Chapter 20
Chapter twenty
Evan
As soon as Camelia's breathing slowed and steadied with sleep, James carefully extricated himself from their tangle of limbs and disappeared down the hallway.
Evan watched him, gently stroking Camelia's bare back as he heard the faucet in the bathroom turn on, and then off before James appeared back in the bedroom.
His cock was still hard and heavy between his legs despite the orgasm that he'd just had, and Evan's cock twitched with interest despite the exhaustion that was pulling at his limbs.
Evan reached out his hand when James hesitated. "Come back here, pet." His voice was heavy and satisfied, and he smiled softly when James wordlessly obeyed the order, sliding back into his spot behind Camelia and cuddling close to her.
"Good boy." Evan brushed his hand over James' hair, damp with sweat, and James hummed softly as he buried his nose in the crook of Camelia's neck.
Evan could relate to the urge. The scent of her heat and hormones were heavy around them, thick and sweet and intoxicating, and if Evan could bottle the scent up to carry around with him at all times, he would.
It made his stomach twist with affection and possession for the Omega between the two of them, and he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head, feeling the heat of her skin under her hair and sighing.
She was still warm, but her body temperature was dropping. She probably wasn't aware of it yet, still lost to the need as she was. But the heat was almost done, this time around. Another day, maybe thirty-six hours more, and she would be in control of herself again.
James made a soft, contented sound as he pressed a kiss to the bruise that he'd left on Camelia's shoulder.
Evan could tell that he wanted to say something, that there was something on his mind, but Evan didn't want to push.
Despite the exhaustion that weighed his body down like sand, his mind was whirring and brightly, intensely alert.
It wasn't long before James spoke, his voice soft and tentative between them. "Mating. She said Mating, Ev."
Evan sighed. He had heard it too, and he would be lying if the way that she had sounded, the desperate plea for them to breed her and mark her as theirs wouldn't be living in his head rent-free for a long, long time.
"I know she did." His heart squeezed, and he swallowed hard as James made a soft sound.
"I..." There was an audible gulp, and when James spoke again, his voice was so quiet that James could barely hear him over Camelia's gentle breaths. "I want to, Ev. I want it so fucking badly I can't stand it."
Evan bit the inside of his cheek, stopping himself from blurting out the words that were on the tip of his tongue.
Mating, the final bonding act between Alphas and Omegas.
It wasn't a formal legal process or anything, as much as there were some legislators who would like it to be.
It was more primal than that, a way of bonding on an instinctual level, a hormonal one.
A bite from an Alpha that broke an Omega's skin would link them together, making them closer.
More bonded, more connected than standard Alpha and Omega pairs.
It was an intense experience, from what Evan understood, and one that wasn't well known.
The rarity of Omegas made it difficult to ethically study and understand the Mating process, and beyond that, Alphas and Omegas were rarely public about the exact status of their relationship.
Evan had stumbled on one dark web blog written by an Omega, detailing her experiences with her Mated Alphas, and that was the only reference that he had for the process and experience.
If he understood correctly...it was more than just an emotional bond.
It was physiological, increasing hormones and making Omegas more submissive and Alphas more virile.
There were even hints that there was a component of psychic connection there as well, a type of emotional reading beyond the pull that Alpha and Omega pairs already felt towards each other. ..
It almost sounded like more than Evan was ready for. More than he could handle.
And yet...he wanted it too. Wanted to take the Omega between him and James and bond her to them in the most permanent way that he could, make it so that she couldn't escape either of them ever again, even if she wanted to.
It was primal, the urge, and so intense that it sparked a hint of fear low in his belly alongside the arousal and desire.
"I know," he finally said, closing his eyes. Camelia shifted slightly between them, pressing her cheek against Evan's chest as she sighed. Her body was relaxed for the moment, and Evan reached up to cup her cheek, stroking his thumb over her smooth skin.
There were several seconds of silence, then, "Are you afraid?"
James' voice was low but open, and Evan's heart thumped unevenly.
It was difficult for him to open up in this way, even to James.
He always took the leading role in their relationship, the forward position in making sure that everything was okay.
James had so much volatility built inside of him that Evan never wanted to burden him more than he already was.
He wanted to take weight away, not add to it.
But right now, in this moment, Evan knew that James was there for him. Always was, even if Evan never felt like he could lean on the support. "Yeah, a little," he whispered. "Aren't you?"
For a moment, it didn't seem like James was going to respond to him.
He breathed in the crook of Camelia's neck, but then he looked up at Evan, his gray eyes bright in the moonlight that filtered in through the window.
"No, I...I don't think so, Ev. I love her.
" He chewed his lower lip for a moment, his gaze not leaving Evan's face.
"I love you. I don't want to be without either of you. "
The confession was soft and even more intense than it had been the first time that James had stated it, and Evan's heart swelled.
He stopped stroking Camelia's hair, reaching out and cupping James' chin.
He stroked the roughness of the other man's stubble, and he swallowed.
"What about your dad? You know he would never. .."
James shook his head, a new determination falling over his face. "I don't care, Ev." He looked down at Camelia, leaning his cheek into Evan's palm. "I don't care," he said again, so softly.
Pride swelled in Evan's chest, and he tightened his grip on James' jaw.
"I'm proud of you," he said softly. As expected, James flinched a little and tried to pull away, but Evan didn't let him, instead continuing to speak, keeping his voice low so as not to wake Camelia.
"I know that you'll probably have setbacks, and there will be times when you don't feel like you're strong or you can do it.
But you are so much better than your father, James, and I am proud that you want to finally be done with him.
He doesn't deserve you, and he never has. "
For a moment, Evan swore that he saw the glimmer of tears in James' eyes at his words.
Then he blinked, and the shimmer was gone, and James sighed as he rested his head against the pillow.
He hummed a low sound and his free hand slid down Camelia's hip, dipping between her legs and making her moan softly in her sleep.
"I can feel us dripping out of her, Ev," he murmured, his voice heavy with satisfaction and sleep. "So wet and full and messy. I love it."
Evan bit back a soft groan at James' words, releasing his face so that he could push his hand lower too.
His fingers met James' where they were teasing Camelia's sodden folds, and his cock twitched at the thick wetness that he felt there.
His come, James' come. Camelia's slick. All mixing together and leaking out of her used holes in a way that left no question of who the Omega belonged to.
She was theirs.
Camelia squirmed a little as Evan's fingers brushed against her clit, her legs spreading to let them in. "Empty," she mumbled.
Evan chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead, tasting the salt of her sweat. "It's okay, baby girl. Hold on."
He reached between her legs and wrapped his hand around the hard length of James' cock, ignoring the sharp intake of breath that the other man gave as Evan stroked him once, and then positioned the head of his cock at Camelia's swollen entrance.
"Fill our girl up, James," he murmured. "Otherwise she won't sleep. "
Evan squeezed James one more time, making the man moan softly, and then pulled his hand away to stroke Camelia's thigh as James sank fully inside of her. Both of them sighed, and Camelia snuggled back into Evan's chest, her muscles looser in sleep.
"Get some sleep, James," Evan said, his eyes already closing. He gently cupped James' testicles, stroking them with his fingertips as James settled, and the soft sound of pleasure and assent that James made was more than enough for Evan to finally let go and drift off to sleep himself.