Chapter 18
Chapter eighteen
Camelia
It was all so much more... more this time. Had Camelia's heat been this intense before she'd gone on the meds? She couldn't remember. All she knew...
Fuck.
Camelia squirmed on her bed, the fabric of her sheets and blankets soft but all too-grating on her overheated, oversensitive skin. How long had it been since she had gone into heat? This was the first time that she had been left alone. She always had one of her Alphas with her, where were they...?
Camelia cracked her eyes open, glancing around.
The light in the room was pale early morning, and after her heart rate spiked at the idea of being left alone, she heard the strain of male voices floating through the open door from downstairs.
She could hear both of them, Evan and James, and a burst of laughter from Evan made her relax a little.
They were still here. They hadn't abandoned her. Evan had promised...but how could she know if he was being honest with her?
Camelia whimpered, sliding a hand between her legs as she squirmed again.
Her pussy felt like it was on fire, and her inner thighs were slick when her fingertips made contact.
It was hard not to push her hand higher, not to shove as many fingers inside her cunt as she could manage to try and soothe the itch that was fucking burning inside of her but. ..
It wasn't what she wanted. She needed her Alphas. One of them. Both of them. She needed them coming inside of her, filling her with their come and warmth and love and breeding her...
Camelia groaned, kicking her covers off. Which of them had thought it was a good idea to cover her with a blanket? She was so fucking hot...
A male voice humming broke her concentration, and she stroked her clit with her fingertips as James walked into the room, holding a plate piled with some fruit and eggs.
He was shirtless, his gray sweats slung low on his hips and revealing the vee of his abdomen, and his gray eyes flashed as he took in Camelia, where her hand was, the way that she was touching herself.
"I was only gone for a minute, sweetheart, you couldn't wait for me to get back?
" James chuckled, setting the plate down carefully before kneeling down beside the bed.
There was something about him that was light, lighter than Camelia had ever seen from him, and the information niggled at the back of her mind.
She was sure that she knew what it was, if she could just fucking think. ..
"James..." she whimpered. "Please..." She reached out and dragged her fingers along his jaw, feeling the roughness of his stubble, and his lips quirked up in a smile as he slid his hand up into her hair, his other hand gently wrapping around one of her tits and squeezing.
"Shh, sweetheart," James said, his voice soft. His fingers stroked her nipple, teasing the sensitive peak before he released her and his hand slid lower. "I'll take care of you, don't worry."
He grasped her wrist, pulling her fingers away from her pussy, ignoring the desperate whimper that Camelia let out.
She watched as he slid one finger into his mouth, then the second, cleaning her slick off as his gray eyes burned into hers.
The sensation of his tongue stroking the pads of her fingers was almost too much, erotic and desperate and painfully arousing, and Camelia squirmed as he released her fingers from his mouth and slid his hand between her legs.
"You need to eat, sweetheart," James said softly. He pushed two fingers deep inside of her before she could respond, and Camelia whimpered at the sensation of being filled. Not enough, not nearly enough, but it was something.
Camelia shook her head. "No food," she mumbled, her tongue feeling thick in her mouth. Her hips jerked against James' touch as he fingered her slowly, his digits sliding smoothly in and out of her dripping pussy. "Just want your cock, Alpha."
He chuckled, his fingers bumping against her g-spot and making her moan desperately before pulling them out altogether. "Food first, then cock, sweet girl," he said, his voice heavy with amusement.
Camelia shook her head again, whimpering as she blindly reached out with one hand, feeling for the hard length of his cock where it was straining against his sweats.
If she were in her right mind, she would be embarrassed by how bold, how forward she was being.
Even in the weeks since her last heat, she had never.
..approached James like this. She was always the acted upon, not the instigator.
The way that James' pupils blew wider and the low growl that he let out when her fingers brushed against his cock made her want to rethink that stance. Even in her cloudy, heat-riddled mind, she felt her arousal surge at the power that simple touch seemed to have over her Alpha.
"Camelia..." James let out a low groan as her fingers wrapped around his cock, his length twitching under her hand as she stroked it slowly.
"Please. Alpha, James, God, I need you..." Camelia's pussy clenched around nothing, and James huffed out a low breath that was equally as desperate as Camelia felt.
"Okay, sweetheart. Plan B." He grabbed her wrist firmly and pulled it away from his cock, and a moment later he grasped Camelia under the arms and hauled her up, arranging her so that she straddled him as he sat on the bed and leaned against the headboard.
Immediately, Camelia leaned in, dragging her tongue up the column of his throat and moaning at his taste.
He tasted like salt and soap, his hair damp from a shower that he had clearly taken while he was away from her.
It made her pussy clench, and she whimpered as she ground down against his cock.
She was vaguely aware of her juices soaking through his sweats, but the pressure against her clit zinged pleasure through her entire body, and she didn't fucking care.
"Up, sweetheart. Come on, just let me..." James groaned softly as he urged her upwards, shoving his sweats down until his cock sprang free. Camelia moaned as he positioned his cock underneath her, and she slid down onto his length with one smooth, slick motion that made James hiss out a breath.
"There you go." He stroked her cheek with one hand as she settled fully against him, and Camelia whimpered as she leaned into his touch.
He was watching her with half-lidded eyes when her eyes fluttered open, and she turned her head to press a kiss against his palm.
Her heart squeezed at the need, the intense emotions in James' eyes, and he reached out for the plate that he'd brought into the room.
"Come on. Open up." He pressed a grape to her lips, wrapping his arm around her waist and holding her still when she tried to squirm down against his cock. He chuckled. "Give a little, needy girl." His gaze softened a little. "Let me take care of you, sweetheart. Please."
The gentle plea in his voice made Camelia part her lips and let the food in, despite the need that still simmered inside of her.
The grape was sweet and crunchy, and a smirk touched James' lips as she swallowed.
He rewarded her with a slow roll of his hips, his cock stroking her dripping insides and making her whimper.
"See? That's how this works, Camelia. You eat, I fuck you." His voice teased, and he pressed another grape to her lips as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to her neck. Camelia obeyed the prod of his fingers mindlessly, tilting her head back as he thrust up into her again.
"Smell so fucking good, sweetheart," James mumbled, dragging his tongue up her neck and nipping at her jawline. "Mine."
"Yours, Alpha," Camelia gasped. She was riding him in earnest now, rising and falling on his cock with rhythmic rolls of her hips. Each stroke of his cock rubbed against her g-spot, and her clit throbbed as James continued to feed her tiny bits of fruit.
"Fuck...there you go. Such a good girl, look at you.
Such a nice, wet hole for me." James nipped at her ear, and Camelia groaned, the filthy words making her clench and move faster.
She chewed on a strawberry, and let out a choked moan as James pressed one hand between them, his fingers finding her swollen clit with ease.
"Please...Alpha, I need..." Camelia's head fell against James' shoulder, and she whimpered as he gave up the pretense of feeding her, his arms tightening around her.
He fucked her, his cock fucking up into her pussy slow and deep, and Camelia was vaguely aware of the mess that she was making.
Her pussy was sloppy and wet and made humiliating sounds with each stroke, and she moaned helplessly as James' fingers worked her clit and shoved her body towards an orgasm.
"Come on, sweetheart. I want to feel you come around me." A drop of sweat slid down the back of Camelia's neck, and she nodded, whimpering and thrusting back down against him as best she could with his tight grip on her. Her clit throbbed under his fingers, and she was so close, so fucking close...
"Please," she whimpered, mindless as her Alpha fucked her.
His scent filled her nose, and she felt so fucking safe with his arms wrapped around her.
She was full, her heat satisfied by his cock pounding into her, and she knew that he would take of her, that he and Evan wouldn't leave her to suffer this time. ..
"Come for me, sweetheart. Let me feel this needy little pussy squeeze me. Gonna fill your desperate cunt up, making drip with me and Evan, make such a fucking mess out of you, Camelia..."
Camelia gasped, her body seizing under his fingers as a final thrust against her g-spot pushed her over the edge.
Her moans were desperate and shameless, and her head fell back as she dangled limply in James' grip, riding out the waves of her orgasm.
She was vaguely aware of him fucking up into her hard and fast until he came with a long, low groan, and the sensation of his come filling her only made the waves of her orgasm longer. Looser. More pleasurable.
"So good, James," Camelia mumbled. Her eyes fluttered open, and she saw Evan standing in the open doorway of the bedroom, his blue eyes intense as he watched the two of them.
She didn't know when he had come upstairs, how long he had been watching the two of them, but her stomach clenched at his presence, and she pouted as she looked at him.
He chuckled, walking into the room. "Finish eating, baby girl, and then you can have my cock too."