One more thrust and another tease of her clit and her pussy clamped down on James' cock, her lips parting on a broken moan as she came. Her entire body tensed and James wrapped his arm around her waist to make sure that she didn't fall, groaning softly at the tightness of her cunt around him. He hadn't been close, not nearly, but that didn't matter.
Seeing the way that she took her pleasure from him, the way that he was able to care for his Omega during her need...that was all that mattered. He was going to come more times than he could stand this week, he already knew that. This first time...that could just be for her. His Omega.
"There you go, baby." Evan crossed the room, wrapping his hand around the back of her neck and gently pulling her away. He dipped his head to kiss her, slow and deep, and James breathed out a low moan at the way she clenched around him."There's our good girl," Evan murmured against her mouth, his thumb gently stroking the side of her neck.
James nodded, reaching out and touching Evan's wrist gently before letting his head fall back. "Mm."
Chapter seventeen
Evan
Evan waited until after dinner to corner James.
Camelia's heat hit them all like a fucking freight train, and the entire afternoon was spent trying to keep the three of them from losing their goddamned minds while Evan set up the rest of the necessities for the next week. Grocery delivery the next day to take them through until it was over, Camelia's father informed. His own parents informed that he was going to be out of school for the next week, though he didn't answer the probing questions that his mother sent back as to why.
They would have to come clean to his parents about Camelia's status sooner or later, but in the middle of her heat was aggressively not the time.
Camelia crashed early, and Evan waited in the hallway as James took her to her room, resisting the urge to stroke his cock over his pants. Her desperation, her need, it was so much more potent this time around...even having fucked her twice sincethey'd been home, Evan's cock still hadn't softened. He knew it was the same for James.
But that wasn't what he wanted,needed, to talk to James about.
So he waited in the hallway, and when James finally came out a few moments later, shutting the door most of the way. Camelia was whimpering softly to herself, even in her sleep, and Evan suppressed the urge to walk right back into the room and double check to make sure that she was okay.
His instincts needed to wait.
"She's okay, but I want to make sure that she eats when she wakes up later. Maybe one of us can wake her up so that..." James' soft words were stopped by Evan's firm grip around the back of his neck, and Evan let out a low growl as he pulled the other man flush against his front. Their cocks ground together, desperately hard and unsatisfied despite multiple orgasms from both of them, and James let out a soft, surprised sound as one of his hands slid up Evan's chest.
"My room, pet," Evan ordered softly. James' eyes flashed at the name, and he took a tiny step back. "Now."
Evan steered the two of them towards his room, desire flaring low in his stomach at the vulnerability that James looked up at him with. It was different than the way that he looked at Camelia; with her, he was still in control. Barely hanging on by a thread at times and more emotionally connected than Evan was sure he was comfortable with, but in control.
With Evan, he was able to let go completely. Evan would catch him, no matter what state he was in.
"Evan..." James' voice was swallowed in a harsh kiss as Evan pushed the two of them into his room. Evan left the door open as he gently shoved James down on top of his bed, kneeling down and dragging his house pants down until his hard cock sprung free, red and weeping already. Evan wrapped his hand aroundthe shaft and stroked it gently, watching James with hunger and something almost painfully sweet wrestling in his belly.
"Shh. Let me take care of you, pet. Let me see this hard cock." Evan pressed his cheek to the inside of James' thigh, his thumb teasing the slick head of James' cock as he let out a soft, broken moan. He was already on the edge of breaking, somewhere that it usually took Evan time to take him.
Now, though, with Camelia, he was on the verge of letting go just from the knowledge that hecould.
"I love watching you with our girl, pet," Evan murmured. He leaned down, dragging his tongue up the underside of James' shaft. His cock jumped at James' ragged moan, but he continued. "She's so sweet and open for you. And you..." Evan chuckled. "You found someone else that you can let go for, haven't you, pet? Someone who accepts every part of you, no matter how broken you think you are."
"I..." Whatever protest that James had been about was lost in a desperate moan as Evan took his cock into his mouth. He tongued at the weeping slit, reaching down to palm his cock as he hummed around James' length. He teased for a moment, stroking his tongue along the sensitive underside of James' cock, then released it with a soft pop.
"I heard you, pet," Evan said, his voice raspy. He wrapped his hand around his cock, squeezing as he rose and hovered over James. James' gray eyes were dark, his pupils wide with lust and arousal and the scent of Camelia's heat all around them, and Evan couldn't stop himself from dipping his head for a kiss. James' lips parted for him so easily, pliant and giving underneath him, and it only made Evan that much harder.
"Heard me?" James' voice was a low mumble, and Evan gently bit at his lower lip before pulling away. He reached up and bracketed James’ throat with his hand, his thumb stroking the fluttering pulse possessively.
"You love her." The words were soft, but James' eyes widened as if Evan had just yelled at him. Evan's grip around his neck tightened, holding him in place as he smiled softly down, his chest so fucking full. "You want her. You love her. And you told her."
For a moment, James didn't say anything. Evan could see his thoughts scrolling across his face like a social media timeline. The fear of being abandoned, the anxiety at having been caught. The longing, thinking about Camelia. Heat, arousal. Need.
Evan softened his grip around James's neck, his hand sliding up to cup his face. "I'm so proud of you," he said softly, leaning down so that their foreheads touched. He closed his eyes for a moment, relishing the intimate moment between the two of them, before opening them. "You deserve so much happiness, James. I love you so fucking much, it's all I fucking want."
James' breath caught at Evan's words, and he reached up to touch Evan's cheek. "You love me?" His eyes were wide, and Evan couldn't stop himself from smirking a little as he leaned down to press a tender kiss against James' mouth.
"I love you, pet. I love every ridiculous part of you. And I will do everything in my power to make sure that you are okay, that you're loved and taken care of." Evan paused, and then, "You and our girl both. You're mine."
James whimpered softly, his fingers curling into Evan's jaw as he closed his eyes, nodding. "Yours, Ev," he whispered. "I love you too. So much. You're my rock."
