"You don't have to take it, you know," James pointed out. He offered her a small smile. "You could still go out and change the world if you wanted to."
Camelia nodded, her brow furrowed. She stared at the email for another beat, before turning back to look at Evan. "Do you think I would be a bad person if I decided to take it? Because...this is important too. To me."
Evan couldn't help chuckling, holding her a little more tightly to him. "I don't think that there's anyone in the world who would look at you taking a job as an advocate at a nonprofit and think that that makes you a bad person, baby." He kissed her cheek, then said, a little more seriously, "Besides. Haven't you already been getting some...threatening messages? From people who don't like what you've been standing up for?"
She hadn't brought it up, but Evan had caught a glimpse of her phone when she was browsing Instagram one day. Some of the hidden messages that she was actively blocking...they were nasty. Evan had immediately wanted to protect her, but there was only so much that he could do about internet trolls.
"Well, yeah," Camelia said quietly.
"I don't think that taking this job would make them go away, but it would at least make you feel better about doing something. You know?" Evan released her hair, and Camelia linked their fingers together as she contemplated her email.
"You're right," she finally said. There was a thread of decision in her voice, a finality that surprised Evan. She set her laptopaside, and before Evan could ask what she was doing she pushed herself up and turned around, straddling his legs and settling herself firmly on his lap. The new position pressed her pussy firmly against Evan's cock, only the thin layers of their house pants separating them, and Evan couldn't stop himself from letting out a low growl as his cock twitched and started to fill under the pressure.
Camelia didn't back down, though a spark of heat lit her dark eyes. "I think I'm going to take it," she said, glancing between James and Evan. "It's important."
James nodded, linking his fingers with hers and bringing her hand to his mouth to press a kiss to her knuckles. "You'll be perfect, sweetheart. It's just right for you."
She nodded, and when she looked back at Evan, there was something else in her eyes, a determination that made him cock his head to the side. "What is it, baby?"
"There's something else that I want, before I take this job. Before we go out into the world and start our lives after graduation." She bit her lip, worrying the skin between her teeth for a moment as she glanced down at James, then back at Evan.
The way that her hips ground minutely against his cock gave Evan a good idea of what she wanted to ask, but he waited patiently, his hands curling loosely around her hips.
"I want you to Mate me," Camelia finally said, her voice already a little breathy. She glanced down at James. "Both of you. Before anything else. I want to be yours. Completely."
Evan's cock filled so quickly that it almost made him dizzy, and James let out a low growl beside them. Evan could feel Camelia's pussy soaking through the thin fabric of her pants, and the scent of her sweet Omega hormones grew thick between them.
"Are you sure?" he forced himself to ask. His instinctsscreamedat him to accept what she was offering, to take his Omega and never fucking let her go, but he had to reign himselfin. He had meant what he said when they had spoken about this after Camelia’s heat; it was a big decision, one that shouldn’t be taken lightly.
He glanced down at James, who was looking up at Camelia as if she had the answers to the universe. His pupils were dilated, the outline of his cock hard in the gray sweatpants that he wore slung low on his hips.
Camelia nodded, pulling Evan's attention back to her. "I'm sure," she said decisively. Then, more shyly, "You're it for me. I love you both so much."
Evan held back a soft groan at the naked confession, and pulled her down for a soft kiss. Her lips moved against his, so sweet and loving and so fucking giving, and Evan's heart pounded when she finally pulled away, resting her forehead against his.
"Will you?" she asked softly. She reached down, gently dragging her fingers across James' jaw. His pupils dilated further at the touch, and he sat up, wrapping his hand around the back of her neck and pulling her in for a kiss.
Evan watched them, and when they both looked back at him, he couldn't help smiling. He reached out and cupped Camelia's chin, gently stroking her skin with his thumb before murmuring, "I think that can be arranged, baby."
Epilogue
Camelia
"Welcome to our most humble of humble abodes, for the next two weeks," Evan announced grandly as he shoved open the front door of their rental. He turned to look at Camelia and James, his smile wide and his eyes warm, and he gestured around him. "May we never want to leave."
Camelia giggled, and she saw James shaking his head out of the corner of her eye as the two of them followed Evan into the house. Though house was the understatement of the fucking century.
Evan had decided that they needed to take some time, just the three of them together, after the graduation ceremony that would set the three of them free into the adult world. Camelia's new job had been more than happy to set her start date a little later than they had initially wanted, especially when she had hedged at the fact that it was forhealthreasons, rather than anything casual or frivolous.
She hadn't been lying, necessarily. Yes, it was a much needed vacation after a long spring semester, but graduationhadhappened to fall right before her heat was supposed to start.
"It's beautiful, Ev," James said, his voice soft. He smirked a little as he looked around, and Camelia smiled at him as she stepped close, wrapping her arms around his middle and laying her head against his shoulder.
The trust that Evan's family had set up for James had been enough to pay for his entire degree several times over, not just a semester. James had tried to return what he didn't need, insisting that he had just needed enough to finish school, but Chris and Adriana had refused to hear of it. They had set him up with an accountant who could manage the finances, and James was officially a part of the one percent, no matter how vehemently he insisted that he didn't need it.
He hadn't heard from his father since their last conversation, either, which was truly the point of it all. Her Alpha was free to be who he wanted, how he wanted.
With her, with Evan.
