Camelia arched, and her strangled moan of pleasure was muffled around James' cock as her entire body clenched and then fuckingshattered. The pleasure was so intense that her vision grayed out for a second, and she could barely hear beyond the rushing in her ears to hear Evan murmur, "You too, James. Come down our girl's throat. Be a good boy for me."
James' cock swelled, and his grip in Camelia's hair tightened painfully before his cock jerked and he came down her throat with a soft, strangled yelp of pleasure. Camelia swallowed the salty-bitter fluid hazily, vaguely aware as some of it leaked out of the corners of her slack lips, but she didn't care what a mess she looked like.
Evan followed their orgasms a few seconds later, slamming into Camelia one last time and coming with a long, deeply satisfied groan of pleasure. The sensation of him painting her insides with his come was enough to drag another few spasms of pleasure out of Camelia's pussy, and she clenched around him with a soft, dissatisfied sound as he pulled out. As if she could keep him there all day, if she wanted to.
Evan's fingers stroked over her sodden pussy lips for a moment before pushing deep inside, and Camelia squirmed a little as James' softening cock slipped from between her lips. His thumb brushed against her clit, and James fairly collapsed next to Camelia as Evan hummed in satisfaction to himself.
"One of these days I'm going to plug you up after we fuck you so that you can keep our come exactly where it belongs," hemurmured. He pulled his fingers out, then lay next to Camelia's lax body as he pressed his fingers against her lips. "Clean me up, baby girl."
Camelia obeyed, her numb lips parting around his fingers as she sucked their combined juices off his digits. She could feel him leaking out of her, but she was too absorbed in afterglow to care.
"We should start every morning like that," James mumbled, his words a little clumsy.
Camelia giggled softly. She knew they had to get up and get ready for their day soon, but she could lay there between her two men...just for a little while longer.
Chapter fourteen
Despite a few more glances than usual, the days passed with relatively little incident for Camelia. She attended classes, she had lunch with Aria some days, she met up with James or Evan after her classes were done. They kept her safe on campus and off, and Camelia warred with the complicated emotions that came from the perpetuation of their relationship.
Because it wasn't just an arrangement anymore. She'd come to terms with it, though she hadn't had the guts to say it aloud. They were more than that, more than just sex or Alphas protecting a vulnerable Omega...
They were more.
By the time the protest that her father had informed her of rolled around, Camelia was almost at peace with it, too. She held Evan's hand loosely as he drove them into town in his stupidly expensive car, and the contentment that settled her stomach was almost enough to overcome the nerves that came from her decision to attend this rally.
She'd meant what she'd said to Evan; it was stupid trying to hide her status, trying to keep herself secret and locked away until she was forced out by some stupid new legislation. Best to get ahead of the curve.
That was what she was telling herself, anyway.
"You okay?" Evan's voice was soft as they pulled into a parking spot. The protest was taking place outside of the small performing theatre in town, the one that Ridgeview sometimes rented out when their facilities weren't sufficient. There was already a decent-sized crowd around the stage that had been erected in front of the building, and Camelia recognized a few of the organizers who were standing on the stage, talking to each other.
Gerry Hunter, prominent Omega Rights Activist. Jessica Fletch, running for Congresswoman in the coming election cycle. She was running against an incumbent who was staunchly quiet about the issue of Omega and Alpha relationships, and Camelia already knew that she liked her. A few others, whose faces Camelia recognized but no names were attached in her mind.
Camelia swallowed, and her grip on Evan's hand tightened. "Yeah, I'm...okay," she said softly. She chewed the inside of her cheek, turning to face him. His blue eyes were solemn but supportive as he looked at her, and he lifted her hand to press a kiss to her knuckles.
"You want to leave, just say the word. We'll get out of here any time you want," he said quietly.
Camelia nodded, her stomach twisting. "I know. I can't be scared forever, though," she said, equally quietly.
With that, she released his hand and climbed out of the car, bouncing on her feet a little as she waited for Evan to get out and walk around to her side. It was a cold and bright day, and she found herself grateful that James had wound a scarf around herneck before they had left the house. She felt a little more steady with Evan at her side, her hand seeking his again, and the two of them marched towards the crowd that was gathered.
One of the women on stage, one that Camelia didn't recognize, had already started speaking when she and Evan started to slowly weave their way through the people. The crowd was made up of mostly women, many of them college-aged like they were. That made sense; they were the up and coming voter bloc, if you wanted to affect change, you should appeal to those who had the power to make things happen for years to come.
It made Camelia tingle with a little bit of pride, seeing how many people had showed up to at least hear about the issue that was so near and dear to her.
She and Evan had made it almost to the very edge of the crowd, up close to the front where the speakers were, when she was recognized.
A gentle touch on her wrist startled her, and Camelia couldn't stop herself from jumping away from the person with a gasp of surprise.
"Hey, it's okay!" The woman smiled, lifting her hands and taking an obvious step back. Behind Camelia and Evan, the crowd clapped politely as the speaker on stage finished whatever they had been talking about, and stepped away from the microphone. One of Evan's hands dropped to Camelia's lower back, steadying her, and she offered a slightly confused smile to the woman who was standing in front of them, still with her hands up in obvious surrender.
"I'm sorry, have we met before?" The woman was young and pretty, her dark hair loose under a knitted hat and her green eyes sharp under her glasses. She was dressed appropriately for the weather, a wool coat on over her slacks and sturdy boots, but nothing in her face elicited more than a vague recollection for Camelia.
"Not directly," the woman said, smiling a little wider as she lowered her hands. "I'm Pam. I'm a staffer for Jessica Fletch, and I'm working her campaign. I've worked with Carter on and off for many years. Your father is very fond of you, you know."
Camelia's shoulders slumped a little, and the smile that she offered was more genuine now. "I know he is. He told me about this." She gestured at the crowd around them with one hand, leaning into Evan's touch as if to reassure herself that he was still there.
Pam nodded. "He mentioned that you might show up, though he didn't say why." Curiosity flickered in her eyes, and she tilted her head to the side. "Do you want to go into diplomacy like Carter?"
