"Fuck. Is that...is it early? I know that it was coming up..." James' thoughts were already clouded, his cock thickening rapidly at the soft press of Camelia in his arms, and he barely heard as Evan answered.
"No, not early, just a little bit of a surprise. We went to the demonstration, and one of the organizers recognized her. Camelia told them that she was an Omega, and they asked if she would be willing to speak in front of the crowd on the issue." Despite the arousal making his voice thick and low, pride shone through in Evan's words as he looked down at Camelia.
Pride that James felt jolt through his chest as well at the words. "She spoke?" he said, looking down at her with a new admiration. Camelia whimpered, her head rolling back and forth against his chest; she was already in the thick of it, and James could see her wetness shining on the insides of her thighs where her jeans had been yanked down to expose her pussy. James could imagine what the two of them had been doing in the car to put her in this state, and his cock twitched against her ass at the thought.
Evan hummed the affirmation. "She was amazing. I was so proud of her." Evan's head dipped, his lips pressing against her forehead as Camelia let out a soft moan. She reached out and her fingers wound in the fabric of Evan's shirt again, pulling him close and clutching weakly as her legs shook underneath her.
"Come on, let's get her out of her clothes. She's already too deep. She needs us, James. I promised her..." Evan's voice caught, and when he looked up at James, there was a new determination, a devotion in their blue depths that made James' stomach twist. "I promised her that we wouldn't let her suffer this time. Not like last time."
James let out another growl at the thought, the memory of her desperate whimpers and need still fresh in his mind from her last heat. It had been the biggest mistake that the two of them had made, as well intentioned as it had been. Leaving her like that...
"We won't," he said, his voice low and intense. He pressed his lips to Camelia's ear as Evan dropped to his knees in front of her, whispering, "You hear that, sweetheart? Never again. You're ours. We take care of what's ours."
"James..." Camelia turned her head toward him, her lips brushing against his jaw as Evan dragged her jeans down to her ankles. James held her tightly against him as Evan pulled her pants fully off one foot, then the other, then reached down and pulled her shirt over the top of her head with one swift motion. Her bra was front-clasp, and James lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her deeply as he flicked open the clasp of her bra and let her tits spill out. She whined softly when one of James' hand found a nipple, tweaking the oversensitive flesh teasingly.
"There you go, baby. That's better, hmm?" Evan stood up again, shoving her bra the rest of the way off her shoulders before pressing close to Camelia's front, sandwiching her between he and James. His head dipped to the other side of her neck as James continued to kiss her, latching onto the skin there and sucking in slow, wet motions that made James' cock twitch in his pants.
"Fuck, baby girl..." Camelia's ass pressed firmly against James' cock as she whimpered into his mouth, and he growled, strokinghis hands down her sides and nipping at her lower lip. Her skin was already so warm, burning under his touch as he tried to soothe her, and every touch from the two of them only seemed to inflame her more.
Camelia broke away from the kiss with a soft gasp, her lips already swollen and shining as she looked up at James. Her pupils were blown wide and her eyes were glassy, and a tiny part of James wondered how much of this she was really aware of, and how much of it was pure instinct.
"Please, need...Alpha, I'm so wet...need..." Camelia whimpered as James pushed one hand between her legs, his fingers finding her swollen clit as he lowered his head to press a kiss to her jawline. His fingers stroked tiny circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves, and he groaned softly as Camelia's hips bucked into his touch.
"Fuck. It came on faster this time, Ev..." James' cock throbbed in his pants, pressed snugly against Camelia's sweet ass, and Evan made a soft sound of assent as he finally let off her neck, a dark hickey already blooming under Camelia's skin as he pulled away.
"I know. I think it was the surprise of being asked to speak." Evan's voice was a little hoarse, and he pulled away from James and Camelia with no small amount of reluctance. His eyes flashed with heat as he met James' gaze, his tongue darting out along his lower lip before he said, "I'm going to go get us out of class for the week. I'll let Camelia's dad know, too, so that he can have her attendance taken care of. Groceries for the week, that sort of stuff..."
James nodded, barely listening. Half of him rebelled against Evan leaving for even a second, so sure that Camelia needed thebothof them during this time, but the other half was desperate to have Camelia to himself, just for a second."Sure, sure." He gently turned Camelia around in his arms as Evan backed awayand then disappeared up the stairs, taking them two at a time and already dialing on his phone.
"Camelia?" He lowered his voice, gently dragging her across the room so that he could sit down on the couch. He pulled her down with him, her body pliant and sweet to his touch, and he groaned softly when she straddled him, pressing her dripping pussy against his hard cock and burying her face in the crook of his neck.
"Fuck, sweetheart..." He stroked her back, her lips brushing up and down his neck as she whimpered at his touch. Her hips jerked and teased, rubbing her pussy against the hard length of his cock as she sat on top of him, and James groaned softly as he reached between the two of them and shoved his pants down, just enough to free his rigid length.
"Alpha..." Camelia didn't ask, didn't beg. She just lifted up, angling her hips just so, and slid down on his cock until their pelvis' were pressed firmly together and James' cock was clutched fully in her desperate cunt.
"Fuck. Sweetheart..." James groaned, sliding his hand up into her hair and gently pulling until she lifted her head. She blinked at him slowly, the flush in her cheeks brighter than it had been even a few minutes before when she had walked into the house, and James gently cupped her chin with his free hand, deep satisfaction settling in his chest as he thumbed at her lower lip and her mouth parted for him.
"That what you need? You need my cock, sweet girl?" James leaned up, pressing a kiss to her parted lips and breathing in her scent. She was working herself in tiny motions on his cock, just barely moving up and down. Just enough to be a tease, though James knew that wasn't what she was doing. Not intentionally, anyway.
His girl just needed to be filled. Needed her pussy full of cock, no matter the time or place.
Camelia nodded, whimpering as she sucked on James' thumb, just for a second. "Alpha..." she whimpered. It was a desperate plea, and James released her face and hair with no small reluctance. His hands settled on her hips and he gently urged her to start moving, working her dripping pussy up and down on his cock in slow, steady motions.
"There you go, sweetheart. Take what you need from me. We're going to take care of you, I promise." His fingers dug into her hips at her soft moan, and she clamped down on him as she rested her forehead against his.
"Love your cock, need your cock, God, it feels so good..." Her words were a mumble, barely audible and understandable, but James felt them settle low in his gut regardless.
He groaned softly, gently thrusting up into her and gripping her hips tightly. "I fucking loveyou, sweetheart. God, I don't know what we would do without you anymore, you know that? You're so fucking strong, so beautiful and smart and fuckingeverything..." He held her tighter so that he could start to thrust up into her with earnest, letting out a low growl at the desperate keen that she made. "Fucking ours, Camelia. You're ours, and we don't let our things go, you hear me? I will give you everything that you need until the day I fucking die. Me and Evan, you're it for us, sweetheart, I promise."
A noise at the base of the stairs pulled his attention, and James glanced over, seeing Evan watching the two of them with his eyes blazing. His cock was a thick, hard line in the soft pants that he had changed into while he was upstairs, and James didn't have it in him to be embarrassed over what Evan might have heard.
It was all fucking true.
"We good?" James' voice was tight, and his balls drew up as he kept fucking up into Camelia. She was limp in his arms at this point, moaning desperately into his ear with herforehead pressed against his shoulder. The walls of her pussy were fluttering frantically around his cock as he fucked her, and James released one of her hips so that he could slide a hand between the two of them, working her slick clit in light, fast motions that made her cry out desperately.
"Yeah, everything is taken care of." Evan's voice was low and heated, and he leaned against the wall, folding his arms in a motion that made James' stomach clench. That look usually meant that he had something coming for him later, but James was so caught up in Camelia's scent and slick and the wet, sweet smell of her heat that he barely acknowledged it. "Make our girl come, James, she's got a long week ahead of her."
James growled, the command clear in Evan's voice, and he worked Camelia's clit faster as he pressed his lips to her ear. "You hear that, sweetheart? Evan wants to watch you come all over my cock. Be a good girl for him and come. Come for us, sweet girl."
