Epilogue
Camelia
"Welcome to our most humble of humble abodes, for the next two weeks," Evan announced grandly as he shoved open the front door of their rental. He turned to look at Camelia and James, his smile wide and his eyes warm, and he gestured around him. "May we never want to leave."
Camelia giggled, and she saw James shaking his head out of the corner of her eye as the two of them followed Evan into the house. Though house was the understatement of the fucking century.
Evan had decided that they needed to take some time, just the three of them together, after the graduation ceremony that would set the three of them free into the adult world.
Camelia's new job had been more than happy to set her start date a little later than they had initially wanted, especially when she had hedged at the fact that it was for health reasons, rather than anything casual or frivolous.
She hadn't been lying, necessarily. Yes, it was a much needed vacation after a long spring semester, but graduation had happened to fall right before her heat was supposed to start.
"It's beautiful, Ev," James said, his voice soft. He smirked a little as he looked around, and Camelia smiled at him as she stepped close, wrapping her arms around his middle and laying her head against his shoulder.
The trust that Evan's family had set up for James had been enough to pay for his entire degree several times over, not just a semester.
James had tried to return what he didn't need, insisting that he had just needed enough to finish school, but Chris and Adriana had refused to hear of it.
They had set him up with an accountant who could manage the finances, and James was officially a part of the one percent, no matter how vehemently he insisted that he didn't need it.
He hadn't heard from his father since their last conversation, either, which was truly the point of it all. Her Alpha was free to be who he wanted, how he wanted.
With her, with Evan.
Warmth prickled on the back of Camelia's neck as James wrapped his arms around her, and he dropped a kiss to the top of her head. She nuzzled up against his neck, her skin already growing tight and more sensitive.
Her heats weren't an exact science, but all other factors isolated, it was pretty close. And Evan had insisted on this vacation for more than one reason.
Not just because of Camelia's heat, but her other condition as well.
Evan strode up to James and Camelia, his blue eyes darkening as he approached. He smoothed his hand over the top of Camelia's head, and she sighed softly as she leaned into the touch.
"Already starting, baby?"
"Mm." Camelia brushed her lips against James' pulse, standing on her tiptoes to reach it, and she whimpered a little when she felt Evan press close to them.
His warmth was a comforting cocoon against her back, and she tilted her head to the side when Evan nosed down her neck, his breath maddening where it brushed against her skin.
"God, you smell so fucking good, baby," Evan murmured. His tongue dragged up the side of her neck, lingering on her pulse, and Camelia groaned softly as she sagged in James' grip. His arms tightened around her, keeping her upright, and her mind clouded a little.
No matter how many times they did this together, it never got old. Them taking care of her. Wanting her. Loving her.
"Come on, baby girl," Evan murmured, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. "Upstairs. Everything is ready up there."
"Mm." Camelia didn't protest, instead wrapping her legs around James' waist when he reached underneath her and picked her up.
She buried her face in his neck, and James chuckled as he turned and followed Evan through the house.
Camelia didn't look around, didn't check out the home that they were going to be staying in for the next few weeks like she ordinarily would have.
She was too busy rubbing her nose up and down James' neck, scenting that bitter-whiskey smell that she loved so fucking much, and desperately trying to ignore the way that she was already soft and hot and wet between her legs.
She wasn't gone quite yet. She still had most of her mental faculties, and she needed to hold onto them for just a little while longer. Just long enough for her Alphas to Mate her, and then she could succumb to her heat and the week-long fuckfest she needed.
But this early stage, these first few hours where her hormones were ramping up and the sensation of pain was dulled, this was when Evan had decided they would Mate her.
To make her more comfortable, to make sure that she could still consent to it before she couldn't think of anything other than her empty pussy and their cocks.
Camelia had insisted that it didn't matter when, that she wasn't going to change her mind, but it had been touching that Evan had been so insistent on being ethical in this last barrier between the three of them. It reminded her of her first heat. What she could remember of it, anyway.
Camelia was barely aware when Evan opened the bedroom door ahead of them, and then shut it behind James when he walked in with Camelia.
Her hips were working in tiny movements against James' lower belly, seeking friction, and James chuckled softly as he set her down on top of a soft bed, untangling her legs from around him.
"Soon, sweetheart," he murmured.
He sealed their mouths together in a kiss before Camelia could protest the wait, and she melted under his touch. His hand slid around the back of her neck, holding her in place, and she whimpered, her increasingly sensitive skin tingling as his thumb brushed gently over her pulse.
She heard Evan putting down their bags, and then the bed dipped behind her as he crawled close. "We're here for you, baby, I promise," he murmured.
Camelia broke the kiss with James, only to turn her head so that Evan could press their mouths together in turn. His tongue slid along her lower lip, coaxing her mouth open so that he could plunder it deeply. Taking, seducing. Never more than Camelia wanted to give, but just fucking enough.
"Alpha..." Camelia breathed. Her mind was fogging. She wanted them to fuck her. Knew that there was something that they needed to do before she could have their cocks...
"Lets get you out of these clothes, sweetheart," James murmured, his hands falling to the hem of her shirt. He tugged, and Camelia lifted her arms so that her loose tank could be pulled over the top of her head. "Make you a little more comfortable, yes?"
Camelia nodded, lifting her hips when James tugged on her pants, kneeling down between her legs to pull them down and off along with the slippers that she'd worn to travel.
She wasn't wearing a bra or underwear; hadn't seen the point, knowing that her heat was approaching, and the two articles of clothing were the only barrier between her and being fully naked, in her Alpha's arms.
"So pretty," James murmured. He pressed a kiss to the inside of her knee, his fingers teasing up her thighs and brushing against her pelvic bone. Camelia's hips bucked, and Evan chuckled.
"Not so fast, baby girl. Let James have a taste, hmm?
" He reached down and hooked his hands under her knees, pulling her firmly against his chest as he spread her thighs nice and wide.
His grip was firm, and Camelia squirmed a little as James leaned close, inhaling deeply before his tongue darted out to flick against her clit.
"So desperate already, sweetheart," he murmured.
His gray eyes were dark when he looked up at her, and the sight of his tongue slowly sliding through her folds was almost more of a tease than the sensation itself.
It was a taunt, a tease that he knew that she couldn't fight. That she didn't want to fight.
She just wanted to give them fucking everything.
"He looks so pretty between your legs, baby girl," Evan murmured, gently worrying her ear between his teeth. His breath was hot and seductive against her skin, and Camelia whimpered as James dragged his tongue up through her dripping folds again. "Does that feel good?"
Camelia nodded. The itch inside of her was growing, but she had a sudden burst of mental clarity. Probably the last one she was going to have until her heat was over.
She turned to face Evan, brushing her lips against his cheek.
"I want you inside of me when you Mate me," she said, her voice soft but sure.
James paused between her legs, his eyes burning into her when she glanced down.
She reached down, sliding her fingers through his blonde hair, gratified when he leaned into her touch.
"Both of you. Please...make me yours. Completely. "
Evan huffed out a breath, his fingers twitching where he held her thighs wide.
His cock twitched against her lower back, still trapped in his jeans, and his voice was low when he spoke in Camelia's ear.
"Are you sure, baby? You can change your mind.
Any time. You're already ours, you don't need to. .."
Camelia shook her head. "I'm fucking sure." Her voice was a little breathier, and she could tell that it wasn't going to be much longer before she couldn't think, couldn't focus, couldn't breathe beyond how much she needed them. "Don't ask again, Evan. Just make me yours. Mate me."
James groaned at her declaration. "She's sure, Ev.
God, she's fucking sure. She wants us." He leaned forward and sealed his lips around Camelia's clit, sucking the sensitive bud between his teeth and making Camelia let out a long, low whine.
She throbbed and clenched, and James' fingers teased at her entrance before pushing inside.