Chapter 15
Chapter fifteen
Evan raced down the roads back to their house, but it wasn't fast enough. It seemed like they hit every red light, and every passing second made Camelia feel as though she were suffocating just a little bit more.
She tore at the scarf that was suddenly choking around her neck, and she took a deep breath as she finally managed to wrangle it off her skin.
Sweat was beading at her hairline with an intense frequency that should have frightened her, but her senses were already dulling.
Her skin was painfully sensitive, and the only thing that she could smell was Evan and his fucking Alpha scent, invading her nose and driving her insane.
"Alpha..." she whimpered, reaching for the hem of her shirt. She needed to get it off, needed to be naked, needed to have her Alpha's hands on her, touching her, soothing her, making the fucking need better...
Evan's hand shot out and wrapped around her wrist before she could do more than lift the hem of her shirt an inch or two, letting out a low, pained growl as the car rolled to a stop at another fucking red light.
"Camelia, baby. You have to wait. We need to get home first, and then we can take care of you, okay?
I promise. We're going to take care of you, baby, we're not going to let you suffer like last time, I promise. "
The words barely penetrated past the fog of need that clouded Camelia's mind, and she let out a soft whimper at the feeling of his grip around her wrist. "Evan..." She barely registered how her voice was already so faint and wispy, already so fucking broken, and Evan let out a low groan.
"Jesus Christ, if we hit another fucking red light..." He let out a low growl, and when Camelia's eyes fluttered open for her to look at him, he looked a little lost, a little pissed. A lot turned on, if the hard length of his erection in his jeans was any indication.
Camelia's tongue darted out to swipe her bottom lip, just the sight of Evan's erection enough to make the need burning inside of her flare even hotter. She needed, she couldn't wait, she...
"Baby, what are you...fuck..." Camelia barely heard Evan's strangled groan as she managed to get her pants undone, shoving them down just far enough that she could wedge her hand between her legs.
Her underwear were an annoying barrier, but the moment that she stroked her fingers over the soaked crotch of her panties, she didn't care.
"Fuck...Camelia, baby..." Evan's voice faded in the roar of Camelia's arousal, and she whimpered as she gently teased her fingers over her pussy.
The barrier of her underwear dulled the sensation just enough that it wasn't overwhelming, and her clit throbbed under her fingertips as she rubbed tiny circles around it.
Her hips bucked into her own touch, and she groaned softly.
"Want...more...need..."
Evan's hand pressed against her lower belly, eliciting another whimper from her, and he growled softly as they yanked onto a side street.
Camelia was barely aware of the way that they were barreling down the roads, far quicker than the speed limit allowed, she was sure, but when Evan bit out, his voice tight, "Underwear off, baby.
Let me see my desperate pussy," she didn't care anymore.
She shoved her underwear down until they tangled around her jeans, both caught around her knees and preventing her from spreading her legs as wide as she wanted to.
She knew she had to look a sight, her heat already so much more intense than it had been last time.
Her folds felt swollen, and when she slid her fingers between her legs, she couldn't stop the desperate whimper that she let out as she pressed one finger, then two inside of her.
"There you go, baby. God, you're so fucking desperate, just a little bit longer and we'll be home.
.." Evan's hand wrapped around her wrist, gently encouraging her to fuck her fingers in and out of her pussy as he drove.
Camelia whimpered, trying to spread her legs wider so that her Alpha could see, so that her Alpha could help, but her jeans stopped her, eliciting a frustrated groan.
Evan chuckled, though the sound was tight and sounded slightly unhinged.
"So needy already. This is going to be a long week for you, baby girl.
It's okay, though." He fingers pushed under her hand, teasing tiny circles around her clit and making her moan.
"We'll take good care of you. This desperate pussy will get all the cock it needs, I promise. "
Camelia thrashed her head back and forth against the headrest, Evan's fingers on her slick pussy almost more than she could take. She needed to be naked, she needed James, she needed to be pressed between the two of them so that she could take and lick and fuck...
"Fucking finally..." Camelia barely had the presence of mind to look around and see why Evan cursed, but then the car jerked to a stop and Evan yanked his keys out of the ignition.
The resulting silence was desperately quiet, the only sounds Camelia's shallow breathing and the slick movement of her fingers in and out of her pussy.
Evan's fingers worked her clit for another moment, and the desperate whimper that Camelia let out was swallowed by his lips as he dove across the center console to slam their mouths together.
The kiss was aggressive but somehow not violent, desperate and wanting as if Evan couldn't even wait to get them inside before he had her.
Camelia could relate; she felt the exact same way.
"Evan, please..." She gasped against his mouth as his tongue slipped along her lower lip, teasing her as his fingers worked her swollen clit, and her hips bucked against him as he finally relented, wrapping his fingers around her wrist and pulling her fingers free of her cunt.
"Fuck." He sucked them into his mouth, tasting her slick juices before Camelia could get her hazy mind on board with what they were doing, and the way that his blue eyes blazed into hers made her stomach clench in anticipation.
A drop of sweat slid down her temple as he released her fingers, one at a time, and he growled before he shoved his way out of the car.
Camelia barely had time to unclick her seatbelt before Evan was yanking open her door, all frenzied movement and urgency, and he didn't try to help her out, didn't try to get her to pull her pants up or walk.
He just reached inside and scooped her up so that she settled against his chest, her pussy bare to the freezing air outside as he kicked the door of the car shut and swiftly walked the two of them up to the front door.
Camelia turned her face into his chest, whimpering as he reached for the door. "It's okay, baby," he said, his voice quieter but no less intense. "We'll take care of you."