"Fuck, Evan..." James' voice was strangled, and he reached back to grab the back of Evan's head. Evan chuckled darkly in his ear, the sound still tight and tinged slightly with the same madness as before, and James' cock twitched underneath him.
"I know, pet. Fuck, I know. She's in my head too. Fuck, I can't...I can't fuckingthink, James..." Evan groaned, sinking his teeth into James' shoulder. James jolted at the sudden pain, but then Evan pulled him up so that he was standing, James’ back to Evan's chest as he continued fucking him, reaching around to wrap his hand around James' cock.
Immediately, James was on the edge, his cock swelling and aching with the additional stimulation. Every time Evan's cock pounded up against James' prostate, his legs shook and he bit back pathetic whimpers. His hips jerked against Evan's hand as he reached around, starting to strip James' cock, fast and rough.
"Come on, I want to see you come. Need you to come with my cock in your ass and her smell in your head and wanting to be inside of her so fucking badly, James,fuck..."
Evan groaned again, his cock swelling in James' ass as he got close, but James was already gone. The second that Evan told him to, the second his thumb swiped across the sticky head of James' cock, he let out a low, soulful sound and came hard, jerking spurts all over Evan's bedspread. The pleasure was blinding, the pounding of his oversensitive prostate making the orgasm even more intense as Evan finally growled out his pleasure through gritted teeth and, too, came, flooding James' ass with warmth.
"Fuck. Good boy, there you go..." Evan breathed heavily, stroking James' cock one more time before releasing him andpressing a kiss to the back of James' neck. James nodded, breathing heavily as Evan's cock slipped out from between his cheeks, and the sudden emptiness and the sticky drip of Evan's come out of his loosened hole was almost enough to make his cheeks burn with humiliation.
His erection hadn't flagged, though, not even slightly with the orgasm. And when James turned to look at Evan, he saw the same dilemma. Evan's eyes practically glowed in the dim moonlight filtering in through his window, and their heavy breathing was the only sound in the room for a moment.
"It's going to be a long week," Evan finally muttered, his voice tense all over again. He jerked his head towards the adjoining bathroom, rolling his shoulders. "Come on. We need to shower."
Chapter twenty-one
Camelia
Camelia was barely aware of herself, barely aware of where she was or what she was doing. How long had passed? How long had she been in this room?
"Fuck..." She tossed her head back and forth, whimpering. Her bra itched, and her pussy was chafing against the fabric of her underwear. She had long since shed her jeans, but her underwear remained.
Too much time couldn't have passed, then. She would be fully naked if it had.
God, this is the worst that it's been in...years. The voice in the back of Camelia's head was fading slowly as more time passed, and eventually she would be all heat, all instinct. The fact that she still clung to some semblance of her rationality told her that she wasn't in the full throes of her cycle. Not yet.
The doorknob rattled, and Camelia's heart pounded. Her eyes fluttered open, and she watched as the door slowly opened and James poked his head through. His blonde hair was slightlydisheveled and his eyes glassed over the second that Camelia's scent hit him with full force, but he tightened his jaw and stepped into the room with a heaping plate of food.
Camelia didn't feel hungry, but her stomach grumbled as he walked further into the room.
"You need to eat, Camelia," James said quietly, setting the food down on the bedside table. He sat next to her on the bed, and the second his Alpha scent filled her nose, Camelia groaned and sat up.
She plastered herself on his lap before he could move more than an inch, her nose pressed into his neck as she whimpered and straddled him more fully. His erection was obvious in his soft flannel pants, and he groaned as she ground down against him. Her panties had long since soaked with her juices and the sodden fabric did nothing to hide her desperation or the way she immediately started to soak into the fabric of his pants.
"Don't need food," she mumbled. "Need you. Need...fuck...need." Her voice broke on a pathetic whine as her hips ground against his cock again, and James' hands came up to clasp her hips firmly, stilling their movement as he dragged in a ragged breath.
"Fuck. I...Ican't, sweetheart, you know that. Rational you knows that." His voice broke, and Camelia dragged her tongue up the column of his throat, her senses tingling at his proximity. Just him being close was making her wetter, making her want more, making herneedhim...
"Need, James, please..." Camelia mumbled, pressing her mouth against his skin again. His scent was hottest, the most overwhelming at his pulse, and she moaned delightedly at the feeling of his heart pounding under her tongue. It was rapid, betraying his desire, and his cock twitched at the attention as his fingers flexed against her hips.
"God, I can feel how wet you are..." James groaned again as Camelia ground against his cock, as much as she could with his tight grip on her hips. His scent grew thicker as his cock twitched, and Camelia nodded mindlessly.
"Need...full...please...Alpha..."
Her pussy clenched and she whimpered, and he released one of her hips to clamp his hand over the back of her neck, stilling her movement. She pressed her lips to his pulse again, feeling it pound, his scent heavy around her as she sucked in deep, cleansing breaths.
"There...you go," James gritted out. "Breathe me in, sweetheart. Just relax. It'll...it'll be okay." He sounded like he was barely in control of himself, and his fingers dug into her hip so hard that Camelia was sure there would be bruises at some point. She couldn't feel the pain, though. All of that was obliterated by the heat, the haze of desire, the overwhelmingneed.
His scent filling her nose was enough to make her muscles relax a little, some of the tension draining away as she whimpered softly. Her pussy clenched, and she desperately wished the two of them were naked. She wanted to feel his skin against hers, feel his cock nudging up against her soaked entrance. She needed...
"Please..." The plea was broken and breathless, and James groaned softly before he shifted her off his lap and gently detached himself from her.
"I can't, Camelia," he said, his expression painfully torn. The desire was there, his gray eyes dark and hot as they looked at her, but so was the hesitation. The fear of crossing a boundary.
It was such an odd expression on his normally cocky, intense face that it almost distracted Camelia from the crushing disappointment of him leaving her alone in the room. Again.
"Please..." he murmured, running a hand through his hair and making the blonde strands stand up even more. Camelia suddenly had a very clear idea of what had mussed his hair so badly.
