Page 97 of Brandy Snap: Part Two

Yeah, no. Because she’d spread her knees, full on exposing her pink pussy and wafting her gorgeous scent all over me, before making me sit on her fucking lap.

So, even thoughtechnicallyI was on top, it was way easier for her to trail her hands over my waist and casually grip my asscheeks with an innocent smile on her face.

I shuddered as she spread me open, exposing my slick-heavy ass.

I’d been seriously embarrassed about my slick when I first presented. Well, pretty much most of my life until Sin and Cas showed me how much they loved it. At least female omegas came with an inbuilt system for that.

It was one of the hundreds of reasons my family called me a freak after I presented.

I sucked in a breath, worried what she might think as two fingers casually traced my wet asshole.

I groaned as fresh sparks of pleasure wound through me. I totally wasn’t prepared for her to slip two fingers inside me.

"Holy shit!" I gasped as my arms tightened around her neck. Pleasure instantly fired through me and I could feel Caspian and Sin taking notice.

“You really just went for it, huh?” I chuckled, squeezing my eyes closed as the slick I’d been trying to hold back gave way.

The cringe had mostly faded, but it still hit me as she slid her fingers farther in, and we both moaned as amaretto filled the air.

I fucking loved how turned on she was, and how she wiggled her fingers like I was an experiment, instead of the guy she was supposed to be getting off.

“Kai, I…” She looked up at me wide-eyed. “Is that okay?”

“Brandy, I’ve fucked you in every position I can think of. I should be asking you if you’re okay.”

“So, two fingers is fine?”

“It’s fucking perfect as long as you go deeper. Because if you keep hovering at the edge, I’m going to have to get something else to thrust inside me.”

The way her perfume poured out of her had me bursting into a grin.

She swallowed, adjusting her grip on my asscheek before she pushed.

I spasmed as I clenched around her. Her fingers got thicker the farther in she went, and I groaned, arching my back as the stretch became even more intense.

Whenever she touched me, there was a brand-new hit of pleasure. That might have been because we couldn’t stop biting each other. I was pretty sure my body was fifty percent Brandy serum and zero percent cum at this point.

“Is it good?” she asked me, her brow creased.

I didn’t want to tell her I was used to Cas forcing me down and slamming into me like I was just a hole for his massive fingers, and how much I loved that.

Because her tentative movements were so fucking pure and cute. I didn’t think I’d ever meet another person who was so careful with me. It really felt like I mattered.

I pitched farther forward, burying my face in her neck to hide my expression and muffle my moans.

I’d bitten her so many times she could mine way more than my ass for treasure. I was open and ready for her.

I didn’t have to say a fucking word about what I was feeling for her and how much I fucking needed her to be with me like this.

There wasn’t any coming back for me. She’d ruined me, and it was the best fucking thing in the world.

But that was the problem.

As I clung to her, my cries getting higher and louder as she sank her fingers into me, stroking me, kissing me, making me feel loved in a way I’d only ever felt with Sin and Cas, I kept my mouth shut.

Because there were moments, every now and again—like when I drew back from a kiss to cup her cheek and sent her so much love I actually wanted to puke—that there was this tiny flicker in her heart. Just that ounce of doubt that made me hesitate.

Because I couldn’t risk it. If I told her I loved her now, I could fuck it all up.