But right now, in this moment, Evan knew that James was there for him. Always was, even if Evan never felt like he could lean on the support. "Yeah, a little," he whispered. "Aren't you?"
For a moment, it didn't seem like James was going to respond to him. He breathed in the crook of Camelia's neck, but then he looked up at Evan, his gray eyes bright in the moonlight that filtered in through the window. "No, I...I don't think so, Ev. I love her." He chewed his lower lip for a moment, his gaze not leaving Evan's face. "I love you. I don't want to be without either of you."
The confession was soft and even more intense than it had been the first time that James had stated it, and Evan's heart swelled. He stopped stroking Camelia's hair, reaching out and cupping James' chin. He stroked the roughness of the other man's stubble, and he swallowed. "What about your dad? You know he would never..."
James shook his head, a new determination falling over his face. "I don't care, Ev." He looked down at Camelia, leaning his cheek into Evan's palm. "I don't care," he said again, so softly.
Pride swelled in Evan's chest, and he tightened his grip on James' jaw. "I'm proud of you," he said softly. As expected, James flinched a little and tried to pull away, but Evan didn't let him, instead continuing to speak, keeping his voice low so as not to wake Camelia. "I know that you'll probably have setbacks, and there will be times when you don't feel like you're strong or you can do it. But you are so much better than your father, James,and I am proud that you want to finally be done with him. He doesn't deserve you, and he never has."
For a moment, Evan swore that he saw the glimmer of tears in James' eyes at his words. Then he blinked, and the shimmer was gone, and James sighed as he rested his head against the pillow. He hummed a low sound and his free hand slid down Camelia's hip, dipping between her legs and making her moan softly in her sleep.
"I can feel us dripping out of her, Ev," he murmured, his voice heavy with satisfaction and sleep. "So wet and full and messy. I love it."
Evan bit back a soft groan at James' words, releasing his face so that he could push his hand lower too. His fingers met James' where they were teasing Camelia's sodden folds, and his cock twitched at the thick wetness that he felt there. His come, James' come. Camelia's slick. All mixing together and leaking out of her used holes in a way that left no question of who the Omega belonged to.
She wastheirs.
Camelia squirmed a little as Evan's fingers brushed against her clit, her legs spreading to let them in. "Empty," she mumbled.
Evan chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead, tasting the salt of her sweat. "It's okay, baby girl. Hold on."
He reached between her legs and wrapped his hand around the hard length of James' cock, ignoring the sharp intake of breath that the other man gave as Evan stroked him once, and then positioned the head of his cock at Camelia's swollen entrance. "Fill our girl up, James," he murmured. "Otherwise she won't sleep."
Evan squeezed James one more time, making the man moan softly, and then pulled his hand away to stroke Camelia's thigh as James sank fully inside of her. Both of them sighed, andCamelia snuggled back into Evan's chest, her muscles looser in sleep.
"Get some sleep, James," Evan said, his eyes already closing. He gently cupped James' testicles, stroking them with his fingertips as James settled, and the soft sound of pleasure and assent that James made was more than enough for Evan to finally let go and drift off to sleep himself.
Chapter twenty-one
Camelia
Camelia ached when awareness finally trickled back, but it was a pleasant kind of ache.
She stretched, noting that the sheets underneath her were dry and clean as she rolled over. The door to her room was open, letting the air circulate, and the morning light that filtered in through the window was bright and cold.
When she peeked out, she was met with a world blanketed in white, snowflakes drifting softly down and landing in drifts around the yards and streets. The streets were unplowed, and Camelia couldn't help the warm fuzzy feeling that suffused her belly as she looked out.
She loved the snow.
"Okay. Clothes. Dressed. Breakfast. Class? God, what day is it?" Camelia ran her hand through her hair, grimacing a little when her fingers got caught in the dark strands, and she forced herself to roll out of bed, standing and stretching a little more as she wiggled her bare feet on the carpet.
She glanced at herself in the body-length mirror as she passed it, snagging her robe from where it hung on the back of the door, and she couldn't stop herself from smiling a little at the myriad marks and bruises that bloomed across her skin. Tiny fingerprint bruises on her hips, a viciously dark hickey at the join of her neck. Scratch marks across her tits, matching someone's grip if they were fucking her from behind and their hands slipped.
She blushed a little as she fingered a hickey on her inner thigh, her pussy clenching at the dull throb of pain. She was sore there, too, especially now that her hormones weren't begging for her to fuck constantly. Her tissues were tender and swollen, and even clenching down around nothing made a small twinge of pain lance through her lower belly.
But there was warmth there too, affection at each mark that was on her body. The urgency that she could feel with every blemish, every mild ache in her muscles and bruise on her skin...it made her heart swell with an emotion that she was almost terrified to name.
She wrapped her robe around herself and tied the belt around her waist, padding down the stairs and following the music that was playing in the kitchen. It was soft, something upbeat and classical, and Evan was standing at the stove humming to himself as he cooked something.
"Morning." Camelia barely spoke louder than the music, not wanting to startle him, but she was surprised when arms wrapped around her waist from the other side and James buried his nose in her neck.
"Morning, sweetheart." He pressed a tender kiss to the mark on her neck, and Camelia hummed softly as she stretched out her neck for him, shivering a little when he dragged his tongue over her skin.
Camelia turned in his arms, linking her arms around James' neck. "Hi," she said softly.
His gray eyes were stormy as he looked down at her, but the smile that touched his lips was soft. "You're back. Feeling okay?"
Camelia nodded, biting her lower lip as she heard Evan set the pan aside on the stove. A second later, Evan pressed up behind her, dropping a kiss to the top of her head. "It's been seven days and some change, baby," he murmured. "It's Sunday. We have class tomorrow."
