Camelia broke the kiss when her lungs started to burn, resting her forehead against Evan's as they both drew in ragged, gasping breaths. Evan's hands flexed on the counter on either side of her, betraying how much he was restraining himself, and Camelia bit her lip as she whispered, "What...about James..."
"What about James?" James' voice was low and rough as he entered the kitchen, and Evan's eyes glittered at Camelia as he stepped back. He jerked his head, and Camelia bit her lip as she turned her attention to the glowering blonde standing by the dining table.
"What?" he asked again, his eyes shuttered as he looked at the two of them. He was wearing a pair of plaid pajama pants and a t-shirt, but his entire body was tense, holding a story that Camelia knew that he didn't want to share. She knew that she should speak, that she should clue him into the conversation that she and Evan had just been having, but seeing him...her heart crumbled a little, and she didn't have the heart for difficult words.
Instead, she crossed the room and stood up on her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around his neck. He continued to look at her suspiciously as she pressed her body against his, but then she closed her eyes and kissed him, and after a moment the tension drained from his body and he wrapped his arms around her waist.
The kiss was intense, pouring out all the words that Camelia wanted to say to him. The things that she wanted to ask him, the things that she wanted to beg for. She could feel Evan's eyes on the two of them as James nipped at her bottom lip, then broke the kiss and dragged his teeth along her jawline before sinking down in a burning mark on her neck.
"Mine," he growled. He pulled away a little, eyes flicking towards Evan for a moment before returning to Camelia's face. "Ours."
Camelia nodded dazedly, stroking his jaw and wondering if she was ready for whatever she had gotten herself into.
Chapter four
Evan
Monday morning rolled around, and Evan couldn't stop himself from smiling like an idiot as he got ready for the day. The first night with Camelia had gone off without a hitch – she hadn't been lying when she said that she made a mean lasagna – and though nothing sexual had happened between the three of them beyond the kissing in the kitchen, he had still noticed the subtle looks that Camelia sent both his and James' way when she thought that neither of them were looking.
Nothing sexual had happened between the three of them...yet.
God, the way that she had looked up at him when she’d asked if he still wanted to fuck her...The sight of her wide, dark eyes brimming with insecurity and arousal was going to fuel his fantasies for a long time. It had taken everything inside of Evan to merely answer her question with words and not bend her over the counter so that he could personallyshowher how much he fucking wanted her.
Still, this was right. He and James had agreed; she needed to come to them. Moving in was the first step. Evan wasn't going to push her beyond what she was ready for.
If their sweet Omega wanted to be fucked by an Alpha, she was going to have to ask for it.
Camelia's soft singing floated down the hallway as Evan slung his backpack across his shoulder, and he smiled as he pushed out of his bedroom and followed the sound. James had an early class on Mondays, so he had already left for the morning, and Evan walked into Camelia's room, fully intent on offering her a peaceable ride to campus. Starting their journey of living together off right, as it was.
The moment that he entered her room, though, Evan stopped, his cock immediately stiffening at the scent that assaulted his senses.
Camelia was sitting on the bed, tugging on a pair of boots over a pair of soft-looking leggings. She looked up when Evan entered the room, a soft, tentative smile spreading across her face. "Hey, Evan. Were you heading off to class or..."
Evan approached her with three quick steps before she could say anything else, dropping his backpack to the floor before gently pressing her backwards until she was fully flat on her bed and he was leaning over the top of her. He pressed his nose to the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent deeply, that dizzying smell that made his instinctspurr.
"Your suppressants wore off," he finally said, his voice rough. God, she smelled so fuckinggood. Everything about her was sweet and spicy andbeckoning, and if the tiny voice of reason in the back of Evan's mind wasn't telling him that they needed to leave, that they had things to do and classes to attend, he would already have their clothes half off for a day-long fuckfest.
"Oh?" Evan knew that he wasn't imagining the way that Camelia's voice shook at his proximity, breathier than it hadbeen even a moment before, and he couldn't stop himself from letting out a soft growl when the hard length of his erection pressed against her hip.
"Evan..." Her voice was a soft, desperate whimper, and he dragged his tongue up the column of her neck, tasting her skin before he managed to force himself to press up, hovering over her. Her hair was spread out on the bed underneath her, and her dark eyes were wide and bright as she looked up at him. There was a lovely pink blush in her cheeks, and she whimpered softly as Evan ground his hard cock against her hip again, more slowly this time.
"Yeah, baby?" Evan responded softly. His mind cleared a little now that he had her close, though the pure, unadulterated scent of her Omega hormones still wreaked fuckinghavocon his body. His erection wasn't going away anytime soon, he could already tell, and he endeavored to ignore its stiff length as he focused on Camelia's face.
She bit her lip, reaching up and gently touching his jaw. Evan couldn't stop himself from leaning down and using his thumb to pull her lip out from between her teeth, only so that he could suck it into his own mouth. He kissed her slow and deep, and the soft moans that she let out as she melted underneath him were almost enough to make him say "fuck it" to all of their responsibilities.
"Evan..." Camelia whimpered again, her fingers curling in his shirt as he nosed his way down her neck again. Her scent was strongest where her pulse fluttered, and he took in another deep breath of her as one of his hands pressed between the two of them, finding its way between her legs before his mind had caught up with his body.
She gasped softly when his hand cupped her pussy firmly, and Evan could feel the heat, the wetness of her through the flimsyfabric. He growled, and she arched against him a little as his fingers lightly stroked down the seam of her cunt. "Evan!"
Evan pushed up to look down at her again, a small smirk tugging at his mouth at the sight of her. She already looked fucking wrecked, her eyes glazed over with arousal and her breathing already fast and shallow.
She was begging for a good fucking, his Omega.
Goddamnit.
"Camelia..." Evan groaned a little, then pressed up so that his cock wasn't digging into her hip. He sank to his knees at the edge of the bed, his height more than enough to put his face level with her pussy as he dragged her to the edge of the bed and started peeling her leggings down her soft thighs.
"Evan...You...you're not going to..." She propped herself up a little as he leaned close, smirking at the lacy underwear that were covering her pussy. There was already a wet spot at the apex of them, betraying her arousal despite her protests.
