He released James' hand with a low groan and a moment later he was gently cupping Camelia's face, pressing his forehead against hers and breathing in the sweet, unadulterated scent of her heat. A soft squeak made him lift his head, and out of the corner of her eye he saw James laying on her other side, gently grabbing the hand that was working so frantically between her legs and pulling her fingers out of her. She whimpered desperately for a moment, and then the sound dissolved in a soft moan as James put her glistening fingers in his mouth.
"Camelia, baby..." Evan groaned softly as he breathed in the renewed scent of her desire, and his cock pulsed between his legs. He had been so fucking hard, for solong...
God, it would be so easy to pull his pants down and mount her, to slide his cock deep inside of her and feel the tight, wet clutch of her pussy around him...
James growled around her fingers, his tongue sliding sensuously between each digit. His rational sense was gone, Evan could see it on his face. He was all instinct now, all natural urges and desire to care. To claim. To take.
Every feeling that Evan had throbbing inside his chest, making it so hard tothink. To remember why they couldn’t, why theyshouldn’t...
"Alpha..." Camelia whimpered again, and then her fingers curled into his shirt in a surprisingly strong grip and pulled him close, her lips pressing gently against his.
Evan's mind went blank. Her lips were soft and open, pressing tender kisses to his lips as if tasting him was the only thingthat she wanted. Her hips jerked, and when Evan broke the kiss enough to look down, he saw James' fingers slowly tracing up and down her swollen folds, his fingertips already glistening with her slick.
"James," Evan whispered, trying desperately to assert his free will. To speak beyond instinct. "We said...we can't fuck her..."
James shook his head, his eyes dark as he watched his fingers tease her. "Not gonna fuck 'er," he mumbled. "Just need to take care of her. She needs to get off, Evan. Need to come on my fingers." He growled, looking up at Camelia, whose expression had dissolved into a blissful mask of contentment. "She can't keep going on like this, Ev."
Evan knew that he was right. Knew that keeping Camelia locked up in a room during her heat by herself the way they had been could be considered a special form of torture. And it was so fuckinghardto resist when she was so close...
"Alpha, please..." Camelia tugged on his shirt again, and Evan groaned softly as he dipped his head to kiss her again. She was soft and tasted so, so sweet. Sugared violets. Candied apples. Brown sugar.
She overwhelmed him, and when her hand snuck down to wrap around his erection, he couldn't stop his hips from jerking into her touch.
"Mm. So big. Need it inside me..." Camelia let out a broken moan, and Evan looked down to watch James slowly finger her dripping cunt with two fingers. Slowly, so slowly that he couldn't be doing more than tease, but it seemed to be helping.
Seemed to make her a little less frantic.
"No, baby, not inside you," Evan said, though the words felt like broken glass as they came out. Her hand stroked him softly again and he groaned, burying his face in her neck and breathing in her scent. "Just gonna take care of you. Promise."
"Promise," James agreed, his voice low and husky.
They could do this. They could care for her needs without fucking her. All she needed was a good orgasm, and they would all be able to walk away with their wits about them.
If Evan told himself enough times, it would be true.
Chapter twenty-three
Camelia
Hazy. Needy. Desperate. Slick.
Camelia was barely aware of herself, barely aware of anything beyond the burning heat of her skin and the desperation that seethed between her legs. The Alphas –herAlphas – seemed to have finally seen sense. Evan's lips were soft and distracting, and James' fingers...
Fuck, they filled that ache inside of her. Nowhere near as much as their cocks would when they fucked her, but it soothed the itch just enough that Camelia could breathe a little. Could relax against the sheets and enjoy being touched and surrounded by the scent ofAlpha.
Their touch against her overly sensitive skin soothed and aroused at the same time, and by the time James took pity on her and made her come, his thumb on her clit and his fingers buried deep inside of her, Camelia was already halfway to sleep. The pleasure of the overdue orgasm was enough to overwhelm hermind, just enough for it to turn off and drift off into a relatively peaceful sleep.
When she woke again, the haze in her mind was still there, her body still burned and her pussy ached. The sheets underneath her were dry, though, and Camelia was surrounded back and front by the calming scent of her Alphas.
James was behind her, his nose buried in the crook of her neck with his arm slung around her waist. His hand wasn't touching her inappropriately at all, resting gently against her stomach with his thumb tenderly stroking her skin as he breathed slow and deep. Asleep. Relaxed.
Evan was in front of her, and Camelia and James' heads were both pillowed on his arm. Camelia smiled lazily, her eyes barely opening as she pressed her face harder into his neck. His scent was heavy and content in the air around him, mingling with James' behind her into a heady, delicious miasma.
Her tongue traced over his pulse, and she knew she didn't imagine the way it jumped at her touch. His free hand was wrapped around the back of her neck and his grip tightened, a low, possessive growl rumbling through his chest.
It made every one of Camelia's instincts thrill, and she moaned softly as she pressed her ass backwards, against James' rock-hard erection. She had felt it earlier when he had been fingering her, but hadn't had the chance to really enjoy it.
James' arm around her waist tightened, and the three of them shifted slightly as Camelia threw her leg over Evan's hip, canting her hips up so that her bare pussy brushed up against his clothed cock.
