"She...I don't know..." James groaned softly as Evan swiped his thumb over the head of his cock, and Evan hummed encouragingly, ignoring the way his cock was already throbbing with the need for release in the tight clutch of James’ ass. This wasn't over, not yet.
Not until James gave himeverything.
"She just...she wasthere, and the way that she looked at you...the way she looked at me..." James shook his head, his voice breaking a little. His cock swelled in Evan's hand, and Evan knew that he wouldn't be able to hold back much longer.
He pressed a kiss to James' neck, slowing his thrusts a little, dragging it out. "Keep talking."
"I...don'tknow." James growled softly, the first hint of Alpha since Evan had dragged him into the closet, and the shot of pheromones raised Evan's hackles too. "It feels...she feels..." He paused to gasp as Evan's cock dragged against his prostate again, and Evan tightened his grip on James' cock. When James spoke again, it was a whisper of desperation. "She feels like...mine."
Evan groaned at the admission, unable to keep going slow. It put into words what he was feeling too, that nebulous, unsure feeling of possession that didn't make any fuckingsense, and he immediately picked up the pace, fucking into James hard and fast and biting the join of his neck and shoulder as he mumbled, "And mine. Fuck, ours. Christ..."
"Gonna come," James gasped, his cock twitching in Evan's hand.
Evan knew that he couldn't stop him, and chuckled darkly. "Come for me, pet," he crooned softly. His voice shook with his own restrained orgasm, and the moment that he felt James' cock twitch and spurt with the first dredges of his orgasm, he let go.
They groaned together, Evan wrapping his hand over James' mouth to stop more shameless sounds from spilling out, to keep them from getting caught. It took everything inside of him not to whisper sweet nothings in James' ear, to comfort him for the deep confusion that he was feeling. That Evan was feeling too.
But it wasn't the time for that, and Evan rested his head against James' shoulder as his cock softened and then slipped out of his tight channel. "We have to be careful, James," he saidquietly. He released James' mouth and planted his hand on the wall beside his head, forcing himself to breathe evenly. "She...we don't know her. Your dad...we don't know who he has eyes on. She could be dangerous."
James nodded, the truth of the statement dampening the glow of their mutual orgasms with reality. He didn't respond, didn't say the words that Evan already knew were true.
The girl was dangerous. Very. But not for any of the very reasonable, rational reasons that Evan listed. For a reason that was far more terrifying.
Chapter seven
Camelia
"Come on, it'll be fine." Aria's grip tightened on Camelia's hand, and Camelia suppressed an eye roll as she stumbled a little, following her new friend into the house they were walking towards.
Aria had latched onto Camelia without a second thought after that first lunch, and Camelia complained in good humor, but deep down she was glad to have a friend. She had never made female friends easily; the prejudice towards Omegas and all they stood for ran deep, and even when she wasn't public about her status – like now – other women still looked at her and shunned her. For her shape, for her weight, for her confidence.
It was lonely, and despite the fact that Aria was evidently the social butterfly of Ridgeview and kneweverybodyand was insistent on Camelia also knowingeverybodytoo, challenging her introverted tendencies...she was happy to have a friend.
Even if that meant being dragged along to a sorority party being thrown by the Gamma Delta girls, knowing that she wouldhave a few drinks and make up some excuse to head back home as soon as she could.
Best not to drawtoomuch attention to herself, after all.
The party was in full swing by the time Aria fully dragged her through the front door of the house and the loud chatter and music that was playing immediately made Camelia wince. She smoothed out her expression as best she could, looping her arm through Aria's as they made their way deeper to the house. "Show me the booze!"
Aria giggled, shaking her head. Her hair was pulled up into a puffy, curly ponytail on top of her head tonight and several tiny gold hoops decorated the helix of each ear. She had gone all out, dressing in a bright pink sundress that fluttered around her with each step and made her dark brown skin practically glow. Her heels were silver and scrappy, buckled high around her ankles and she drew attention with every step that she took.
Camelia forced herself not to shrink next to her vivacious friend as she called out and greeted the people she knew. If Camelia didn't know better, she would have said that Aria was a Gamma girl herself; the ones that Camelia could see were also wearing pink, also drawing attention the same way that Aria was.
Camelia leaned close, speaking in a low voice as they finally made their way into the kitchen where it was blissfully quieter. "Aria, do you belong to the sorority?"
Aria smiled wider, giggling. "No. I just roomed with a few of the girls freshman year so they all know me. Tight knit group. Look! Drinks!"
Camelia was distracted, and she relaxed a little as she swiped a beer and took a sip. It was cold and bubbling, and though she wasn't usually a beer drinker, tonight it settled her a little.
Aria tugged on her arm, a soda in her other hand. "Come on. Let's people watch."
Camelia took another draw of the beer, already thinking of the excuse she was going to use to slip away from the party. The living room was just as raucous and loud as it had been before when Aria dragged her back in, but the faux leather couch was comfortable when Camelia sank into an empty corner and Aria flitted off to say hi to someone she knew.
Aria leaving didn't bother Camelia; it would only make it easier for her to slip away when she was ultimately ready.
She could look for a few minutes, though. Without drawing attention to herself. That would be okay.
She narrowed her eyes, toying with the hem of her shirt as she looked around. Aria had picked out what she was wearing to the party, which is why she found herself in a pair of her tightest jeans and boots that laced halfway up her calves. Her shirt was a silky navy number that she hadn't worn in years – not since her body had fully developed with her Omega hormones – and the scoop neck was far lower than she was ordinarily comfortable with, putting her generous tits on display.
