Evan's heart pounded harder at the admission. He didn't know if the sudden vulnerability was due to Camelia's heat or if there was something more going on with James that he didn't know about, but he didn't care. He groaned, leaning down and sealing their mouths together in a deep, slick kiss. He ground their cocks together, swallowing James' moan, but it wasn't fuckingenough.
"Pants. Off. I need to be inside you." Evan bit at James' jaw before straightening up, pulling his shirt up and over his head as James shoved his pants the rest of the way off. His cock was red, hard and weeping against his belly, and Evan smirked as he reached down, wrapping a hand around its length and giving it a gentle squeeze.
James' hips bucked at the touch, and Evan chuckled as he finished shoving his pants down, letting his own cock spring free. "Soon, pet, soon," he murmured, reaching for his bedside table and blindly digging around in the drawer. He popped the cap and coated his fingers with lube when he found the bottle, using his free hand to push one of James' thighs up towards his chest, spreading him wide.
"There you go. Let me in, there's a good boy," Evan murmured, pressing his fingers knuckle deep. James hissed at the sudden stretch, but didn't ask Evan to slow down. He wouldn't. Evan chuckled at his stubbornness, and watched a faint flush rise in James' cheeks as Evan slowly stretched his tight hole. He clenched down on Evan's fingers when they bumped up against his prostate, but managed to keep quiet, other than a soft groan of pleasure.
"Holding back on me, are you?" Evan leaned close, his voice gently taunting as he pressed a third finger in alongside the first two. "You won't get away with that, pet, you know that. Let me hear you." Evan wrapped his free hand around James' cock, giving it a harsh squeeze, and was rewarded with James' choked moan as Evan's fingers pressed firmly against his prostate again.
James shook his head, his voice coming in tiny pants as Evan stroked him and fingered him in tandem. "Not...not holding back. Just...trying...to hold..."
His gray eyes pleaded with Evan to understand, the vulnerability in his voice nearly breaking as he let out anotherwhimper. His cock leaked down onto his belly, and Evan chuckled, giving him no leeway as he leaned close.
"I want you to break, pet. I want to see every jagged part of you. You're mine, and I love and accept every part of who you are. I don't care how long it takes you to accept that." He squeezed harshly, and James' cock throbbed in his hand, twitching and harder than ever as Evan massaged his prostate. "Do you understand me?"
James nodded frantically, squirming under Evan's touch. "Yes, fuck, I understand. Ev, please, I need...I'm close..."
Evan clicked his tongue, his cock throbbing as he released James' cock. He didn't move his fingers from where they were pressed firmly against James' sensitive nerves, instead reaching down and grabbing James' testicles firmly, pulling them down until James let out a low groan of discomfort.
"No you're not," Evan said, his voice low and possessive. He gently squeezed James' balls, rolling them around in his palm as he finally pulled his fingers free of James' clenching hole. "We have a girl to satisfy, pet. You're not going to come, and neither am I. I just need to feel you around me. Need to know you're mine."
Evan leaned down and pressed his lips against James' mouth before he could respond. He blindly fumbled with the bottle of lube as their teeth clashed with the almost violent kiss, slicking his cock and pressing James' legs wider as he settled between them. He notched his cock, then pushed home in one smooth thrust that made both of them pant with shared pleasure.
"Fuck!" James squeezed his eyes shut, his asshole clamping down on Evan as he settled, fully sheathed inside. Evan groaned softly, resting their sweaty foreheads together as he adjusted to the sensation. Tight, so fuckingtight.
"There you go, pet. Good boy, look at you taking me..." Evan pressed kisses along James' tense jawline, pulling out a fewinches and thrusting back in to help James loosen up a little. The tiny, desperate sounds that James made nearly wrecked him, and he barely managed to hold on to his self control as he pressed their bare chests together.
"Ev...please..." James fingers dug into Evan's shoulders as he clutched at them, as if Evan was the only thing keeping him tied to reality. His pupils were huge when he finally opened his eyes, looking up at Evan, and he sank his teeth into his lower lip as his legs quivered and his hole loosened a little with the stretch.
"There you go. Good, good boy." Evan kissed James again, pouring out all the words that he couldn't say as he slowly started thrusting, rolling his hips smoothly. He had meant what he said, about the end goal not being either of their orgasms. How could it be? When the scent of Camelia's heat was heavy in the air between the two of them, and both of their cocks were craving her like they craved air.
No, this was a different sort of connection. Not the urgent, filthy pursuit of pleasure. This was Evan taking what was his, and showing James, yet again, that it was okay for him to relax. It was okay for him tolet go.
"Evan..." James whimpered, his legs shaking a little as he sank his teeth into the juncture of Evan's neck. Evan growled at the sting, but smirked as he picked up the pace. He groaned softly at the way James' hole clenched and released around him, and his fingers curled into fists in his duvet as James' cock jerked between the two of them.
"I know you want to come, pet, I know. You want me to come, too, don't you? Want me to fill your dirty little hole with my come and leave you dripping until our Omega is ready to be fucked again. You love how I debase you, even though you fight it." Evan pressed a kiss to the side of James' temple, groaning as James clamped down on him. "Fuck, you're so tight. Good...fuck...I want to...I'm..."
Evan swore, forcing himself to pull clean out before his balls could draw up. He breathed heavily, resting his forehead against James' shoulder as his heart rate pounded, and his cock twitched futilely as the orgasm that had been rapidly approaching faded away.
James groaned softly in his ear, reaching up and winding his fingers in Evan's damp hair. "You're a fucking sadist, you know that?"
Evan chuckled, dipping his head and dragging his tongue up the column of James' throat, tasting the salt of his sweat. "You love it."
A moment, and then, "Yeah, I do." James made a soft sound, and then, "I love you, Ev."
Evan lifted enough that he could meet James' gaze, letting himself soften a little. "I love you too, James. Always. You're mine. I take care of what's mine."
Evan could see the doubt in James' face as he nodded, but he vowed to himself that he would do anything he had to, take as many years as necessary, to prove to James that he was telling the truth. That he wasn't alone.
Chapter eighteen
Camelia
It was all so much more...morethis time. Had Camelia's heat been this intense before she'd gone on the meds? She couldn't remember. All she knew...
Fuck.
Camelia squirmed on her bed, the fabric of her sheets and blankets soft but all too-grating on her overheated, oversensitive skin. How long had it been since she had gone into heat? This was the first time that she had been left alone. She always had one of her Alphas with her, where were they...?
