One of her hands snuck down and wound through Evan's hair, and he couldn't stop himself from smiling at her desperation even as he pressed closer to her cunt. He was mindless, lapping at her folds and clit and taking everything that leaked out of her as James fucked her. It was heady and desperate, and his cockthrobbedto bury itself inside her tight folds again, but he wanted to see James come inside of her first.
"We know what you need, sweetheart," James growled. "Be a good girl and wait, we won't leave you wanting, I promise."
Camelia's grip in Evan's hair tightened, and the desperate whimpers that she let out only made Evan more feral for her, for the both of them. James started fucking her faster, his cock sinking all the way in and pulling all the way out again as Evan ate her out, and in the back of his mind, Evan marveled at where they were, at what they were doing.
James was...softer with her, somehow. Evan had never seen him with a woman before, of course; he had never been interested. After what had happened to his mother, the fear of God had been put into him by Drake, and James had never allowed himself to be open enough with the opposite sex to even consider a romantic relationship.
With Camelia, though...James might not be able to see it yet, but Evan could. Beyond the confusion, beyond the annoyance and the anger at her disrupting the carefully established order of things that James had created for himself, there was something. Something softer, something a little more vulnerable.
Something that made Evan itch to see what more they could all be. Together.
"There you go, baby," Evan murmured. He pressed a finger inside of her on James' next thrust, the digit stretching her gently alongside James' shaft, and he smirked at the soft keen that she let out. "You can take it. Let your Alphas take care of you."
James let out a shuddering breath, and his cock pulsed in Camelia's pussy as he fucked her faster. He was close, Evan could tell. Just like he could tell that James didn't want it to be over yet.
"Please..." Camelia arched into James' touch, his fingers still tugging on her nipples as he fucked her. Her hips gyrated against his cock, and Evan pulled back enough that he could watch theirjoining with vicious, heady satisfaction, his finger thrusting into Camelia's pussy in time with James' cock.
"You want my come, sweetheart?" James pressed another soft kiss to the side of her neck, his tongue flicking out to drag along her skin. "You want to feel your Alpha come inside you?"
She whimpered, nodding as she stretched her neck out. Her pussy clenched, and Evan watched as more of her juices leaked out, soaking into the increasingly large wet spot underneath her. His mouth watered, so tempted to lean forward and taste her again, but instead he murmured, "She's ready, James. Don't make the poor girl wait."
James chuckled even as Camelia whimpered and squirmed, and he finally released one of her nipples and reached between her legs to rub her clit, light and quick. Immediately, her legs started to shake, and he fucked up into her faster as she let out a low, desperate moan and arched against James' check.
"Fuck...fuck, there you go, sweetheart. Come all over my cock, let me feel the pleasure of that desperate pussy, let me feel your heat..." James thrust a few more times before his cock sank all the way into her, his testicle drawing up tight as he followed her over the edge. Evan watched the base of his cock pulse as he came, and he couldn't stop the viciously satisfied smile from stretching across his face as the two of them slowed, and finally stilled as the sounds of their mutual pleasure faded away.
He stroked his hands up Camelia's spread thighs, the soft smile on her face making his heart thump unevenly for a moment. He gently grabbed her around the waist and pulled her forward, his cock twitching at the wet sound that James' cock made when it slipped out of her pussy. James watched with heavily lidded eyes, his cock still hard and wet with their combined juices, and Evan gently lay Camelia down on the covers before pushing her legs up and open, exposing her sweet, vulnerable folds to him.
"Let me taste him inside you, baby," Evan murmured. James chuckled, and Evan leaned down to lick a wide stripe across her pussy, relishing the soft sound that Camelia made as he started to eat her out thoroughly, enthusiastically.
"Alpha..." Camelia whimpered, reaching down to tug on Evan's hair again.
He smirked into her dripping folds, pushing two fingers deep inside of her as his tongue flicked her clit. "That's right, baby," he said softly. "Your Alphas. All yours."
She whined softly and nodded, and though Evan was sure that she wouldn't remember most of this time when her heat finally faded, it still felt important to him. Like a lock sliding into place.
Chapter twenty-five
Camelia
The end of her heat was near, Camelia could tell. Her head was a little clearer, she was sleeping a little easier. She didn't wake up in the middle of the night with her sheets soaked with sweat underneath her, or her pussy so desperate that she couldn't think clearly until James or Evan slid their hard cocks inside of her and made her so,sofull.
Not to say that her symptoms weren't still intense. They were. Just...not as intense as before.
Camelia whimpered softly, rolling on the bed and cuddling deeper into the comforter. James and Evan had both left her that morning to go do...something, but Evan had been quick to bring back a big, squishy comforter to tuck around her and keep her comfortable in their absence. He had kissed her forehead, and the soft, lingering sensation had stayed with her for a long time after he left.
Not that she was sure exactly how long the two of them had been gone. Her sense of time was all sorts of warped; it could have been ten minutes, it could have been three hours.
All she knew was that while she was more comfortable than she had been indays, her skin still itched and was almost too hot for comfort, her hair was uncomfortable where it brushed against her overly-sensitive skin, and her pussy still ached to be filled every fucking second that she was alone.
She needed them. She needed her Alphas.
Camelia groaned softly again, rolling onto her back and kicking the comforter off herself as her hand slid down her body. She hadn't worn clothes in forever, not since James and Evan had first come to her and given her what her body desperately needed, and her fingers found her swollen clit easily. Her eyes fluttered closed as she drew slow, tiny circles around it, not wanting to disturb the sensitive bud too much. It ached, was almosttoosensitive from the hormones and the endless fucking and licking and sucking, but she still needed...to touch...
She pushed two fingers deep inside herself just as the door to the bedroom opened again, and Evan's scent grew heavier in the air as he walked in. Camelia arched, peeking out from under her eyelashes at him as her tongue swiped across her lower lip, wetting the dry skin. His eyes were heavy and amused as they slid down her naked form and settled between her legs, the hard length of his cock twitching obviously under his sweatpants as he watched her fingers slide in and out of her pussy slowly.
"Are we not giving you enough, baby?" he murmured, leaning down. His nose brushed against Camelia's before he sealed their mouths together in a heated, intimate kiss, and Camelia groaned softly as his hand knocked hers away, replacing her fingers with his own. She whimpered as his fingers pushed deep inside of her, filling her so much more satisfyingly than her own did, and hehummed in soft satisfaction at the easy way his fingers glided in and out of her clenching walls.
"Such a wet, needy Omega for us," he whispered, his lips brushing against hers as he just barely pulled away. She arched, trying to chase the kiss, but he chuckled, pulling away further and tugging his fingers free of her pussy. He was smiling at her when Camelia opened her eyes fully, and he slid his arms underneath her to pick her up bridal-style as she made a soft sound of protest.
