"Time to come out of the bedroom, baby," he said quietly. He smiled, holding her close as he turned and carried her out of the bedroom, and Camelia huffed as she buried her nose in his shirt, breathing in his scent.
"Don't wanna," she mumbled. She was almost painfully aware of her nakedness as he carried her down the stairs, but his closeness distracted her from the first tingles of humiliation.
Another hint that her heat was nearing its end.
"Too bad, sweetheart." James' voice was warm and amused, and Camelia peeked over to see him sprawled on the couch with a remote in one hand, clothed in sweats and a black t-shirt. There were a ton of snacks spread out on the coffee table in front of him, but Camelia ignored them in favor of crawling over to James the second that Evan put her down on the couch. She straddled him, ignoring the way her wet folds pressed against the fabric of his sweats and immediately started to soak through. His cock twitched underneath her, and she buried her nose in his neck to soak in his whiskey-leather-bitter smell.
James made a soft rumbling sound of satisfaction, his hand gently stroking up and down her bare back. "You need to get out of that room, sweetheart," he said gently. "It's been days, you need a change of pace."
Camelia wanted to protest, wanted to tell him that she had showered since she had come here and that was plenty of changeof pace for her, but instead she relaxed into his body a little more, her hips working against the length of his erection as he continued to hold her. His hand was soothing against her skin, and it was too hard to argue with one of her Alphas. They knew best, so...she would just sit out here with them.
Yeah, that sounded okay.
"What are we watching?" Evan's voice was low and soothing, and Camelia felt the couch beside James dip as Evan sat. Camelia reached out to touch his arm, reassuring herself that he was, indeed, right there, and Evan caught her hand to press a swift kiss to her knuckles. The tiny gesture made her heart flutter, and she couldn't stop herself from grinding down on James' lap a little more, the friction against her clit making her moan softly.
"Whatever you want." James' hand slid up and wrapped around the back of Camelia's neck, holding her firmly as she slowly worked herself up more and more on his lap, and by the time the emotionally bland opening to some sitcom started playing, Camelia's mind was far away.
She needed one of them to fuck her. She needed it like she needed air. God, it wasn't enough...
"Camelia." Evan's voice was gentle, and his fingers on her jaw made her eyes flutter open. She peeked at him past where she'd buried her face in James' neck, and he smiled at her as he gently thumbed at her chin. "You need to eat, baby."
He gestured at the food that had been laid out behind her, and Camelia shook her head as she rolled her hips against James' cock again, the friction against her clit making her hiss. "Don't wanna eat, need you inside me," she mumbled. Which of them she was talking to, she wasn't sure. Either of them, both of them.
Mmm. Yeah, both of them.
Both James and Evan chuckled. James' thumb stroked gently up and down her neck for a moment before Evan smirked at her,a gently mocking expression that made her stomach clench in anticipation. "That can be arranged, baby."
Camelia watched as he shoved his house pants down, freeing the hard length of his cock before James gently lifted her off his lap, turning her around so that her back was against Evan's chest when she was carefully placed there. Immediately, her legs spread around his and the head of his cock rubbed against her slick folds teasingly, and Camelia's head fell back against Evan's shoulder as his hand stroked down her front before grasping his cock and guiding its length inside of her.
The stretch made her gasp, like it always did, its size particularly intense in this position, and Camelia whimpered as Evan gently pushed her until she was settled all the way down on her lap. In the back of her mind, the voice of rationality whispered how obscene she must look, her legs spread so wide and impaled on Evan's cock like this, but then Evan's fingers dropped to her clit and started drawing tiny, teasing circles, and that rational voice faded away once again.
God, his cock filled her so good. He knew just how to touch her, how to make the burning urge inside of her fade away, even if it was only just for a second...
"Better?" Evan's lips pressed tenderly to the back of her neck, and Camelia glanced over at James as she clenched down on Evan's cock with a soft whimper and a nod. He was watching the two of them with a heavy, soft expression of satisfaction on his face. His left hand was in his lap, casually wrapped around the length of his cock as his eyes stroked down her body, lingering on her nipples and between her legs, and Camelia reached out to him, grabbing his shirt and pulling him close.
He went easily, and he cupped her cheek when their lips met. The kiss was possessive, yes, but soft and tender. It left no question in Camelia's mind of who she belonged to.
These two men had single handedly wrapped her around their fingers with the way they cared for her, the way theyworshippedher.
"Food, sweetheart," James murmured against her lips. When Camelia's gaze dropped to his cock, still hard in his pants, he chuckled, shaking his head. "Real food. You can swallow my come later if you want."
The tease made her clench around Evan's cock, and he hummed softly as James reached over and grabbed a bowl of cut fruit from the table. Camelia's eyes fluttered shut as Evan started to slowly fuck her, sliding down a little further on the couch so that his cock could easily pump in and out of her. "Be a good little cock warmer and eat what you're given, baby," Evan said softly. The delicious degradation made Camelia clench and moan again, and James took the opportunity to press a halved grape inside of her mouth.
She chewed, unable to do anything else, and she's rewarded with another delicious circle of Evan's fingers on her clit. Her hips jerked, and she could feel the rumble of his chuckle against her back as his cock eased inside her again.
"There you go, baby. That's how this works. You want to get fucked, you need to eat," he murmured. "We're taking care of you, understand?"
Camelia nodded mindlessly, her lips parting again when James presented another piece of fruit to her lips. A strawberry this time, and she chewed slowly so as not to choke as Evan set a slow, steady pace. In and out, his cock filling her completely with each stroke. Each new piece of fruit that James put to her lips that she accepted rewarded her with another teasing stroke of her clit, and though none of it was enough to get her close to coming, it was enough to soothe the burning ache inside of her, just enough for her to relax.
"There you go, sweetheart." James wrapped one hand around her tit, cupping its heavy weight in his hand as he leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth. The harsh draw of his lips and teeth against her sensitive flesh made her gasp, and only Evan's arm wrapping firmly around her middle kept her from arching off his lap and falling straight onto the floor.
James didn't comment on her reaction, merely humming and tugging on her other nipple with his fingers. His tongue teased the sensitive tip of her tit and his teeth gently worried it into an aching point, and Camelia became vaguely aware of the wet sounds that Evan's cock made as it slid in and out of her. It was almost horrifying, the sounds of their joining, and Camelia shook her head, her mind rebelling against what her body was doing, what her bodyneeded.
"What's wrong, baby?" Evan murmured. He stroked her clit slowly, his cock nudging against her g-spot with each thrust, and Camelia whimpered softly before trying to speak.
"So...wet, Evan...fuck, it's..."
She gently cried out as his fingers started to move faster on her clit. James released her nipple from between his teeth with a gentle 'pop' and Evan chuckled, pressing his lips to Camelia's ear when her head fell back against his shoulder.
