Evan walked around her as she did, cupping James' chin firmly and turning his face so that he was meeting Evan's gaze. Evan's expression was firm but not cruel, and a small smile tugged at his lips as he looked at James.
"What do you need, pet?" he asked softly. His thumb traced along James' jaw, and James' breathing hitched as Camelia reached up and hooked her fingers in his boxers, dragging them down as well. James' cock sprung free, already hard, and Camelia swallowed against the urge to lean forward and take it in her mouth.
Evan was running the show right now, that much was clear. And he hadn't given her permission.
"Ev..." It was the first thing that James had said since Camelia and Evan had found him in the student center, and his voice was rough, bordering on hopeless. "He wants..."
Evan hushed him. "Don't worry about that right now. Let me take care of you." His eyes flicked down to Camelia, and his soft expression made her heart twist. "Let us take care of you, hmm?"
Before James could respond, Evan pulled him in for a crushing kiss that made Camelia's heart pound. It was commanding, taking, and James responded to it with a desperate gasp, his hands coming up to grip in Evan's shirt. His legs trembled, and his heavy cock twitched as a low groan rumbled through James' chest.
"There you go, pet," Evan murmured against James' lips, his voice rough and commanding. "Let go for me." He steppedbehind James, wrapping his hand around the column of James' throat in a firm hold as he looked down at Camelia, his blue eyes burning. "Strip down for us, baby girl. Nice and slow. Give us a show."
Camelia licked her lower lip, her nipples hardening as she stood. Evan smirked, pressing his lips to James' ear as James' gaze fixed on her. "Watch her, pet," he murmured. His hand slid down, wrapping around the base of James' cock loosely and giving it a tug.
James' hips bucked at Evan's touch, and his eyes burned as Camelia grasped the ends of her scarf, slowly unwinding it from around her neck. Her hat was next, and a tiny voice in the back of her head bemoaned the fact that she was doing a striptease in fuckingwinterclothes.
Winter clothes were the least sexy clothes to be stripping out of.
James' gaze didn't say that, though. His lips parted on a soft gasp as Camelia tugged her sweater and shirt up and over her head, revealing the fact that she had gone without a bra that morning. Her nipples were already hard and aching, begging for one of her Alphas to touch her, but Evan's fingers tightened on James' throat when one of his hands twitched, as if to reach out to her.
"Not yet, pet," he growled. He smirked at Camelia, nodding when she hesitated. "You're doing so good, baby. Turn around when you take your pants off. Let us see that pretty ass and pussy of yours."
The whimper that tore from Camelia's throat at Evan's filthy words was faint, but more than enough for both of the Alphas watching her to visibly react. James' hand twitched again, his expression darkening, and Evan's pupils blew wider with arousal at the sound. Still, neither of them, moved, James caught firmly in Evan's grip as Camelia turned around, facing the door as sheundid the button on her pants and hinged at the hips to shove them down and off her feet.
"Fuck, sweetheart..." James' voice was choked, and Camelia took her time straightening up. The air was cool against her swollen pussy, and she bit her lip when she turned back around, fully naked and vulnerable.
"This needy cock wants to bury inside of her right now, doesn't it, pet?" Evan pressed a kiss under James' ear, stroking his cock slowly, and James' throat bobbed gently as he swallowed, then nodded.
"Please, Ev..." he whispered. "I want..."
Evan sank his teeth into James' neck before he could finish speaking, and the groan that ripped out of James made Camelia want to shove her hand between her legs right then and there. It was desperate and sexy and seeing them together...
God, she hadn't thought about how hot it would be. Watching James, her aggressive, repressed Alpha,submit...
"James..." she whispered, stepping close to him. His eyes were clouded with want when she looked down at him, and she couldn't help smiling. She dragged her fingers along his jawline, watching his pupils dilate further at her touch. His tongue flicked out to touch her fingertips when it passed his mouth, and Camelia couldn't stop herself from shivering, her nipples aching.
"There you go, good boy," Evan murmured, licking the teeth marks that he left in James' skin. "Why don't you touch his cock, baby girl? I need my hand."
He released James' cock, and Camelia bit her lip as she wrapped her hand around the hard shaft. James' skin was tight and soft, and it pulsed in her hand as she gently stroked. James closed his eyes, his hips bucking into her touch, and Camelia watched as Evan reached into his pocket, and then there was the telltale sound of a bottle being opened.
James immediately tensed, a flash of desperation crossing his face as Evan released his throat. "Ev..."
Just as quick as he'd let go, Evan's hand was back around James' throat and his lips were pressed against his ear. "Spread your legs, pet. You need to be fucked, and it's up to you if it's gentle or not." He smirked, and his voice was dark when he continued. "You know I like you either way, my defiant boy."
Camelia whimpered, and before she could stop herself, she sank to her knees in front of James, bringing herself eye level with his cock. She spread her knees, her free hand sliding between her legs and teasing at her clit, and it felt so,sogood to touch herself...
"Our Omega is so worked up by seeing me take you in hand that she didn't even wait for permission to touch herself, pet," Evan murmured. "Why don't you show her how good you can be for me, hmm?" His eyes flashed with heat and approval as he looked down at Camelia, and a moment later, James shuffled his feet further apart, just enough to let Evan slot in.
Camelia couldn't see what Evan was doing, but she could tell the exact moment that he pushed a finger inside of James' ass. James tensed, his cock twitched in Camelia's grip, and then he slowly relaxed, whimpering softly as a bead of fluid gathered at the head of his cock. Camelia stroked him, smoothing her thumb over the wet tip, and she moaned softly as she rubbed tiny circles around her clit.
"Just relax, pet. We're going to take good care of you." Evan hooked his fingers under James' jaw and turned his face for another deep kiss, wet and full of teeth that clicked as they battled each other. Camelia watched, biting her lip to stop herself from leaning forward and taking James into her mouth. She wanted to taste him, wanted to tease him the same way that Evan was, but she couldn't tear her gaze away from the two men. Each passing second of Evan's finger's in his ass, James wasincrementally relaxing, and a thought popped up at the back of Camelia's mind that this was far from the first time that they had taken comfort in each other in this way. The intimacy that she had seen between them, the shared emotion...it was more than just that of old friends, no matter how close they might have been.
A suspicion that was confirmed when Evan broke the kiss, murmuring, "I love you, James, remember? We love you. We're going to take care of you, of each other. The three of us." He looked down at Camelia, and he released James' throat to wind through Camelia's hair. The touch was comforting, a connection that Camelia desperately craved, and she nuzzled into his palm, feeling both their eyes on her. "Why don't you suck his cock while I stretch him out, baby girl? Let him feel that sweet tongue of yours." A wicked smile touched his lips. "But don't fucking make him come."
Camelia and James let out low groans at the same time, but it was the permission that Camelia had been waiting for. She leaned forward, wrapping her lips around the head of James' cock at the gentle urging of Evan's hand, and she lost herself to the taste of James' precome on her tongue, the pleasure from her fingers between her legs. She took it slow, mindful of Evan's order – fuck,order– not to let James come, and teased him with her lips and tongue, only taking him in a few inches at a time. Not taking him all the way down her throat, the way that she really wanted to.
It was torment for both of them, and only the soothing stroke of Evan's hand against the back of her head kept her from gagging herself on James' cock. She was so used to sex being so hot and heavy with these two, this slow torture that Evan was inflicting on the both of them...
