Too stuck between her legs, distracted by the horrific, intense, throbbingarousalthat made her pussy lips slick and pulled Camelia's attention every time she shifted in her seat even a little bit.
She ran her hand through her hair again, her fingers catching in a tangle near the end of the dark strands, and she grimaced. The words from her laptop screen and her reference book were blurring, and she was tempted to just shove it all away and go back to her dorm where she could have a good mope fest.Mope. Not furiously masturbate. Not that.
"Fuck." Camelia groaned softly, shutting the book that she had been referencing. It didn't have the right information thatshe was looking for, anyway. Most of the books that discussed Alpha and Omega dynamics did it from a historical context, how thingsusedto be before the turn of the twentieth century and the contemporary Omega Rights movement.
There were very few contemporaneous accounts of that time period, and the changes that came after it. Outside of the standard list of events that could be found on any government website regarding Omega rights.
After the conversation that she had overheard at the dinner with her father, Camelia now had a suspicion that there was a reason that these events weren't being written about. The news suppression...it was insidious. Not that she had any proof of that, of course.
But it did mean that the book that she had in her hands was less than useless for what she now had a burning desire to know. And a quick scan of the library archives through the school's website showed her that there was only book that might,mighthave the information that she was looking for.
"Fuck." Camelia grimaced as she saw the aisle location, and she closed her laptop before she stood up and made her way up two floors. The library was a relatively open space, with the floors opening in the middle of the building to the rotunda up above. Down below, she saw students on the main floor of the library working on different projects at tables, but here on the upper levels, everything was quiet. She trusted that she would come back to find her laptop exactly where she found it, after she found the damn book.
The top floor of the library was dead silent, and Camelia made her way towards the aisles near the back, where the books were pristinely maintained but still had the musty air of paper that hadn't been touched in a while. This was where the rare books were kept, the out-of-date books that had newer information on the floors below.
And, evidently, books whose information might be controversial.
"Stack eighteen, row four, shelf twenty-seven..." Camelia wandered down the aisle, glancing down the spines as she looked for the title she was looking for. Some of them she itched to pull out, despite the fact that they weren't what she was looking for. She persevered, though, narrowing her eyes a little as she got near the end of the aisle. It had to be somewhere near...
"Fuck." Camelia let out a low growl as she spotted the book, barely visible at the very end of the shelf. On the highest shelf, far outside her reach, of course. "You would think that they would have ladders here for us short people," she grumbled.
"Let me help you out with that."
Camelia nearly jumped out of her skin at Evan's voice as he spoke, turning and pressing her heart to her chest as she saw how close he was. His tall figure loomed over her, less than a foot away as he looked up at the top shelf, and in the back of her mind, Camelia dazedly wondered how she hadn't heard him coming.
How she hadn't heard him following her. That was the only explanation, right? For why he was in this exact aisle, atthisexact moment with her?
Surrounded by the relative dark, no other students around, nobody to see what they were doing or hear what was being said...
Camelia swallowed hard. "Evan. What...what are you doing?"
He looked down at her, his lips quirking up a little in amusement. "Getting a book? That's generally what libraries are for, you know."
Camelia stopped a hysterical giggle from bubbling up in her chest, furrowing her brow and shooting him a half-hearted glare. His blue eyes were intense even in the dim light of the top floor,and they distracted Camelia, just for a second before she said, "No, here. On the top floor. Were you following me?"
His smile widened, a hint of predatory pleasure flashing through his eyes for a moment before he shook his head. "Of course not. Why would I do something like that?" He held up the book that he had tucked under his arm, slightly worn and with a ribbon bookmark hanging out of it. "I was referencing this for an essay. Didn't want to make the library worker downstairs come all the way up here for me so I came to get it myself."
Camelia furrowed her brow, eyeing him suspiciously. The words were right, but the way that her body reacted to his...it was making everything muddled in her head. She was too distracted by the tiny wrinkle in the collar of his t-shirt, what it would feel like to reach over and smooth it out with her fingers...
He raised an eyebrow at her as the silent moment stretched on. "What book were you looking for, Camelia?" he asked, his voice a little gentler. He looked at the top shelf, setting his book down and brushing past her towards the end of the shelf where she had been looking. "Point."
Camelia couldn't bring herself to say anything, instead following the direction and pointing at the far book on the top shelf. Her mouth dried up as she watched Evan stretch up on his toes to reach it, her stomach clenching at the sight. It was a reach, even for him, and she couldn't stop herself from staring shamelessly at the strip of bare skin that was revealed when his shirt pulled a little way up his torso. He made a soft grunting sound as his fingertips caught the book, and when he pulled it down with a soft smile of accomplishment on his face, Camelia's face was burning hot and she was desperately trying to look somewhere,anywhereelse that wouldn't make her look like she'd just been aggressively checking him out.
"Here you go." He glanced at the cover of the book, arching an eyebrow as he handed it over to her. "Interesting reading. For a paper, or..."
Camelia tucked the book firmly against her chest, hiding the cover boldly titled "OMEGA: A Contemporary History." She flushed a little deeper at Evan's scrutiny, and she shook her head. "Ah, no. Just...something I'm interested in. I overheard a conversation between some senators while I was at a diplomatic dinner with my dad and it got me interested in the social structure of Alphas and Omegas and how it's changed over time, but of course, there's really not a lot of reading regarding the events after 1992 beyond the boilerplate details on the government's website..."
She shut her mouth with a click of teeth once she realized that she was rambling, and she let out a soft, sheepish giggle as she ducked her head. "Sorry, that was probably more than you wanted to know."
A gentle touch under her chin lifted her face again, and her heart leapt into her throat at the soft, genuine expression on his face. "Not at all," he said, his voice soft. His hand dropped away from her face, though Camelia swore that she felt his fingers linger for a microsecond, and he cocked his head to the side as he looked at her. "You okay? You seem...a little out of sorts."
Camelia swallowed and clutched the book a little closer to her chest. She took a tiny step back, squeaking when her back hit the bookshelf behind her, and she couldn't stop herself from squeezing her thighs together a little. The arousal from her interaction with James hadn't abated, not even a little, and being with Evan, now...it was like all the air had been sucked out of the small space between the two of them, and if he would only cross the aisle, close the space between the two of them and touch her again, she might be able tobreathe...
"Ah, yep," Camelia said, her voice embarrassingly high and squeaky. "Just fine. Sorry, been distracted today." She forced herself to laugh, the sound far more strained than she wanted it to be, and Evan's brow furrowed as he took a step closer to her. Not enough for him to touch her, but more than enough for his presence to become theonlything that Camelia could focus on.
"Did something happen?" His voice was lower, and there was a flash of protective anger in his eyes as he looked down at her. He frowned, and Camelia couldn't stop herself from shivering a little at the expression of displeasure. She didn't like that, not one bit. "You can tell me if it did."
Oh, just your best friend basically pissing all over me and saying that you and him are the only ones who could give me what I need. But he doesn't know that I'm an Omega and neither do you, so I have no idea what the fuck he could have meant by that. Oh, and I haven't been able to stop thinking about him, or you, ever since, or how badly I want to finger myself until I fucking scream. But nothing, really, nothing at all!
