James' grip tightened on her to prevent her from moving, his hand biting gently into her hip as he hugged her closer, and Camelia's hips rolled against his erection again, distracting her. Even through thick layers of denim, the pressure feltincredible, and her pussy throbbed with the desire to get the barriers out of the way. She needed to feel skin on her skin, her swollen, dripping folds parting around a cock as he fucked deep into her slick and made hercome...
"Okay. I understand. Yes, we'll make sure of it." Evan's voice was stiff, but with an underlying growl that made Camelia shiver happily in James' arms. She knew that growl. That possessive sound that saidmine.
"What's going on?" James' voice was soft and soothing, and a tiny voice in Camelia's head that hadn't been quite obliterated by the heat yet told her that it was for her benefit. The tension in his arms belied his calmness, and she whimpered as she buried deeper into his grip.
She could help. She could make it better for the Alphas.
"Her dad is out of the country for a diplomatic summit. He said he'll be gone for at least the next two weeks." Evan's voice was tight and strangled, and the couch dipped the next moment as he sat. Immediately, Camelia reached out and grabbed for his hand, yanking at him until his arm was, too, wrapped around her waist and his comforting pine scent mingled with James'.
"I could have told you that," Camelia mumbled, her mind barely keeping up with the conversation.
Dad. Out of the country. Yes, for at least a month. He had been gone two weeks. He was going to be so mad about her heat...
"She's got jokes, now," James said with mild disbelief, shaking his head. Still, he pressed his cheek to the top of her headand Evan shifted closer to the two of them, his arm tightening around Camelia's waist.
"He asked me to keep her here, with us. For the duration of her heat." Evan's voice shook slightly, as if he couldn't believe what he was saying, and Camelia couldn't help making a tiny whimper of excitement as her arousal surged.
"Here?" James' voice was sharp when he spoke, and Camelia traced her fingers over the exposed skin of his throat as she ground against his cock again. He seemed to like it when she did that the last time. She didn't want him upset. She wouldn't be a bother at all...
"Nobody else knows that she's an Omega. He's concerned with what might happen to her if any other Alpha students knew that she was going through her heat alone." Evan's fingers stroked soothingly on her hip even as his voice snapped, and Camelia internally preened at the protectiveness in it.
"Fuck." James’ head fell back against the couch, and Camelia instinctively buried closer to the source of his scent. Fuck, he smelled so good. She wanted to taste...
"Jesus Christ." Evan's fingers bit into her hip suddenly as Camelia dragged her tongue up the column of James' throat, his taste exploding across her tongue with a blinding clarity that made her moan. Her pussy clenched, and she groaned softly as she did it again.
"Camelia.Camelia." She was suddenly lifted off James' lap, Evan's arms wrapped firmly around her as he pulled her back against his chest. His arms clamped around her torso tightly, pinning her arms in place as she wiggled and whimpered in discontent. She had been happy there. James' scent had been so warm, so turned on, she knew he was just a few seconds away from giving her what she needed...
Evan buried his face in the crook of her neck with a soft groan. "Fuck, she smells good." His voice was tormented, as ifit physically hurt him how Camelia smelled to him, and she moaned as her head fell to the side, baring her neck for the Alpha.
Not one, but two Alphas.
Fuck, she needed her pants off.
"We have classes," James said, his voice tight. "We can't...we can't just skip out for a week. Or however long before she comes back to herself." He reached out and touched Camelia's knee, and in the back of her mind, Camelia knew the cloud of their pheromones was growing thicker and thicker around them. It was a miracle that the three of them weren't mindless slaves to their biology, by this point.
"Her dad said he'll call the Dean and get us an exception for helping his daughter. He's got pull." Evan's lips brushed against her skin as he spoke, and Camelia whimpered at the faint sensation. She wanted him to kiss, to lick, tobite...
"Evan...wecan't..." James' voice was tortured, and his fingers dug into her knee, belying what he was saying. "It's not...fuck, it's not right. She can't...she has no way of telling us if something is wrong..."
"I know." Evan's nose traced up the exposed line of her neck as he growled, and his arms tightened around her as Camelia wiggled back against him. The hard length of his erection pressed against her ass, and Camelia groaned softly as she ground against it.
God, it would feel so good inside of her. So big and hard and fuckingfull...
"But we don't have a choice, James." Evan's grip loosened slightly, just enough for his hand to smooth up her arm soothingly. "She needs someone to take care of her. Fuckingsmellher. We can't send her back to the dorms. Those other assholes will be on her like fucking wolves."
James made a soft, irritated sound that made Camelia want to lean forward and comfort him, and she spread her legs a little as his hand slid further up her leg, just a tiny bit. "Jackasses."
The fierce protectiveness in his voice made Camelia want to preen, and she arched her back slightly as his hand squeezed her thigh. Nowhere near high enough for her, not close enough to her pussy to do anything other than make her squirm with want, but that was okay. This was just the beginning.
When the full impact of her heat hit...
"We can't fuck her," James was saying, pulling Camelia out of her thoughts. "That's so fucking unethical I could punch something. God, we can't even talk to her about this right now. I don't think she's listening."
I'm listening. You can fuck me. God, please fuck me...
Evan hummed in agreement, his nose still pressed firmly to Camelia's pulse, breathing in her scent. His cock twitched against her ass, and Camelia whimpered. "Agreed. We have the guest room. She can stay there. We'll make sure she eats and sleeps and...fuck, I don't know. Have you ever..."
James made a small sound. "No. This is...new."
