Alpha.
A soft whimper bubbled up Camelia's throat as her mind immediately seized, and her nipples hardened to aching points under her bra. Her pussy clenched between her legs, already aching for more attention after what she had done earlier, and a drop of sweat prickled, then slid down the back of her neck as her knees went weak underneath her. She slowly collapsed to the sidewalk in front of the admin building, curling into a tiny ball as if that would protect her from the throes of her surging heat.
Chapter seventeen
Hot. Fever. Burning.
Camelia whimpered as she curled into a tighter ball, her senses prickling at her temperature skyrocketed. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
She shouldn’t have left her dad’s house. She saw the signs. She knew what was coming. She knew…fuck, she knew better.
Who was going to find her?
God, she hoped that it was a woman, or a beta. They would take her back to her room to ride out her heat in peace. It didn’t matter that Jessica thought that she was going to be gone for a few more weeks, she still had her student ID that would get her back into the dorm building. Maybe she could even get there on her own, if she could just force her legs to fucking work...
Camelia's fingers dug into her arms, tiny pricks of pain registering as her nails pierced her skin. The pain dulled as her temperature burned hotter, and she could feel her pussythrobbing between her legs, getting uncomfortably wet and slick the longer she sat there on the ground.
She needed to stand up. Needed to get away. Needed to try and dosomething...
Footsteps sounded. Dully, at first. Camelia's head felt like it was stuffed with cotton, and the more she tried to focus onanythingthe more it felt like her attention slipped from her grasp. Thinking was near impossible, and she barely registered someone coming to a stop in front of her before they crouched down.
She knew it was a man. His voice was deep. Knew that he had to be speaking to her. Why else would he be in front of her?
Still, she couldn't do anything except let out a soft, tiny whimper as her mind fogged over more. She lifted her head a tiny bit, then gasped sharply at the scent that filled her nose the moment she took a deep breath.
"Whoa!" Before she could restrain herself, Camelia surged forward and wrapped her hands in tight fists of the shirt of the man who had found her, burying her nose in his neck and inhaling deeply, ignoring his soft cry of surprise. He smelled fuckingedible. Woodsmoke and a hint of pine and something spicy. It made her pussy clench all over again, and she gently trailed the tip of her nose up his neck, whimpering softly when she felt the fluttering of his pulse against her lips.
"Hey. Camelia." The voice was vaguely familiar, and Camelia struggled to think of where she'd heard it before. A hand patted her shoulder gingerly, before grasping and gently nudging her away. Everything inside Cameliascreamedfor her to get close to him again, to the Alpha who had happened upon her in such a vulnerable state, but when the man's face swam into focus in front of her eyes, she let out a soft cry.
"Evan." Her voice was weak and thready, already so fucking needy with the beginnings of her heat, and Camelia's fingers itched to grab at him again. To pull close andstaythere.
He nodded slowly, his nostrils flaring as his eyes searched her face. "Are you okay?" His voice was tight, and Camelia instinctively knew that he alreadyknewwhat was wrong with her. The air around her was so thick with her pheromones that she could practically taste her desperation, and after a moment she slowly shook her head, feeling as though she were moving through molasses.
"No. Heat..." She whimpered, closing her eyes again, and Evan cursed under his breath.
"I didn't know you were an Omega." His voice was clipped, and Camelia barely had the brainpower to wonder whether she needed to say something to him, to try and comfort him somehow, before the next moment she was no longer sitting on the ground. Evan scooped her up in his arms as easily as if she weighed five pounds, and Camelia barely had time to make a surprised sound before he was off, walking briskly with his arms securely around her, keeping her safe.
"You smell nice," Camelia mumbled, resting her head against his chest. His scent wasn't as strong here as it was near his pulse, but it still surrounded her in a comforting aura. She sighed even as her mind rebelled. Evan couldn’t be taking care of her. Yes, he had been nicer to her lately, but he still had no reason to help her, to think of her, to go out of his way for her in any way…
He must have had some sort of personality transplant during his sleep. Yeah, that was more likely.
"You..." Evan's voice was strangled, and his arms tightened around her as he picked up the pace. "I need to get you somewhere safe."
There was a fierceness in his voice that Camelia had never heard before, and it made her heart thrum even as she snuggledcloser to his chest. Rationally, she knew that the night was still cold even if she couldn’t feel it. The tip of her nose was a little numb, but the heat burning inside of her eradicated any thought of frostbite or freezing.
She had moreimportantthings to worry about right now. Like getting Evan to strip her naked and sink his cock as deep inside her pussy as it would go, soothing the itch inside of her so that she couldthinkagain…
"Just a little further, Camelia." Evan growled, the sound vibrating against Camelia's cheek where it was pressed against his chest. "Just a little further, baby, and you'll be safe."
Safe from what? Camelia nodded vaguely, but her mind was clouded. Fogged over with hormones and lust and Evan's scent, and her pussy lips moved slickly against each other with each minute movement of his arms. Camelia pressed her thighs together to try and relieve the burning ache, but all she succeeded in doing was making herself whimper with want as the pressure made her clit throb.
"Fuck." Evan sped up again, practically running with her in his arms now, and if Camelia had been more aware of her surroundings, she might have been impressed by the smoothness of his gait. Nothing in his stride indicated that he was carrying an additional hundred-plus pounds of weight, and the bizarre safety that she felt in his arms intensified.
A shadow fell on the two of them, and Camelia barely opened her eyes enough to see Evan opening the door to a small townhome with one hand. His hand shook slightly as he shifted her weight enough for him to open it, and Camelia felt fairly certain that he would have kicked the door down completely if he hadn't been able to open it the conventional way. His muscles bunched around her as he held her, and Camelia couldn't help whimpering at the subtle display of masculinity.
"James." Evan barked the name out, kicking the front door to the home shut behind him. Camelia was immediately overwhelmed by Evan's scent, far stronger in this space and mingled with another's, just as tempting and delicious. She groaned softly, her pussy fluttering, and Evan growled softly under his breath as she was gently laid down on a soft surface and he carefully detached her fingers from his shirt.
"James!" Evan's voice was louder, more aggressive this time as he walked away, and Camelia whimpered softly as she curled in on herself at the sound. A hint of anxiety penetrated the heat, the overwhelming arousal and desperation, and she covered her ears as a second pair of footsteps sounded, coming down the stairs.
