"Come on, sweetheart," he gritted out. His heart thumped in his chest as she made a soft noise of assent and clutched to him a little closer. "Let's go somewhere a little more private, hm?"
The student building had a cluster of tiny, private meeting rooms near the back of the building that were sometimes used for dignitaries and visitors to the university to meet with administrative staff, and that was where James steered them. They hit pay dirt on the third door they tried, the door giving under his palm and letting them into a tiny conference room that barely qualified as more than a closet. No windows, only a tiny table in the middle that would barely fit two people.
Perfect.
James locked the door behind them, enclosing the two of them in darkness, and he gently pressed Camelia up against the wall before cupping her face. His thumbs stroked the soft skin of her cheeks, and the tiny sound of pleasure that she made at his touch made the raging monster in his chest settle a little.
"What happened?" he whispered, his voice low and rough. His cock swelled in his pants against his will at her close proximity, her sweet Omega smell filling his nose and making his thoughts all muddled.
He felt Camelia shake her head. "N-nothing. I wasn't paying attention, and I ran into him, and...He couldtell, James. He knew I was an Omega. And...he didn't do anything, but I didn't want him touching me and I couldn't make myself say the words and it was so hard tothink..."
The desperate frustration in Camelia's voice made James want to leave the room and go find Max again so that he could give him a solid beating for scaring his girl. Instead, he pressed a little closer, the soft curves of her body molding against his like they were made for each other.
"It's okay, sweetheart," he managed, speaking thickly past the rage making his vision bleed red. "It's okay. I'm here. I got you."
Camelia's hands curled in his shirt, and she lifted her face to his, their lips meeting softly in the dark. She made a quiet sound of pleasure as she pulled him even closer, and one of James'hands pressed up into the soft strands of her hair. He nipped at her bottom lip, and her scent grew stronger as his thigh slid between her legs and pressed up against her pussy.
"James..." She moaned softly, her head falling back against the wall with a soft thump. Her hips worked his thigh in tiny movements, back and forth, revealing her desperation as his nose drew a line down the line of her neck. He pressed a soft kiss to the spot where her pulse fluttered madly, his tongue flicking out to taste the sweet-salt of her skin.
In the darkness, it was easy to turn the voice of reason in his brain off. To feel his girl, his Omega clutching at him and give in to what he wanted, which was to prove to anyone who might look at her that she was fuckingclaimed.
"So needy, sweetheart." James nipped at her neck, smirking at the soft whimper that she let out, and she released his shirt only for her fingers to find their way up into her hair. She grasped the strands with a strength that stung his scalp, dragging his mouth back up to hers so that she could kiss him with a feverish intensity that made his cock throb harder in his pants, desperate to slot between her legs and slide deep inside her snug cunt where it belonged.
"James...Evan...this morning..." Camelia whimpered against his mouth, and James wedged a hand between them so that he could press firmly against her pussy. He could feel her heat, her wetness already soaking through the fabric, and he let out a soft growl.
"What did he do, sweetheart?" Her hips jerked as his fingers found her clit, and she groaned softly at the touch. "Tell me."
Instinctively, he knew that she needed this. She didn't want to think about Max and the encounter that had shaken her so badly, no how brief it had been. She wanted him to distract her, reminding her of who she belonged to.HerAlphas.
"He..." Camelia whined, stretching out her neck and giving him better access. His eyes were starting to adjust to the dark, and he could see the soft gleam of need in her dark eyes when he lifted his head to meet her gaze.
"Tell me," he said softly.
Her eyes closed, and her lips parted on a soft breath before she said, "He...he came into my room and was going to ask if I wanted a ride. But when he walked into the room...he couldsmellme and..." Her hips jerked against his hand where his fingers still stroked her through her leggings, and James couldn't stop himself from growling low in his chest at her need.
"And?" he gritted out, his mind starting to cloud with arousal and herscent. She didn't need to finish the story for James to have an idea of what happened. Even as straitlaced as he was, as strong and steady as Evan tried to project himself to be...
If he had walked into her room and scented her the way that James was right now, he would have been hard pressed to stay in control.
Camelia gasped as his fingers rubbed her clit, her hips grinding down against his touch. "He couldn't help himself! He...he pressed me down on the bed and pulled my pants down..."
James' cock throbbed, and he groaned softly as he released her and sank to his knees in front of her. She swayed a little with the loss his body against hers, but gasped when his fingers found the waist of her leggings and unceremoniously dragged them down her thighs, letting the fabric puddle on the ground.
"Like this?" James' head was swimming, the scent of her arousal and her hormones so fuckingstrong, so heady and sweet andtempting...
"Mmm..." Whatever Camelia had been about to say seemed to fly out of her mind when James leaned close, pressing a kiss to the soft skin of her inner thigh. Her muscles trembled under histouch, and when he leaned closer to lick a wide stripe across her sweet, dripping folds, she let out a desperate keen.
"Did he take care of you, sweetheart? Make you feel so good before class?" James latched onto her clit before she could respond, teasing the swollen nerves with the tip of his tongue. He gently set his teeth around it, pressing her legs as wide as they could go, hampered as they were by her leggings caught around her ankles.
After a second, he growled, reaching down with his free hand and yanking her leggings fully off, along with her winter boots. He neededaccess. She stumbled and nearly fell, but his tongue and fingers thoroughly distracted her.
"Yes..." Her fingers gripped in his hair again, holding him close to her as her hips jerked and ground against his tongue. "Fuck, just like that. Like this. He ate my pussy, James..."
James chuckled to himself, his mind swimming. His cock throbbed, but it was easy to ignore with her taste on his tongue. Her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as if she couldn't get enough of his touch. He slid one hand up and pushed two fingers deep inside of her, feeling her dripping walls flutter around his digits in time with the flicks of his tongue on her clit.
"James...fuck..." Her clit pulsed under his tongue, and James growled softly. He sucked on her clit one more time before he rose, pressing her against the wall and pressing his lips against hers. They were slightly parted, and she moaned as he pushed his tongue inside her mouth, letting her taste herself. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, and her fingers curled in his shirt again.
"James...please...I need..." Her hips bucked against his fingers again, and James growled.
