Chapter 4
Chapter four
Evan
Monday morning rolled around, and Evan couldn't stop himself from smiling like an idiot as he got ready for the day.
The first night with Camelia had gone off without a hitch – she hadn't been lying when she said that she made a mean lasagna – and though nothing sexual had happened between the three of them beyond the kissing in the kitchen, he had still noticed the subtle looks that Camelia sent both his and James' way when she thought that neither of them were looking.
Nothing sexual had happened between the three of them...yet.
God, the way that she had looked up at him when she’d asked if he still wanted to fuck her.
..The sight of her wide, dark eyes brimming with insecurity and arousal was going to fuel his fantasies for a long time.
It had taken everything inside of Evan to merely answer her question with words and not bend her over the counter so that he could personally show her how much he fucking wanted her.
Still, this was right. He and James had agreed; she needed to come to them. Moving in was the first step. Evan wasn't going to push her beyond what she was ready for.
If their sweet Omega wanted to be fucked by an Alpha, she was going to have to ask for it.
Camelia's soft singing floated down the hallway as Evan slung his backpack across his shoulder, and he smiled as he pushed out of his bedroom and followed the sound.
James had an early class on Mondays, so he had already left for the morning, and Evan walked into Camelia's room, fully intent on offering her a peaceable ride to campus.
Starting their journey of living together off right, as it was.
The moment that he entered her room, though, Evan stopped, his cock immediately stiffening at the scent that assaulted his senses.
Camelia was sitting on the bed, tugging on a pair of boots over a pair of soft-looking leggings. She looked up when Evan entered the room, a soft, tentative smile spreading across her face. "Hey, Evan. Were you heading off to class or..."
Evan approached her with three quick steps before she could say anything else, dropping his backpack to the floor before gently pressing her backwards until she was fully flat on her bed and he was leaning over the top of her.
He pressed his nose to the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent deeply, that dizzying smell that made his instincts purr.
"Your suppressants wore off," he finally said, his voice rough.
God, she smelled so fucking good. Everything about her was sweet and spicy and beckoning, and if the tiny voice of reason in the back of Evan's mind wasn't telling him that they needed to leave, that they had things to do and classes to attend, he would already have their clothes half off for a day-long fuckfest.
"Oh?" Evan knew that he wasn't imagining the way that Camelia's voice shook at his proximity, breathier than it had been even a moment before, and he couldn't stop himself from letting out a soft growl when the hard length of his erection pressed against her hip.
"Evan..." Her voice was a soft, desperate whimper, and he dragged his tongue up the column of her neck, tasting her skin before he managed to force himself to press up, hovering over her.
Her hair was spread out on the bed underneath her, and her dark eyes were wide and bright as she looked up at him.
There was a lovely pink blush in her cheeks, and she whimpered softly as Evan ground his hard cock against her hip again, more slowly this time.
"Yeah, baby?" Evan responded softly. His mind cleared a little now that he had her close, though the pure, unadulterated scent of her Omega hormones still wreaked fucking havoc on his body.
His erection wasn't going away anytime soon, he could already tell, and he endeavored to ignore its stiff length as he focused on Camelia's face.
She bit her lip, reaching up and gently touching his jaw.
Evan couldn't stop himself from leaning down and using his thumb to pull her lip out from between her teeth, only so that he could suck it into his own mouth.
He kissed her slow and deep, and the soft moans that she let out as she melted underneath him were almost enough to make him say "fuck it" to all of their responsibilities.
"Evan..." Camelia whimpered again, her fingers curling in his shirt as he nosed his way down her neck again.
Her scent was strongest where her pulse fluttered, and he took in another deep breath of her as one of his hands pressed between the two of them, finding its way between her legs before his mind had caught up with his body.
She gasped softly when his hand cupped her pussy firmly, and Evan could feel the heat, the wetness of her through the flimsy fabric. He growled, and she arched against him a little as his fingers lightly stroked down the seam of her cunt. "Evan!"
Evan pushed up to look down at her again, a small smirk tugging at his mouth at the sight of her. She already looked fucking wrecked, her eyes glazed over with arousal and her breathing already fast and shallow.
She was begging for a good fucking, his Omega.
God damn it.
"Camelia..." Evan groaned a little, then pressed up so that his cock wasn't digging into her hip.
He sank to his knees at the edge of the bed, his height more than enough to put his face level with her pussy as he dragged her to the edge of the bed and started peeling her leggings down her soft thighs.
"Evan...You...you're not going to..." She propped herself up a little as he leaned close, smirking at the lacy underwear that were covering her pussy. There was already a wet spot at the apex of them, betraying her arousal despite her protests.
"Just gonna taste you, baby," he murmured.
His mind was already half gone as he stroked one fingertip down her pussy, the dampness of the fabric making his cock twitch as he pulled it aside and leaned close.
He dragged his tongue up her sodden folds before she could protest more, and the desperate whine that she let out was enough to make him growl possessively against her.
"Fuck, can't think, just...want..." Evan groaned around his breathless words, her clit twitching under his tongue.
Her scent was different than it had been during her heat, less desperate and urgent, but it was no less alluring.
The sweet scent that he had come to associate with Omegas was in full force around her now, and Evan knew that he wasn't going to be the only one who could smell it.
The thought of someone else smelling her, someone else wanting her, it was almost enough to undo Evan.
A tiny part of him, the part of him that probably still lingered from cavemen times, wanted to tie her up and keep her in bed where nobody else could find her.
He could feed her, he could fuck her, he and James could take care of her so good, she didn't need to leave. ..
"Evan..." Camelia's fingers found their way into his hair as he pushed two fingers deep inside of her, the tight clutch of her pussy around his digits fucking wrecking him.
The memory of what she felt like around his cock surfaced, tempting and strong, and only the tight grip of Camelia's delicate fingers on his hair grounded him to the present moment.
"Want you to come on my face, baby," Evan murmured, smirking up at her when he looked up.
She was watching him, her eyes half-closed and glazed heavily with arousal as her legs trembled.
Her leggings were caught around her thighs, limiting the amount that her legs could spread to let him in, but it was more than enough.
More than enough for Evan to eat her needy little cunt like it was his job, to feel her fall apart until his fingers and tongue and relish the way that her Omega scent grew thicker with each pump of his fingers inside of her.
"Evan...please..." Her thighs tightened and relaxed, and Evan could tell that she was trying to hold back. Trying to restrain herself in the best way she knew how, so that her body didn't take over the way that Evan knew it wanted to.
But that simply wouldn't do.
"Relax, baby. I'll take care of you," Evan murmured, slowing his onslaught. He curled his fingers up against her g-spot, relishing the hitch in her voice as she moaned, and his tongue flicked slowly over her clit, making it throb against his tongue over and over again.
She tasted so. Fucking. Good.
"Evan...fuck...I want to...I'm so close.
.." Camelia let out this pathetic, desperate little whimper that made Evan's cock strain against his jeans, and he lay off her clit, just for a moment.
Long enough to press a slow, lingering kiss to the inside of her right thigh and look up at her from under hooded eyes as his fingers worked her slick pussy faster.
"Then do it, baby," he said softly. "Stop holding back. You're safe with me. With us. Be a good little Omega and come."
He sealed his lips around her clit with the last word, sucking hard as his fingers fucked deeper into her, harder.
His fingertips bumped up against the hard nose of her cervix, and it was that final, overwhelming sensation that finally tipped her over.
Her entire body tensed, and her clit twitched under his tongue as she threw back her head and fairly screamed.
Her pussy clenched around his fingers, and Evan felt a deep rumble of satisfaction in his belly as he continued working her through the waves of her orgasm.
"There you go, baby. Good girl. Look at you, so fucking gorgeous when you come for me.
.." Evan rumbled out a possessive, happy growl as he pulled his wet fingers free of her pussy and sucked them clean, moaning at the taste of her on his tongue all over again.
He straightened up a little, hovering over Camelia as her entire body finally relaxed and she opened her eyes to look up at him.
"Good morning," he said softly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her lips. Now that his mind wasn't all muddled with her new scent, a hint of guilt roiled in his stomach even as she smiled up at him. "Sorry for...ah. Pouncing on you. You caught me off guard with..."
A hint of a frown appeared between Camelia's brows as her lips turned down a little. "My scent?" She reached up and touched his jaw with her fingertips, a hint of unease entering her dark eyes. "It's that obvious?"
Evan pressed his lips together. He didn't want to make her more nervous than she clearly already was, but he wasn't going to lie to her, either.
So he settled for a truth somewhere in the middle. "It is to me," he said softly. One corner of his mouth kicked up in a half-smirk. "And I would bet James, too."
Camelia's tongue flicked out to slide along her lower lip, and Evan leaned down to kiss her again before she could get too worried. "It's okay," he continued, just as softly. "We'll see how today goes and then reevaluate our arrangement if we need to. We'll figure out a way to protect you. Deal?"
His heart pounded in his chest in the long seconds that it took Camelia to finally nod once, one cheek hollowed slightly as if she were chewing on it. "Okay," she finally said slowly.
Evan tried not to be insulted at the hint of doubt that colored her voice, but he pushed himself back to standing regardless.
He reached down and adjusted his still-hard erection in his pants, smiling when he noticed Camelia's eyes follow the motion hungrily.
He tucked his hands in his pockets as she stood up and pulled her leggings and underwear back into place.
"I was coming to offer you a ride to school.
Before I got distracted." His stomach twisted a little at the idea that she might reject his offer – especially after he had just proven that she was fucking kryptonite for his self-control – but he managed to keep his smile in place without a waver.
A pink blush colored Camelia's cheeks at the mention of what they had just done, but she offered a smile and bent down to scoop up her backpack where it was sitting on the floor. "That would be nice. Thank you."
Evan took her hand in his as they left her room, unable to go even that long without touching her. "Don't thank me, baby. I never do anything that I don't want to do."