Chapter 18
Chapter eighteen
Evan
What the fuck, what the fuck. Gotta get help. Gotta call someone. Gotta... fuck.
Evan's inner monologue raged as he watched Camelia bury herself deeper into James' arms, and the accusing stare of his friend made him defensive.
"I just found her like that, James," he growled.
"She was curled up on the ground outside the admin building and looked like she needed help.
I tried to ask what was wrong, and then. .."
And then she flung herself at me and I couldn't not smell her.
Evan swallowed hard, running a hand through his hair as his cock twitched in his pants.
It had been half-hard the moment her sweet scent had filled his nose, and filled to stiff, throbbing fullness the second he had felt her soft form press in his arms. Even seeing her in James' arms now did nothing to calm his raging erection, and he reached down to adjust himself.
"Then?" James's eyes were flinty and accusing as he stood up, one hand sweeping up and down Camelia's back soothingly as he sat on the couch with her still wrapped around him. She was making tiny, sweet sounds as she pressed her nose against his neck, and Evan's fingers twitched to join them.
For him and James to take care of Camelia. Their Omega.
"I smelled her," Evan finally growled. "She's an Omega."
James rolled his eyes a little, but Evan could see that Camelia's scent was getting to him, too.
His hand still stroked comfortingly up and down her back, but there was a tension in his muscles now as he held her.
A shift of her body revealed his erection pressed aggressively down the leg of his jeans, and Evan bit back a vicious hum of approval at the sight.
Claim. Take. Mate. She's yours. Both of yours.
"No shit, Sherlock," James finally muttered, his voice strained. The hand wrapped around Camelia's hip tightened, and she whimpered in pleasure as she shifted closer to him.
"We need...to call someone," James said, gritting his teeth together.
It was clear why, too. Camelia's movement had sat her directly on his erection, and her hips were grinding down against him with tiny movements as she moaned softly.
Her pheromones were so heavy in the air that Evan could practically taste them, and it took everything inside of him to nod and pull out his phone instead of step closer to the pair on the couch and wrap his entire body around them simultaneously.
"Yeah. Her dad...He's a diplomat, I think?
" Evan wracked his brain for any and all information that he had heard or gathered on Camelia since the beginning of the school year.
It was depressingly little – he spent more time wrestling with his own feelings about the woman than actually getting to know her, despite what his father had said – but it was something.
"Fine. Go call him. Tell him what's happening. I'm sure he'll want to come get her so that she's safe." James' voice strangled as Camelia ground her hips against his hard cock again, and Evan turned, already dialing.
Before one or both of us take her for ourselves.