Chapter 6
Chapter six
James
James kept a tight grip on Camelia as they walked through the quad, bypassing the food court. He couldn't think beyond what he had seen, the way that Max had held onto Camelia's shoulders as if he had a right to her.
Her body was soft in his grip, pliable as he led her away, but he could feel the slight tremors in her muscles as she gripped his shirt.
She'd been shaken by the encounter with Max, no matter how brief it had been.
In the back of his mind, James wondered if it had anything to do with the history that she refused to talk about.
He wasn't one to throw stones about keeping secrets about the past, but he did wonder.
It also meant that he needed to get her somewhere private. Somewhere he could care for his Omega properly.
"Come on, sweetheart," he gritted out. His heart thumped in his chest as she made a soft noise of assent and clutched to him a little closer. "Let's go somewhere a little more private, hm?"
The student building had a cluster of tiny, private meeting rooms near the back of the building that were sometimes used for dignitaries and visitors to the university to meet with administrative staff, and that was where James steered them.
They hit pay dirt on the third door they tried, the door giving under his palm and letting them into a tiny conference room that barely qualified as more than a closet.
No windows, only a tiny table in the middle that would barely fit two people.
Perfect.
James locked the door behind them, enclosing the two of them in darkness, and he gently pressed Camelia up against the wall before cupping her face.
His thumbs stroked the soft skin of her cheeks, and the tiny sound of pleasure that she made at his touch made the raging monster in his chest settle a little.
"What happened?" he whispered, his voice low and rough. His cock swelled in his pants against his will at her close proximity, her sweet Omega smell filling his nose and making his thoughts all muddled.
He felt Camelia shake her head. "N-nothing. I wasn't paying attention, and I ran into him, and...He could tell, James. He knew I was an Omega. And...he didn't do anything, but I didn't want him touching me and I couldn't make myself say the words and it was so hard to think..."
The desperate frustration in Camelia's voice made James want to leave the room and go find Max again so that he could give him a solid beating for scaring his girl. Instead, he pressed a little closer, the soft curves of her body molding against his like they were made for each other.
"It's okay, sweetheart," he managed, speaking thickly past the rage making his vision bleed red. "It's okay. I'm here. I got you."
Camelia's hands curled in his shirt, and she lifted her face to his, their lips meeting softly in the dark.
She made a quiet sound of pleasure as she pulled him even closer, and one of James' hands pressed up into the soft strands of her hair.
He nipped at her bottom lip, and her scent grew stronger as his thigh slid between her legs and pressed up against her pussy.
"James..." She moaned softly, her head falling back against the wall with a soft thump.
Her hips worked his thigh in tiny movements, back and forth, revealing her desperation as his nose drew a line down the line of her neck.
He pressed a soft kiss to the spot where her pulse fluttered madly, his tongue flicking out to taste the sweet-salt of her skin.
In the darkness, it was easy to turn the voice of reason in his brain off. To feel his girl, his Omega clutching at him and give in to what he wanted, which was to prove to anyone who might look at her that she was fucking claimed.
"So needy, sweetheart." James nipped at her neck, smirking at the soft whimper that she let out, and she released his shirt only for her fingers to find their way up into her hair.
She grasped the strands with a strength that stung his scalp, dragging his mouth back up to hers so that she could kiss him with a feverish intensity that made his cock throb harder in his pants, desperate to slot between her legs and slide deep inside her snug cunt where it belonged.
"James...Evan...this morning..." Camelia whimpered against his mouth, and James wedged a hand between them so that he could press firmly against her pussy. He could feel her heat, her wetness already soaking through the fabric, and he let out a soft growl.
"What did he do, sweetheart?" Her hips jerked as his fingers found her clit, and she groaned softly at the touch. "Tell me."
Instinctively, he knew that she needed this. She didn't want to think about Max and the encounter that had shaken her so badly, no how brief it had been. She wanted him to distract her, reminding her of who she belonged to. Her Alphas.
"He..." Camelia whined, stretching out her neck and giving him better access. His eyes were starting to adjust to the dark, and he could see the soft gleam of need in her dark eyes when he lifted his head to meet her gaze.
"Tell me," he said softly.
Her eyes closed, and her lips parted on a soft breath before she said, "He.
..he came into my room and was going to ask if I wanted a ride.
But when he walked into the room...he could smell me and.
.." Her hips jerked against his hand where his fingers still stroked her through her leggings, and James couldn't stop himself from growling low in his chest at her need.
"And?" he gritted out, his mind starting to cloud with arousal and her scent. She didn't need to finish the story for James to have an idea of what happened. Even as straitlaced as he was, as strong and steady as Evan tried to project himself to be...
If he had walked into her room and scented her the way that James was right now, he would have been hard pressed to stay in control.
Camelia gasped as his fingers rubbed her clit, her hips grinding down against his touch. "He couldn't help himself! He...he pressed me down on the bed and pulled my pants down..."
James' cock throbbed, and he groaned softly as he released her and sank to his knees in front of her.
She swayed a little with the loss his body against hers, but gasped when his fingers found the waist of her leggings and unceremoniously dragged them down her thighs, letting the fabric puddle on the ground.
"Like this?" James' head was swimming, the scent of her arousal and her hormones so fucking strong, so heady and sweet and tempting...
"Mmm..." Whatever Camelia had been about to say seemed to fly out of her mind when James leaned close, pressing a kiss to the soft skin of her inner thigh.
Her muscles trembled under his touch, and when he leaned closer to lick a wide stripe across her sweet, dripping folds, she let out a desperate keen.
"Did he take care of you, sweetheart? Make you feel so good before class?
" James latched onto her clit before she could respond, teasing the swollen nerves with the tip of his tongue.
He gently set his teeth around it, pressing her legs as wide as they could go, hampered as they were by her leggings caught around her ankles.
After a second, he growled, reaching down with his free hand and yanking her leggings fully off, along with her winter boots. He needed access. She stumbled and nearly fell, but his tongue and fingers thoroughly distracted her.
"Yes..." Her fingers gripped in his hair again, holding him close to her as her hips jerked and ground against his tongue. "Fuck, just like that. Like this. He ate my pussy, James..."
James chuckled to himself, his mind swimming.
His cock throbbed, but it was easy to ignore with her taste on his tongue.
Her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as if she couldn't get enough of his touch.
He slid one hand up and pushed two fingers deep inside of her, feeling her dripping walls flutter around his digits in time with the flicks of his tongue on her clit.
"James...fuck..." Her clit pulsed under his tongue, and James growled softly.
He sucked on her clit one more time before he rose, pressing her against the wall and pressing his lips against hers.
They were slightly parted, and she moaned as he pushed his tongue inside her mouth, letting her taste herself.
Her pussy clenched around his fingers, and her fingers curled in his shirt again.
"James...please...I need..." Her hips bucked against his fingers again, and James growled.
"What do you need, sweetheart? Use your words."
Camelia turned her face to the side, her eyes closing as if she couldn't face the shame of what she was about to say. "I need...fuck...please, I need your cock, need you to fuck me...remind me who I belong to, James, please..."
James' pants were undone and his cock out before she even finished her sentence.
His mind was clouded with her scent, his instincts roaring at her desperate plea, and all it took was for him to reach under her thigh and wrap it around his hip before his cock was notched at her entrance and sliding deep inside of her with a wet, satisfying sound.
Camelia's breath punched out of her with a groan, and she wrapped her arms around James' neck, pulling him so close that their foreheads were resting together as he set a punishing pace.
The tight walls of her pussy clung to him, making slick sounds as his cock slid in and out, and God, it felt so fucking right.
"James...fuck...Alpha..." Camelia pressed her lips to his jaw, her mouth open and wet as she sucked a mark into his neck, and James groaned, pressing his lips to her ear as his Omega marked him.
"That's right, sweetheart. Take what you need from me, mark me, I'm yours, Camelia, fuck..."
He was barely aware of the words that spilled from his lips, lost in her scent and her pussy as he fucked her against the wall.
Her needy whimpers and gasping breaths filled his head, and it didn't take long for an orgasm to start to boil low in his belly, his balls drawing up and aching with the need to fill her pussy with his come.
"Close, sweetheart," he gritted out, reaching between them and rubbing her clit hard and fast. He wanted to see her fall apart under him before he came, and the way that her walls fluttered around him, she was already so close...
"Oh..." Camelia's head fell back against the wall, her body limp in his grasp even as she clung to him.
Her leg shook underneath her as he drove her closer to orgasm, and she pulled him closer as her hips jerked against his.
"Fuck...close, Alpha...want you inside me, want you to come, need to feel you all day. .."
James' instincts roared at her confession, and he slammed their mouths together in a brutal kiss as his fingers worked her clit faster until her entire body seized with her orgasm.
He swallowed her desperate moans as her pussy clamped down around his cock, and he barely managed to hold back for her to break the kiss and drag in a ragged gasp before his cock twitched and exploded inside of her.
"Fuck!" James' hands curled into fists against the wall as he came, filling Camelia with his come and making her pussy even more sloppy and slick than it had been.
The pleasure was intense, clouding his mind for a brief moment where the only thing that he was aware of was his girl, his Omega, and the way they fit so fucking perfectly together.
He breathed heavily, his mind swimming back to awareness as he felt Camelia's lips gentle on his jaw, her pussy clenching him one more time as he softened and slipped out of her. She made a soft sound at the loss, but her arms didn't loosen from around his neck.
"Thank you," she said quietly.
Before James could ask her what she was thanking him for, she pulled him close for a kiss that was both sweet and made his cock twitch all over again. He let out a gruff, wanton sound that would have embarrassed him if he were in his right mind, but in the moment, just felt right.
Finally, she broke the kiss and reached down to find her pants and shoes, yanking them back on quickly. Possessiveness flared in James' chest at the thought of her walking around with his come soaking her leggings for the rest of the day, but he didn't say anything about it.
Instead, he pressed one more kiss to her cheek before stepping away from the wall and unlocking the door, flooding the room with bright light from the hallway that made both of them blink rapidly before their eyes adjusted.
"Come on," he said softly, reaching out and taking her hand. "Let's get some food."