James reached between their bodies, working her clit in light and fast motions that made Camelia's body tense. She wailed, her hips jerking against his touch, and he chuckled in her ear even as he fucked her harder.
"There's a good girl, our good Omega. You can hold on for Evan just a little longer, can't you? Let us take care of you, you needed cock badly enough to wake us up, hmm? You'll have all the cock you need, love, I promise you that."
He continued to tease her, and Camelia's arousal continued to spiral higher and higher as they fucked her. Hard and fast, but not fast enough to push her over the edge. Even in her heat-addled state, she could tell that it was intentional, and another broken wail passed her lips as she begged, her voice soft and breathy and barely coherent.
Her eyes stung, and tears spilled out down her cheeks as she clenched down on their cocks, the orgasm so close, sofuckingclose...
"Oh, baby. Your need is so fucking gorgeous." Evan leaned down and dragging his tongue up her cheek, licking away the salty track of the tear, and James rumbled a soft groan behind her as his touch on her clit sped up.
"Ev...getting close..." he mumbled. He hissed when Camelia clenched down on him, and Evan chuckled, the sound aroused and wanton and half gone.
"So good for me, the both of you." He kissed Camelia again, slow and deep this time, and his hand curled under her chin as he pulled away, his lips brushing against hers as he murmured, "You've suffered enough, baby girl. Come for us. Let us feel you come all over our cocks."
He and James fucked into her at the same time, hard and fast as Evan gave her permission, and more tears spilled down Camelia's cheeks as she practically screamed and shattered into an orgasm that made her vision white out in the dark of theroom. Her nails dug into Evan's skin as she clutched to them, and she was vaguely aware of James coming with a low groan and one more thrust that buried him all the way in her ass.
Evan wasn't far behind, and the sensation of them making her slicker with their come dragged out Camelia's orgasm, her instincts so fucking satisfied at her Alphas claiming her in that primitive, primal way. She moaned softly as the waves of pleasure slowly faded, and against her will, her eyes fluttered close as James' cock slipped out of her ass first, then Evan's, leaving her stretched and dripping and empty.
"There you go, there's our girl," Evan murmured. "You did so good, baby. You're perfect." He slid his hand into her hair, pressing a kiss to the damp top of her head as he pulled her close to his chest. Her cheeks were still wet with the tears that the intense pleasure had pulled out of her, and his thumb brushed against her skin as she nodded, exhaustion hitting her intensely.
"Yours, all yours," she mumbled, already half asleep.
Chapter twenty
Evan
As soon as Camelia's breathing slowed and steadied with sleep, James carefully extricated himself from their tangle of limbs and disappeared down the hallway. Evan watched him, gently stroking Camelia's bare back as he heard the faucet in the bathroom turn on, and then off before James appeared back in the bedroom. His cock was still hard and heavy between his legs despite the orgasm that he'd just had, and Evan's cock twitched with interest despite the exhaustion that was pulling at his limbs.
Evan reached out his hand when James hesitated. "Come back here, pet." His voice was heavy and satisfied, and he smiled softly when James wordlessly obeyed the order, sliding back into his spot behind Camelia and cuddling close to her.
"Good boy." Evan brushed his hand over James' hair, damp with sweat, and James hummed softly as he buried his nose in the crook of Camelia's neck.
Evan could relate to the urge. The scent of her heat and hormones were heavy around them, thick and sweet and intoxicating, and if Evan could bottle the scent up to carry around with him at all times, he would. It made his stomach twist with affection and possession for the Omega between the two of them, and he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head, feeling the heat of her skin under her hair and sighing.
She was still warm, but her body temperature was dropping. She probably wasn't aware of it yet, still lost to the need as she was. But the heat was almost done, this time around. Another day, maybe thirty-six hours more, and she would be in control of herself again.
James made a soft, contented sound as he pressed a kiss to the bruise that he'd left on Camelia's shoulder. Evan could tell that he wanted to say something, that there was something on his mind, but Evan didn't want to push. Despite the exhaustion that weighed his body down like sand, his mind was whirring and brightly, intensely alert.
It wasn't long before James spoke, his voice soft and tentative between them. "Mating. She said Mating, Ev."
Evan sighed. He had heard it too, and he would be lying if the way that she had sounded, the desperate plea for them to breed her and mark her as theirs wouldn't be living in his head rent-free for a long, long time. "I know she did." His heart squeezed, and he swallowed hard as James made a soft sound.
"I..." There was an audible gulp, and when James spoke again, his voice was so quiet that James could barely hear him over Camelia's gentle breaths. "I want to, Ev. I want it so fucking badly I can't stand it."
Evan bit the inside of his cheek, stopping himself from blurting out the words that were on the tip of his tongue. Mating, the final bonding act between Alphas and Omegas. It wasn't a formal legal process or anything, as much as there were somelegislators who would like it to be. It was more primal than that, a way of bonding on an instinctual level, a hormonal one. A bite from an Alpha that broke an Omega's skin would link them together, making them closer. More bonded, more connected than standard Alpha and Omega pairs.
It was an intense experience, from what Evan understood, and one that wasn't well known. The rarity of Omegas made it difficult to ethically study and understand the Mating process, and beyond that, Alphas and Omegas were rarely public about the exact status of their relationship. Evan had stumbled on one dark web blog written by an Omega, detailing her experiences with her Mated Alphas, and that was the only reference that he had for the process and experience.
If he understood correctly...it was more than just an emotional bond. It was physiological, increasing hormones and making Omegas more submissive and Alphas more virile. There were even hints that there was a component of psychic connection there as well, a type of emotional reading beyond the pull that Alpha and Omega pairs already felt towards each other...
It almost sounded like more than Evan was ready for. More than he could handle.
And yet...he wanted it too. Wanted to take the Omega between him and James and bond her to them in the most permanent way that he could, make it so that she couldn't escape either of them ever again, even if she wanted to. It was primal, the urge, and so intense that it sparked a hint of fear low in his belly alongside the arousal and desire.
"I know," he finally said, closing his eyes. Camelia shifted slightly between them, pressing her cheek against Evan's chest as she sighed. Her body was relaxed for the moment, and Evan reached up to cup her cheek, stroking his thumb over her smooth skin.
There were several seconds of silence, then, "Are you afraid?"
James' voice was low but open, and Evan's heart thumped unevenly. It was difficult for him to open up in this way, even to James. He always took the leading role in their relationship, the forward position in making sure that everything was okay. James had so much volatility built inside of him that Evan never wanted to burden him more than he already was. He wanted to take weight away, not add to it.
