"Come for me, sweetheart. Let me feel this needy little pussy squeeze me. Gonna fill your desperate cunt up, making drip with me and Evan, make such a fucking mess out of you, Camelia..."
Camelia gasped, her body seizing under his fingers as a final thrust against her g-spot pushed her over the edge. Her moans were desperate and shameless, and her head fell back as she dangled limply in James' grip, riding out the waves of her orgasm. She was vaguely aware of him fucking up into her hard and fast until he came with a long, low groan, and the sensation of his come filling her only made the waves of her orgasm longer. Looser. More pleasurable.
"So good, James," Camelia mumbled. Her eyes fluttered open, and she saw Evan standing in the open doorway of the bedroom, his blue eyes intense as he watched the two of them. She didn't know when he had come upstairs, how long he had beenwatching the two of them, but her stomach clenched at his presence, and she pouted as she looked at him.
He chuckled, walking into the room. "Finish eating, baby girl, and then you can have my cock too."
Chapter nineteen
The darkness when night fell soothed some of the overstimulation that Camelia felt, though her skin was still oversensitive and felt swollen about ten times its usual size.
Being sandwiched between James and Evan, their scents filling her nose and calming her primal instincts, helped too.
Camelia pressed her lips to Evan's chest, feeling his heart thud under the sensitive skin. She didn't know what time it was. Didn't know what day it was, if she was being perfectly honest with herself. The hours melted into each other, the intensity of her heat making it so that she only delineated time with the times that her Alphas were fucking her, the times that they weren't, and the times that she managed a few restless minutes of sleep.
James breathed against the back of her neck, the air warm and steady. He was solidly asleep, his arm wrapped around her tightly and holding her tightly. One of his hands cupped a breast,his fingers twitching against her nipple every now and then and making sleep too fucking elusive for Camelia to find.
"Camelia, baby." Evan's voice was low and smooth, one of his hands sliding up into her hair. His cock twitched against her hip, still hard and heavy despite the amount of times that they had fucked. Camelia whimpered, pressing her cheek harder against his chest as need flared low in her belly again. "You need to get some sleep."
Camelia ground down against his thigh, shifting so that her pussy was pressed firmly against him. The friction wasn't enough, too slick and wet to give her anything that she needed, but it was something. "Can't," she whimpered.
She knew that she should be sore, that she should need the rest. Her hormones didn't care, pounding through her body and making her slick and desperate and needy as she rubbed up against her Alpha.
"Baby..." Evan's cock twitched against her again, and Camelia whined softly, tilting her head up and pressing her lips against Evan's jawline, rough with stubble.
"Please, Alpha." She moaned softly, his hand in her hair tightening until he clutched her like she was going to run away. "I...I need..."
Evan groaned, shifting until he fully faced her. He hitched her leg up over his hip, easing his hand between the two of them so that his fingers could rub tiny, teasing circles around her clit. Camelia's hips jerked at the sensation, a desperate moan falling from her lips.
"You're insatiable, baby," Evan said, his voice tight with want. His cock twitched, hot and hard where it pressed up against her swollen pussy lips, and Camelia's hips twitched against it, grinding against the smooth skin. "Do you know how many times we've fucked you over the last six days, Camelia?"
Camelia shook her head, her mind barely hanging on to the thread of the conversation. At least she had a time frame for her desperation, now.
"I've lost track," Evan growled. "That is how many times you've needed our cocks, baby girl. I can't count the number of times that we've fucked you, and you still crave more. You're fucking perfect, baby. Fucking made for us."
Camelia whimpered, hips jerking against his cock. It was right there, so fucking tempting and hard and it would give her what she needed, if he would just let her have it. "Please, Alpha," she breathed, so very close to begging. "I need your cock. Need you to fuck me, need to feel full, need to feel you inside of me and coming and breeding me, fuck,please, Evan..."
Evan's breath caught, and the next second he was sliding inside of her, his cock stretching her deliciously and making Camelia moan with satisfaction. She arched her back as much as she could, grinding against James' still-hard cock where it was pressed against her ass, and she was rewarded with his fingers tightening on her tit.
"I thought we were sleeping," James mumbled. His cock twitched against Camelia, betraying his interest, and Evan pressed his forehead against Camelia's as he started fucking her, rolling his hips smoothly.
"Our Omega needed to be fucked again. You can keep sleeping, you need the rest."
James chuckled, pressing his lips against the back of Camelia's neck as she moaned. "Fat fucking chance."
His fingers found her tender nipple, tightening and tugging, the pain-pleasure making Camelia whimper and clamp down on Evan's cock as he fucked her, slow and steady. He wasn't seeking to get off, or to get her off. Not yet, anyway.
"James..." Camelia tilted her head back until it rested against his shoulder, gratified when she felt his lips press against her cheek.
"What is it, sweetheart? Tell me what you need." He dragged his teeth along the edge of her jawline, sinking into her neck and sucking harshly. Camelia was vaguely aware that it burned, that she was going to have a truly vicious hickey there when she finally came back to herself, but she didn'tcare.
"Need to be full," she breathed, pleading with him to understand. Her fingers curled and relaxed helplessly against Evan's chest, and James let off her neck, licking the spot that he had bit with a slow drag of his tongue.
"Evan isn’t enough for you, sweetheart?" He pressed his hand to her lower belly, growling softly in her ear. "I can feel him moving inside of you. One cock isn't enough for your desperate cunt?"
Camelia shook her head, her hips bucking as Evan bottomed out in her again. He held her there, his cock twitching inside of her, and it wasn'tenough. "No," she begged. "Not enough. Need more, need you. Need both of you, filling me up, stretching me, giving me your cocks, please, please, please..."
Evan growled, and James pressed another kiss against the back of her neck. He shifted, and his cock lay against the inside of her slick thighs as he moved his hand, shoving it underneath her and teasing her folds where they were spread around Evan's cock. "Here?" His voice was a seductive croon, one finger pushing into her pussy alongside Evan's cock. "Do you want my cock here, sweetheart?"
