Chapter 3 #2
"There we go. Should be done in...oh, forty minutes or so." Camelia's voice was breathless, and suddenly Evan was close again, his chest brushing against hers as he slowly backed her up against the counter. He cupped her chin, and his eyes were so intense that she couldn't look away.
"What are you thinking, Camelia?" His voice was soft, and his fingers gently tightened on her face when she tried to avert her eyes. "You're not saying something to me."
There was a hint of persuasion, a hint of authority in his voice that made Camelia's instincts react, and she bit her lip. Aria's words from earlier whispered in her ear again, and before she could consider the wisdom of it, she blurted out, "Do you still want to have sex?"
The words hung in the air between them for a moment, and Evan raised an eyebrow at her.
Camelia hurried to explain, her cheeks burning.
"I...I was talking. To Aria. At lunch today.
And she asked if we were going to...you know.
Since you and James were there for my heat.
And the whole point of me living here is to make sure that any other Alpha knows that I'm already.
..otherwise occupied, so to speak, right?
" She blushed harder. "It sounds stupid now that I say it aloud, but. .."
Evan's thumb stroked gently over her bottom lip, stopping her words in their tracks, and the corner of his mouth quirked up in a gentle smirk. "Are you asking me if I still want to fuck you now that you're fully aware and can consent when you come screaming around my cock?"
Camelia's mouth dropped open at the bluntness of his words, and his eyes glittered with amusement as he leaned a little closer, his voice dropping to a seductive murmur. "Do you want that, baby? It's all about you. You know that. If you do or don't want anything, you just need to say the word."
Camelia squirmed a little, the edge of the counter digging into the small of her back as she continued to look up at him.
Her nipples were hard under her tank top and sparks of sensation slithered down her spine with every tiny movement she made against Evan's body, and she couldn't look away from him.
She did know that. She controlled everything here. Neither James nor Evan would push her to do something that she wasn't comfortable with.
So why was it so hard to admit it?
"Yes," she whispered, the word feeling like it was ripped from her. The aching vulnerability left inside her chest in absence of her truth nearly made her want to turn and run, but Evan's expression softened, and he nodded.
"Then yes, baby," he murmured, leaning down so that his lips brushed against hers. "I would very much like to fuck you all over every surface in this house, and then some. I want to give you exactly what your sweet, desperate body needs."
He pressed his lips against hers in a slow, hot kiss before Camelia could respond, and she couldn't help the whimper that she let out as she slid her hands up his chest. She felt his heart thumping against her palm, and his teeth tugging and teasing at her lower lip was almost enough for her to ask him to bend her over the counter right then and there.
Still, there was something more that needed to be asked.
Camelia broke the kiss when her lungs started to burn, resting her forehead against Evan's as they both drew in ragged, gasping breaths.
Evan's hands flexed on the counter on either side of her, betraying how much he was restraining himself, and Camelia bit her lip as she whispered, "What. ..about James..."
"What about James?" James' voice was low and rough as he entered the kitchen, and Evan's eyes glittered at Camelia as he stepped back. He jerked his head, and Camelia bit her lip as she turned her attention to the glowering blonde standing by the dining table.
"What?" he asked again, his eyes shuttered as he looked at the two of them.
He was wearing a pair of plaid pajama pants and a t-shirt, but his entire body was tense, holding a story that Camelia knew that he didn't want to share.
She knew that she should speak, that she should clue him into the conversation that she and Evan had just been having, but seeing him.
..her heart crumbled a little, and she didn't have the heart for difficult words.
Instead, she crossed the room and stood up on her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around his neck.
He continued to look at her suspiciously as she pressed her body against his, but then she closed her eyes and kissed him, and after a moment the tension drained from his body and he wrapped his arms around her waist.
The kiss was intense, pouring out all the words that Camelia wanted to say to him.
The things that she wanted to ask him, the things that she wanted to beg for.
She could feel Evan's eyes on the two of them as James nipped at her bottom lip, then broke the kiss and dragged his teeth along her jawline before sinking down in a burning mark on her neck.
"Mine," he growled. He pulled away a little, eyes flicking towards Evan for a moment before returning to Camelia's face. "Ours."
Camelia nodded dazedly, stroking his jaw and wondering if she was ready for whatever she had gotten herself into.