Camelia barely heard his words, shattering around James' cock the second that the permission passed his lips. James was only a split second behind, groaning loudly as he thrust into Camelia's pussy and came, flooding her insides with warmth. His cock pulsed, and he pressed his forehead against Camelia's shoulder as she wrapped her arms around James' neck, holding him close. Their hearts were thudding in their chests hard and fast, and Camelia whimpered in his ear as she rode out the waves of her orgasm, content on a deep, primal level to have her Alphas so close to her, so intimate.
"Fuck, James. Fuck, I love you.Fuck." Evan slammed into James one more time, draping over his back and bringing the three of them together as he came with a low groan of pleasure, and James growled low in his chest, his cock twitching gently as Evan gently stroked his shoulder, then kissed the side of his face.
The three of them sat there for a moment, the post-coital glow an intense fuzz. Evan was the first to pull away, grimacing slightly when his sticky skin peeled away from James, andCamelia watched him dazedly as he straightened up, his cock soft again between his legs.
He smiled at her, walking over and gently pressing a kiss to her forehead. "You were perfect, baby," he murmured. His touch lingered, and he smiled softly at her. "I'm going to go get something to clean us up with. Keep him close, I'll be right back."
Camelia nodded, clinging tighter to James, as if he was seconds from bolting. "Okay."
Chapter twenty-four
James
Camelia smelled like sex and Omega and salty sweat, and the scent grounded James as he buried his face deeper into her skin. Her fingers carded through his hair gently, soothing him and keeping the anxiety that plagued him at bay.
Evan was only gone for a moment, and James felt the bed dip behind him as he knelt back down on the bed. A touch on his inner thigh made James tense a little, and Evan's voice was soft when he spoke. "Just gonna clean you up, James. Spread. Come on."
James obeyed, letting out a soft groan at the soft touch of the cloth, sweeping up his thighs. His hole ached, a reminder of what they had just done. Evan hadn't gone easy on him, but James hadn't wanted him to.
Not when it had made his mind calm down, at least for a little bit.
"You too, baby girl. Spread." Evan's low command made Camelia shuffle under James, a soft whimper escaping her asEvan cleaned her up as well. James could only imagine what the pair of them looked like, entangled and dripping in arousal and sweat and fluids while their lover cleaned them up with a careful touch.
Debauched, that's how they looked. And the only care that James could find in himself for that was the fear that it was all about to be taken away.
Evan tossed the rag to the side with a wet sound, and he gently pulled on James' hip until he rolled onto his side, letting out a low, discontented sound as Camelia was pulled away. Evan slid behind him, pressing his front to James' back and holding him close, pressing a kiss to the back of James' neck as Camelia shuffled until she was facing the pair of them, her eyes pleasured and sleepy but aware.
"What happened, James?" Evan's breath was soft against the back of his neck, and James' stomach clenched at the question.
God, it was the last thing that he wanted to fucking talk about.
Still, he knew that he wasn't going to get away from this conversation. Not when he was so uncertain and scared and didn't...fuck, didn't know what to do. What could he do?
"Dad cut me off, effective immediately." James' voice was hollow when he spoke, and some of the pleasure haze cleared from Camelia's dark eyes as she looked at him. He let out a low laugh, fear making his throat tight as he continued, "He even had them pull me from my classes. I don't know how he managed that, but he always did know the cruelest way to gut a fish." James shook his head, and Evan's arms tightened around him. "Guess it's a good thing that I haven't been studying for finals."
Evan didn't say anything, but his breathing changed. James knew him well enough to know that Evan probably had some choice words for Drake Devin that he was saying in his head, buthe respected James too much to talk shit about his dad directly to him.
No matter their complicated relationship, he was still James' dad. Though that mere fact was starting to matter less and less, if it still mattered at all.
"But...why?" Camelia's eyes were wide, confusion and flashes of anger reflecting in them as she looked at him. I thought..." She reached up, dragging her fingers along James' jaw, and James couldn't stop himself from leaning into her touch. It sparked dark possession and need in him, and his cock twitched despite the fact that he'd just come deep inside of her.
James shook his head, cutting her off. "I guess that ducking out for a week to fuck my Omega during her heat wasn't on my father's approved list of activities for my college career, no matter if it was excused or not." His voice was bitter, and Evan's hand tightened on his hip when Camelia's eyes widened a little.
"James..." Evan's voice was a low warning, but Camelia cut him off.
"It's my fault," she whispered. Immediately, James felt a stab of regret as her eyes started to sparkle with tears, and he shook his head firmly, reaching up and wrapping his hand around the back of her neck.
"No, sweetheart," he said, his voice cracking a little. Camelia stared at him with wide eyes, and he tried again, his heart feeling like it was splitting a little at the hurt on her face. The hurt that he'd inadvertently caused. "My dad has been looking for an excuse to do this for years. He almost cut me off in May when I didn't graduate in four years like he thought that I should. It isnotyour fault. He doesn't even know about..." James swallowed, his heart pounding a little harder at the idea of his father finding out the truth about Camelia. "He doesn't know about our relationship, and I have the feeling if he did..."
Evan nodded against James' neck. "He wouldn't have let things get this far if he suspected anything, baby," he confirmed. His thumb stroked comfortingly against James' hip, and some of the guilt that drenched Camelia's features faded.
She trailed her fingers across James' lips, and he couldn't stop himself from kissing her fingertips, feeling the spark of their connection down to his bones. "What happened between you and your dad?" she asked softly. "What made your relationship so...complicated?"
James swallowed, everything inside of him screaming for him to run, to walk away from this conversation. But Camelia was looking at him so openly, Evan supporting him from behind, and James couldn't...he couldn't tell her no.
"I was thirteen when my mom died," James started, his voice hollow. "She was...well, basically a single parent in the house the entire time that I was growing up. Dad was gone all the time, and when he was around, he didn't seem very interested in being a father. He loved Mom, that much was clear, but I was more of an afterthought than anything."
Evan's firm hold and Camelia's steady gaze as she absorbed the story was the only thing that kept James grounded enough to keep talking, dredging up the pain that he had spent so many years trying to bury. "I didn't know what it was that Dad did for a living back then, I only knew that he wasn't around when Mom suddenly dropped dead, after being perfectly healthy up to that point. Dad wasn't around at the time, and I had to be the one to break the news to him. Over the fucking phone."
