"Please, just...eat. You need to eat." He looked pointedly at the food that he had brought her before he turned and made his way out of the room again. Camelia heard him distinctly curse under his breath in the hallway once the door was closed, and she whimpered softly at the pain of his absence.
She needed an Alpha. Why were both of the ones in the house with herrejectingher?
Chapter twenty-two
Evan
Evan braced himself as he stood outside the bedroom door, taking a slow, torturous breath. Over the first two days of her stay there, Camelia's scent had spread through the house until it permeated everything and couldn't be escaped, and now, on the third day, just outside of her room, every breath was like a hot poker of desire straight through Evan's chest.
He knew that James was feeling it, too. They had been snapping at each other more and more as the hours ticked on, fucking furiously and avoiding each other in equal measure as if that would make them feel better. They took turns checking on Camelia and bringing food to her periodically, but every time one of them was in the room with her, her desperation was the world's most irresistible aphrodisiac. She had tried to mount Evan each time he had gone in to her, and succeeded twice. Andfuck, it was almost impossible to tell her no when she was staring down at him with those big, dark eyes and begging him to make the heat better.
His Alpha instinctscreamed. It wanted to claim. Wanted to fuck and feed and tie her to him for the rest of time. She wasperfect.
Perfect for both of them. James was feeling the same pull, Evan knew.
"Are you hoping that she'll be asleep when you go in there?" James' voice was quiet from down the hallway, and his pupils were blown so wide that there was hardly any gray left in his eyes at all when Evan looked at him. His cock tented in his pajama pants, and Evan couldn't help reaching down and rubbing the heel of his palm over his matching, aching erection.
"I don't know," Evan admitted. His voice was strained and tight, and every instinct inside of him was begging him to barge into the room and take the Omega inside for his. To claim her with James, a seductive, perfect trio.
It had happened before, rarely. Omegas didn't pick which Alpha their scent marked; it was pure instinct. And there were rare cases where an Omega's instincts marked more than one Alpha for claiming. According to the few scattered reports that Evan had been able to find in his research on the dark web, there were no less than ten cases where an Omega had marked two Alphas to claim her. Three or four rare cases where there were more.
The pull that James and Evan had both been feeling towards Camelia since she entered their home...it was more than mere Alpha urge to take care of an Omega during her heat. He could feel it. There was a sense of rightness in having her nearby, of her scent permeating every inch of the house, and Evan was already dreading the moment her heat faded and rationality asserted itself once again.
James drew close to Evan, gently laying a hand on his shoulder. Evan hissed, even the platonic contact making his cockjump. He was edgy, ready to fuck and roar and growl anything near him into submission, and James was no exception.
"She needs to be checked on," James murmured. If anything, now that the two of them were closer together, their twin Alpha energies seemed to vibrate, to meld. Evan could feel how badly James wanted to go in to Camelia, to wrap his arms around her and never let her go. To fuck her into oblivion until she was finally, finally satisfied.
It was an odd moment of near-telepathy, and Evan groaned softly as James' matching arousal and desire to claim hadhiscock throbbing.
"I know," he gritted out. He took in another short breath of agonizing Omega scent, and then lay his hand on the handle of the door, opening it slowly.
"Camelia..."
The sight inside made whatever words that Evan had been planning on saying fade immediately from his mind, and James let out a low, possessive growl next to him, his fingers suddenly digging hard into Evan's shoulder.
Camelia was still on the bed, the plate that James had brought her earlier largely untouched. A few grapes appeared to have been nibbled, but nowhere near as much as she should be eating, given her condition. A pang of irritation that she wasn't taking care of herself flashed through Evan, but that, too, quickly faded as he watched the scene before him.
Camelia's legs were flung wide, spread as far as they could go, and the underwear that she had been wearing every other time that Evan had come into the room were gone, nowhere to be seen. Not that Evan looked terribly hard.
No, he was too busy watching as Camelia's fingers worked frantically between her legs, her folds swollen and glistening with her slick and her fingers shining with wetness every time they pulled out of her pussy.
"Son of a bitch," James breathed. A low growl was rumbling in his chest, and Evan swallowed hard as Camelia's eyes fluttered open to see them. Her lips were parted and red, swollen as if she'd been biting at them for hours, and a desperate whimper escaped her as she fingered herself harder.
"Please..." It was plaintive, her voice, and Evan took three steps into the room before his rational mind caught up with his instincts.
He wasn't the only one, though. Camelia's pheromones were thick in the air, sweet and alluring, and James looked half-mad with desire as he followed Evan's frantic footsteps into the room. Their shoulders bumped against each other, and Evan reached out for James' hand, their palms joining in a tight hold as if they were the only ones who could keep the other from making a terrible, horrible mistake.
"Alpha..." Camelia's hips jerked against her fingers, the wet sound of movement making Evan's cock twitch. Her eyes slowly slid from him to James and then back again, and she moaned softly as her hand curled into a fist in the sheets. They were soaked through with sweat, and Evan made a note in the back of his mind that they needed to be changed the next time she fell asleep.
"Fuck, sweetheart..." James' voice was a low growl, and his hand twitched inside Evan's grip. Evan's instinct was to let go, to rush towards the girl who was looking at both of them like the Savior, but instead he gripped tighter, fighting against every urge inside of him that told him to just letgo.
"Camelia..." His voice was rough and harsh and surprised even him, and his cock jumped at her breathy moan. Just fromhearinghis voice.
Fuck, she was gone. All higher consciousness out the door. Pain tolerance through the roof, no ability to distinguish rightfrom wrong, yes from no. She was all instinct, all urge and hormones and desperate, seethingneed.
Evan knew how unethical it was that they were caring for her right now. Knew that he had no right to want her as badly as he did.
His instincts didn't care.Fuck, he didn't care...
