in a quick breath as his heartbeat sped up.

“W-what?” I asked, shifting my weight so I could bring myself onto all fours over him. “What do you mean?”

“Exactly that, Melanie. You are our mate. We can’t leave you alone in that flat. You belong with us.”

He looked so sincere that my omega instincts were instantly begging me to say yes. That part of me knew how right it was, that I had to be with them. But a feeling of wrongness also sunk through me as I met his sure gaze.

“It’s not just a flat, Sin. It’s my nest. I won’t leave it to move in with people I don’t know.”

“Of course, I’m not asking you to abandon it. But your life will be more secure if you live with us. Caspian and I can bite you, and once we’ve sealed our bond we can—”

I pressed my fingers against his lips.

“Wait, hang on.” I leaned back on my heels, my ass on his thighs as I tried to catch up. “Sin, you’re going too fast. I need a moment.”

It was so obvious he didn’t fully understand what my nest meant to me. Even before I’d presented, my home was my special place. Even if they were the most perfect pack in the world, I wasn’t leaving my nest.

Sin lifted his hands, feeding them up my waist, trailing his soft touch along my arm to ring my wrist. He held me there as he tenderly kissed my fingers.

A thought crossed my mind, and I flinched back from him with a small gasp, horrified at myself.

“What’s wrong?” he asked with a slight tilt of his head, confusion crossing his face.

Zania was so obsessed about bloodline and keeping everything pure. So, what if I bonded with Sin and Caspian to keep them trapped in a relationship where they couldn’t have children? That would be the ultimate way to get back at her.

Shame filled me that the idea had even crossed my mind.

It was awful, disgusting, and I never wanted to think about anyone that way.

The fact I couldn’t have children was even more of a reason to turn Sin down.

I wished he hadn’t brought it up, but I guessed we had to have this conversation now.