"Just gonna taste you, baby," he murmured. His mind was already half gone as he stroked one fingertip down her pussy, the dampness of the fabric making his cock twitch as he pulled it aside and leaned close. He dragged his tongue up her sodden folds before she could protest more, and the desperate whine that she let out was enough to make him growl possessively against her.
"Fuck, can't think, just...want..." Evan groaned around his breathless words, her clit twitching under his tongue. Her scent was different than it had been during her heat, less desperate and urgent, but it was no less alluring. The sweet scent that he had come to associate with Omegas was in full force around her now, and Evan knew that he wasn't going to be the only one who could smell it.
The thought of someone else smelling her, someone elsewantingher, it was almost enough to undo Evan. A tiny part ofhim, the part of him that probably still lingered from cavemen times, wanted to tie her up and keep her in bed where nobody else could find her. He could feed her, he could fuck her, he and James could take care of her so good, she didn't need to leave...
"Evan..." Camelia's fingers found their way into his hair as he pushed two fingers deep inside of her, the tight clutch of her pussy around his digits fucking wrecking him. The memory of what she felt like around his cock surfaced, tempting and strong, and only the tight grip of Camelia's delicate fingers on his hair grounded him to the present moment.
"Want you to come on my face, baby," Evan murmured, smirking up at her when he looked up. She was watching him, her eyes half-closed and glazed heavily with arousal as her legs trembled. Her leggings were caught around her thighs, limiting the amount that her legs could spread to let him in, but it was more than enough.
More than enough for Evan to eat her needy little cunt like it was his job, to feel her fall apart until his fingers and tongue and relish the way that her Omega scent grew thicker with each pump of his fingers inside of her.
"Evan...please..." Her thighs tightened and relaxed, and Evan could tell that she was trying to hold back. Trying to restrain herself in the best way she knew how, so that her body didn't take over the way that Evan knew it wanted to.
But that simply wouldn't do.
"Relax, baby. I'll take care of you," Evan murmured, slowing his onslaught. He curled his fingers up against her g-spot, relishing the hitch in her voice as she moaned, and his tongue flicked slowly over her clit, making it throb against his tongue over and over again.
She tasted so. Fucking.Good.
"Evan...fuck...I want to...I'm so close..." Camelia let out this pathetic, desperate littlewhimperthat made Evan's cock strainagainst his jeans, and he lay off her clit, just for a moment. Long enough to press a slow, lingering kiss to the inside of her right thigh and look up at her from under hooded eyes as his fingers worked her slick pussy faster.
"Then do it, baby," he said softly. "Stop holding back. You're safe with me. With us. Be a good little Omega andcome."
He sealed his lips around her clit with the last word, sucking hard as his fingers fucked deeper into her, harder. His fingertips bumped up against the hard nose of her cervix, and it was that final, overwhelming sensation that finally tipped her over. Her entire body tensed, and her clit twitched under his tongue as she threw back her head and fairlyscreamed. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, and Evan felt a deep rumble of satisfaction in his belly as he continued working her through the waves of her orgasm.
"There you go, baby. Good girl. Look at you, so fucking gorgeous when you come for me..." Evan rumbled out a possessive, happy growl as he pulled his wet fingers free of her pussy and sucked them clean, moaning at the taste of her on his tongue all over again. He straightened up a little, hovering over Camelia as her entire body finally relaxed and she opened her eyes to look up at him.
"Good morning," he said softly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her lips. Now that his mind wasn't all muddled with her new scent, a hint of guilt roiled in his stomach even as she smiled up at him. "Sorry for...ah. Pouncing on you. You caught me off guard with..."
A hint of a frown appeared between Camelia's brows as her lips turned down a little. "My scent?" She reached up and touched his jaw with her fingertips, a hint of unease entering her dark eyes. "It's that obvious?"
Evan pressed his lips together. He didn't want to make her more nervous than she clearly already was, but he wasn't going to lie to her, either.
So he settled for a truth somewhere in the middle. "It is to me," he said softly. One corner of his mouth kicked up in a half-smirk. "And I would bet James, too."
Camelia's tongue flicked out to slide along her lower lip, and Evan leaned down to kiss her again before she could get too worried. "It's okay," he continued, just as softly. "We'll see how today goes and then reevaluate our arrangement if we need to. We'll figure out a way to protect you. Deal?"
His heart pounded in his chest in the long seconds that it took Camelia to finally nod once, one cheek hollowed slightly as if she were chewing on it. "Okay," she finally said slowly.
Evan tried not to be insulted at the hint of doubt that colored her voice, but he pushed himself back to standing regardless. He reached down and adjusted his still-hard erection in his pants, smiling when he noticed Camelia's eyes follow the motion hungrily. He tucked his hands in his pockets as she stood up and pulled her leggings and underwear back into place. "I was coming to offer you a ride to school. Before I got distracted." His stomach twisted a little at the idea that she might reject his offer – especially after he hadjustproven that she was fucking kryptonite for his self-control – but he managed to keep his smile in place without a waver.
A pink blush colored Camelia's cheeks at the mention of what they had just done, but she offered a smile and bent down to scoop up her backpack where it was sitting on the floor. "That would be nice. Thank you."
Evan took her hand in his as they left her room, unable to go even that long without touching her. "Don't thank me, baby. I never do anything that I don't want to do."
Chapter five
Camelia
After the way that Evan reacted soaggressivelyto her scent that morning, Camelia was on edge the entirety of her morning classes.
The drive to campus had gone just fine, with Evan not letting go of her hand for even one second as the two of them made the short drive to campus in his absurdly expensive car. Camelia had thought about protesting, telling him that she was more than capable of taking herself to school if she needed to and that she didn't need the two of them waiting on her hand and foot now that they were roommates...
But the almost shyness in his eyes when he told her that he wanted to take her to school had stopped her. Behind the cocky smirk, behind the satisfaction at the absolutepuddlethat his lips and tongue and fingers had left her, Camelia could see...there was a part of Evan that thought that she might reject him.
And her instincts did not like that. At. All.
They had parted near the library on campus, with Evan patting her shoulder in a very friendly, very platonic way as he bid her farewell and headed off to the economics building. A tiny part of Camelia had been disappointed that he hadn't leaned down to kiss her goodbye, but she reminded her instincts that they were trying to keep attentionawayfrom her. Away from them, and the new relationship that they were navigating.
