31. Sin
Sin
“ T hey’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.
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.
Caspian shuddered as I watched him closely, determined to prove I wasn’t so weak to my own needs.
“You know what he’s going to like the most when we do this?” I asked, sitting patiently as Caspian battled with himself. “He’ll be able to feel you submitting to me again. And it’s all going to wind through him and feed straight into Melanie.”
His only response was another growl, though he couldn’t hide how much it affected him. His body was far more honest.
My gaze traced the outline of his cock as I fed my thumbs under the waistband of my trousers to drag my shirt away.
I wouldn’t want anything to prevent Caspian from reaching his goal.
“She would feel it too, if you gave in and agreed to a bite.”
“Shut up right now.”
“You already know one way to silence me, Caspian. Or at least change the topic.”
I pointed to the spot on the floor between my legs. His jaw tensed, and I rested an elbow on the arm of my chair as I clutched my chin, offering him the slightest smile.
“You fucker,” he snarled as his pupils flared.
Caspian swooped in, slamming both hands to the arms, and the chair rocked.
I looked at him, pleasure bubbling through me at how he still reacted so fiercely to my demands after all these years.
Our stare lasted too long, his aura snapping at mine like an angry dog. His chest swelled, the leather of the chair creaking as he squeezed it, and he grew closer by the second.
“I fucking hate you,” he said as his lips descended on mine, and I moaned as he reached for my crotch.