Chapter 7 #2
Evan captured her mouth in a hard, hot kiss before Camelia could respond, and she moaned softly as her lips parted for Evan's tongue.
He kissed her possessively, pouring every ounce of pent-up tension into the meeting of their lips and tongues, and his grip on her face tightened as James released her waist again.
James' hand slid between her legs, pressing her thighs wider and tearing a low whine from her when his fingers pressed firmly against her clit.
Evan growled against her mouth, breathing raggedly when he broke the kiss. "Fuck," he breathed, his voice shaking slightly.
It was the closest that Camelia had ever seen Evan to truly losing control, to losing his temper, and her instincts didn't like it.
Her fingers wrapped tightly in his shirt, and she groaned softly as James' fingers continued to press and tease and manipulate between her legs. "Evan...Please...don't be upset..."
James made a soft sound, and Evan pulled away enough for her to meet his intense gaze. "The only thing that upsets me, baby," he said softly, "is the idea of you being taken advantage of." He released her face, gently knocking James' hand out of the way and replacing it with his own.
"Hold her spread, James," Evan murmured, his gaze shifting down.
The heat in his eyes as he looked at her was enough to make Camelia's pussy clench, and she squirmed a little in James' grip as he shifted, then grasped her inner thighs with his strong hands, holding her wide and open for Evan.
It didn't matter that she was still wearing her leggings, that he couldn't actually see how wet she was at just their nearness.
She was still vulnerable, at the mercy of her Alphas and whatever they were going to do to prove their point.
"The idea of someone who has no right smelling you, knowing that this needy little pussy is so desperate for cock..." Evan shook his head, clenching his jaw for a moment before he continued. "Knowing that you're ours, and it's our job to fucking protect you...It drives me fucking insane."
With one quick movement, his other hand released her face and he grasped her leggings, tearing a wide hole in the fabric before Camelia could more than squeak in protest. She barely had the mental clarity to be embarrassed about her underwear, still sticky from the mid-day fuck between her and James, before those were torn clear off her body too and her pussy was exposed to Evan's glittering gaze.
"See?" His voice dropped to a seductive murmur as he pushed two fingers unceremoniously inside of her, curling them up against her g-spot as Camelia gasped, and then groaned. "You're fucking dripping for us, baby. So goddamned wet, and you can't fucking help it..."
She dug her nails into the back of James' hands where he held her spread so wide, and he chuckled into her ear as Evan's fingers slowly took her apart with gentle thrusts that pressed against her g-spot every time.
"Don't fight him, sweetheart," he murmured, his lips still close to her ear.
He shifted a little so that Camelia was nestled between his legs, and she felt the hard length of his cock press against her lower back with the movement.
"Please..." Camelia's voice was already so thready and desperate and broken that she barely recognized herself. Still, she couldn't move, couldn't grind down against Evan's fingers like she wanted to because of how James held her.
James chuckled again, his cock twitching against her ass as she squirmed.
"Think he can still feel me inside you, sweetheart?
You didn't clean up, hmm?" He shook his head, nipping at her throat and pulling a moan out of her as he continued, "You wouldn't have.
You're such a good girl, you would have wanted to feel me dripping out of you all fucking day. "
"Is that right?" Evan's voice was low and throaty, and when Camelia's eyes fluttered a little to focus on him, the glaze of arousal clouding his blue eyes was nearly enough to undo her. "James fuck you nice and hard today, baby girl?"
Camelia nodded, her tongue heavy in her mouth as her head lolled back against James' shoulder. She had already lost the thread of the conversation that they had been having, too caught up in the sensations of both men on either side of her and the way they smelled and sounded...
God, could they just stay in the house and fuck all day, every day for the rest of the year? Camelia could probably switch to online courses for the rest of her major's classes and the rest weren't really that important...
Her hips jerked as Evan slowly pulled his fingers out of her, and the tiny voice of reason in the back of her head, the one that hadn't quite been eradicated by arousal and need yet, whispered that the two of them might have a point.
They were using her arousal against her, showing her how easily she could be manipulated by someone who knew how her hormones worked and what her body needed. ..
She needed them to protect her. It was true. There was only so much that she could do for herself. She needed her Alphas.
And she needed them now.
"Evan..." She whimpered when he tapped her clit, teasing her with his wet fingertips. "Please..."
"Please what, baby?" Evan kissed her hard again before she could respond, their teeth clicking together as his fingers worked her clit in agonizing torment.
Camelia groaned, and James sank his teeth into the side of her neck as she squirmed in his grip again. The scent of her arousal, her hormones was thick in the air, and suddenly it didn't matter what conversation they had been having. She needed one of them inside of her, five minutes ago.
"Please...Evan...Alpha, please fuck me," she begged, her voice soft and pathetic.
The burning ache of her skin as James sucked what was surely going to be a truly vicious hickey fell to the background, and Evan huffed out a breath against her cheek as his fingers stroked around her clit one more time.
"Anything you need, baby. You just have to ask."
Camelia was disoriented for a moment as Evan jerked her out of James' grip, pulling her to stand so that he could spin her around and bend her at the hips.
The new position nearly faceplanted her in James' lap, and he wrapped his arms around her to help steady her as Evan kicked Camelia's legs wider.
A moment later, his hard cock pushed inside her pussy in one satisfying thrust.
"Oh!" Camelia's breath punched out of her as Evan set a vicious pace, his hips slapping against her ass as his fingers dug into her hips. She groaned, the position ramming his cock against her g-spot with every thrust and making pleasure spark behind her closed eyelids.
"There you go, sweetheart. Nice and full, hmm?
" James grasped her chin and pulled her up, their lips meeting as she steadied herself with a firm grip on his thighs.
Evan wasn't going easy on her, his cock shoving her forward a little with each thrust, and James swallowed each of her moans with his mouth as one of his hands fisted in her hair.
"Fuck...fuck..." Camelia let out a desperate whine, her legs trembling at the onslaught of sensation as Evan's fingers dug into her hips, holding her steady as he fucked her. She would have little fingerprint-shaped bruises there the next day, but she didn't care.
Not when she was getting her Alpha's cock the way she needed it. Exactly how she wanted it.
Camelia slid her hand to the side, her mind fuzzing with arousal and need as James pressed tender kisses to her face, fragmenting her attention from the truly vicious fucking that Evan was giving her.
Her fingers had barely brushed against the rigid length of his cock, still trapped in his jeans, before he captured her hand and held it against his chest, his grip tightening in her hair as he murmured, "Not right now, sweetheart. Pay attention. Learn the lesson."
Camelia's mind protested, her fingers itching to touch James. He was her Alpha too, she needed both of them to know how much she wanted them, needed them, needed everything that they were giving her...
But Evan leaned close, pressing his chest against her back as he released her hip and reached under her, his fingers working her clit hard and fast. "Who do you belong to, baby?" he growled. "Whose pussy is this?"
His cock slammed against her g-spot with each thrust, tearing a ragged moan out of Camelia's throat as she clenched down on him. She was already so worked up, so wet and so fucking close...
"Yours," she choked, whimpering as her hand clenched into a fist on James' chest. "Both of yours. Please, God, Evan, Alpha..."
Camelia's instincts purred at the satisfied sounds that both Evan and James made at her admission, and James kissed her cheek again before cranking her head back, pressing his lips against her ear again. "Let us protect you, sweetheart. You're ours. Let us be yours."
Camelia nodded mindlessly, her body quaking as Evan pushed her closer and closer to an orgasm.
His fingers slowed on her clit, and his breathing steadied a little as he slowed, fucking her in long, full thrusts that were just as devastating as the vicious fucking had been.
"You won't go anywhere without one of us, baby, okay?
" His voice softened, but the authority in it was absolute.
"We'll walk with you from class, we'll get food together.
You'll never be alone, do you understand?
Nobody will ever have the opportunity to fuck with you, I promise. "
A part of Camelia rebelled at the control that was implied, the suffocation that her rational mind wanted to convince her that she didn't want.
It was exactly what she had wanted to avoid when she had decided to enter into this arrangement in the first place, the sensation of never being alone. Always watched, never free.
But Evan's fingers on her clit were slow and seductive, and James’ breath in her ear was comforting as he held her close, and what they were proposing didn't feel like a trap.
It didn't feel like a restriction of her freedom.
Evan wasn't telling her that she wasn't allowed to spend time with friends, that they were going to watch her while she took classes, that they were going to keep her from living her life.
They were just going to be there for her, to protect her from anyone who would try and take advantage of biology that she'd had absolutely no say in.
So when Camelia nodded, agreeing to Evan's words, it didn't feel like a shackle around her foot, trapping her in a reality that she had never wanted. It felt like a warm blanket, the three of them agreeing to protect each other, to care for each other.
To love each other.
"There's our good girl," James murmured in her ear.
His grip in her hair tightened even more, her scalp screaming as he brought their mouths together in a hot, possessive kiss.
Evan continued fucking her slow and deep, and her legs shook with the intensity of the sensation as his fingers worked her clit.
She was close, she wanted to come, she wanted him to come, she wanted to feel them dripping out of her, possessing her, marking her, owning her. ..
"I love how this sweet pussy clings to my cock," Evan murmured. "You never want me to pull out, do you, baby girl?"
Only the hint of strain in his voice betrayed how close he truly was, his control resolute now that he had gotten what he wanted, now that he had proven his point. And Camelia was helpless to it, her body screaming for him, for them. Proving every degrading word correct.
"You want Evan to come inside you, sweetheart?" James' lips brushed against hers, and Camelia whined softly as she nodded, her arm nearly collapsing underneath her as she leaned even more heavily into James. Every stroke of Evan's fingers over her clit was agony, she was so fucking close...
"Beg him, sweetheart. We'll always give you what you need, but you have to ask." James chuckled in her ear, as if he knew what an impossible ask this was, but Camelia's mouth opened and words spilled out regardless.
"Oh...fuck, please, please let me come, Evan, James.
..Alpha...I need it, please don't tell me no.
.." Camelia clenched around Evan's cock and let out a low, throaty moan as both men chuckled at her desperation.
Evan's cock made slick sounds every time he pressed deep inside of her, and Camelia felt as though her mind was leaking out her ears.
She was theirs, she was a plaything for them to toy with and use and fuck and please and she wanted both of them, and she wanted it fucking now.
"You beg so sweetly, baby girl," Evan murmured, groaning softly as she clamped down on him again. She was so fucking close...
"Stop tormenting her, Ev," James said, his voice low and strained.
"She's...fuck, she's a good girl. Let her come.
" He let out a soft, surprised sound as Camelia pulled her hand free of his grip, wrapping around his hard length before he could stop her again.
He groaned as she squeezed, and Evan chuckled.
"I would never deny our Omega. Come, baby.
Come all over my fucking cock." He said the words with such conviction that Camelia almost came right then and there, and the next hard thrust into her pussy took her over the edge.
Camelia let out a long, low moan as she clenched down on him, her arm finally giving out underneath her as her body flooded with pleasure.
James caught, her, holding her head to his chest as her entire body tensed, and Evan's hand stroked her back tenderly before his cock swelled inside of her, and he slammed home one more time before coming.
The sensation of his warm come filling her only dragged Camelia's orgasm out longer, and James' grip in her hair relaxed as he held her, his heart thumping against her chest and his cock twitching in her hand.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you..." Camelia was barely aware of the pleasure-soaked words that she kept saying, but it didn't matter.
She was happy and lax, her entire body sinking further into pleasure as Evan's cock finally softened and slipped out of her, and she whimpered as his fingers stroked up her thigh and pushed back inside of her.
Keeping his come inside.
"You don't need to thank us, sweetheart," James said softly. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "You're ours. We protect what's ours."
Camelia nodded hazily, squeezing his cock again. She wanted him next.