Camelia's instincts purred at the satisfied sounds that both Evan and James made at her admission, and James kissed her cheek again before cranking her head back, pressing his lips against her ear again. "Let us protect you, sweetheart. You're ours. Let us be yours."
Camelia nodded mindlessly, her body quaking as Evan pushed her closer and closer to an orgasm. His fingers slowed on her clit, and his breathing steadied a little as he slowed, fucking her in long, full thrusts that were just as devastating as the vicious fucking had been. "You won't go anywhere without one of us, baby, okay?" His voice softened, but the authority in it was absolute. "We'll walk with you from class, we'll get food together. You'll never be alone, do you understand? Nobody will ever have the opportunity to fuck with you, I promise."
A part of Camelia rebelled at the control that was implied, the suffocation that her rational mind wanted to convince her that she didn't want. It was exactly what she had wanted to avoid when she had decided to enter into this arrangement in the first place, the sensation of never being alone. Always watched, never free.
But Evan's fingers on her clit were slow and seductive, and James’ breath in her ear was comforting as he held her close, and what they were proposing didn'tfeellike a trap. It didn't feel like a restriction of her freedom. Evan wasn't telling her that she wasn't allowed to spend time with friends, that they were going to watch her while she took classes, that they were going to keep her from living her life.
They were just going to be there for her, to protect her from anyone who would try and take advantage of biology that she'd had absolutely no say in.
So when Camelia nodded, agreeing to Evan's words, it didn't feel like a shackle around her foot, trapping her in a reality that she had never wanted. It felt like a warm blanket, the three of them agreeing to protect each other, to care for each other.
To love each other.
"There's our good girl," James murmured in her ear. His grip in her hair tightened even more, her scalp screaming as he brought their mouths together in a hot, possessive kiss. Evan continued fucking her slow and deep, and her legs shook with the intensity of the sensation as his fingers worked her clit. She was close, she wanted to come, she wantedhimto come, she wanted to feel them dripping out of her, possessing her, marking her,owningher...
"I love how this sweet pussy clings to my cock," Evan murmured. "You never want me to pull out, do you, baby girl?"
Only the hint of strain in his voice betrayed how close he truly was, his control resolute now that he had gotten what he wanted, now that he had proven his point. And Camelia was helpless to it, her body screaming for him, for them. Proving every degrading word correct.
"You want Evan to come inside you, sweetheart?" James' lips brushed against hers, and Camelia whined softly as she nodded, her arm nearly collapsing underneath her as she leaned evenmore heavily into James. Every stroke of Evan's fingers over her clit was agony, she was sofuckingclose...
"Beg him, sweetheart. We'll always give you what you need, but you have to ask." James chuckled in her ear, as if he knew what an impossible ask this was, but Camelia's mouth opened and words spilled out regardless.
"Oh...fuck, please, please let me come, Evan, James...Alpha...I need it, please don't tell me no..." Camelia clenched around Evan's cock and let out a low, throaty moan as both men chuckled at her desperation. Evan's cock made slick sounds every time he pressed deep inside of her, and Camelia felt as though her mind was leaking out her ears.
She was theirs, she was a plaything for them to toy with and use and fuck and please and she wanted both of them, and she wanted it fuckingnow.
"You beg so sweetly, baby girl," Evan murmured, groaning softly as she clamped down on him again. She was so fuckingclose...
"Stop tormenting her, Ev," James said, his voice low and strained. "She's...fuck, she's a good girl. Let her come." He let out a soft, surprised sound as Camelia pulled her hand free of his grip, wrapping around his hard length before he could stop her again. He groaned as she squeezed, and Evan chuckled.
"I would never deny our Omega. Come, baby. Come all over my fucking cock." He said the words with such conviction that Camelia almost came right then and there, and the next hard thrust into her pussy took her over the edge. Camelia let out a long, low moan as she clenched down on him, her arm finally giving out underneath her as her body flooded with pleasure. James caught, her, holding her head to his chest as her entire body tensed, and Evan's hand stroked her back tenderly before his cock swelled inside of her, and he slammed home one more time before coming. The sensation of his warm come filling heronly dragged Camelia's orgasm out longer, and James' grip in her hair relaxed as he held her, his heart thumping against her chest and his cock twitching in her hand.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you..." Camelia was barely aware of the pleasure-soaked words that she kept saying, but it didn't matter. She was happy and lax, her entire body sinking further into pleasure as Evan's cock finally softened and slipped out of her, and she whimpered as his fingers stroked up her thigh and pushed back inside of her.
Keeping his come inside.
"You don't need to thank us, sweetheart," James said softly. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "You're ours. We protect what's ours."
Camelia nodded hazily, squeezing his cock again. She wanted him next.
Chapter eight
Their new arrangement was nowhere near as suffocating as Camelia would have thought. They didn't follow her into class or intrude on any plans that she made with Aria, but at all times, one of them was just...around. There, a presence that she couldn't quite ignore.
That deep, dark part of herself that she was constantly in a war with, constantly trying to ignore, loved it. Loved always having her Alphas so close to her. Whenever James was there outside one of her poli-sci classes or Evan held her hand while he walked with her to get some food, her instincts thrilled.
Always having them always around on campus, while not as comforting as when they were in their happy little bubble at home, was almost as good.
And most importantly, the other Alphas on campus gave her a wide berth. She spotted Max in the crowd a few times as she went to and from classes, watching her with a gleam in his eyes that made her stomach flip anxiously. Every time shespotted him, she clutched a little closer to whoever she was with, pressing their palms a little harder against each other in comfort.
Neither James or Evan ever asked her what the cause of her anxiety was; they knew. Neither of them carried it the same way that she did, or understood quite how she was feeling, but they were all feeling the new shift in the social dynamic.
Alphas were getting restless. Omegas were coming out of hiding. It was only a matter of time before something happened that permanently shifted the perception of their societal structure, and how it had been for decades.
The first report happened that Friday.
James had his arm wrapped around Camelia's shoulders as they walked towards the library, holding her close against his side as if to protect her from being jostled by the crowd. It was finally past midterms and Halloween, and the campus felt even more crowded than normal as their fellow students started to ramp up their studying. Where many might have gone straight home or to the dorms after classes, now people were lingering, talking to friends and making conversation with professors as they figured out last-minute projects.
