Chapter 21
Chapter twenty-one
Camelia
Camelia was barely aware of herself, barely aware of where she was or what she was doing. How long had passed? How long had she been in this room?
"Fuck..." She tossed her head back and forth, whimpering. Her bra itched, and her pussy was chafing against the fabric of her underwear. She had long since shed her jeans, but her underwear remained.
Too much time couldn't have passed, then. She would be fully naked if it had.
God, this is the worst that it's been in.
..years. The voice in the back of Camelia's head was fading slowly as more time passed, and eventually she would be all heat, all instinct.
The fact that she still clung to some semblance of her rationality told her that she wasn't in the full throes of her cycle. Not yet.
The doorknob rattled, and Camelia's heart pounded.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she watched as the door slowly opened and James poked his head through.
His blonde hair was slightly disheveled and his eyes glassed over the second that Camelia's scent hit him with full force, but he tightened his jaw and stepped into the room with a heaping plate of food.
Camelia didn't feel hungry, but her stomach grumbled as he walked further into the room.
"You need to eat, Camelia," James said quietly, setting the food down on the bedside table. He sat next to her on the bed, and the second his Alpha scent filled her nose, Camelia groaned and sat up.
She plastered herself on his lap before he could move more than an inch, her nose pressed into his neck as she whimpered and straddled him more fully.
His erection was obvious in his soft flannel pants, and he groaned as she ground down against him.
Her panties had long since soaked with her juices and the sodden fabric did nothing to hide her desperation or the way she immediately started to soak into the fabric of his pants.
"Don't need food," she mumbled. "Need you. Need...fuck...need." Her voice broke on a pathetic whine as her hips ground against his cock again, and James' hands came up to clasp her hips firmly, stilling their movement as he dragged in a ragged breath.
"Fuck. I...I can't, sweetheart, you know that. Rational you knows that." His voice broke, and Camelia dragged her tongue up the column of his throat, her senses tingling at his proximity. Just him being close was making her wetter, making her want more, making her need him...
"Need, James, please..." Camelia mumbled, pressing her mouth against his skin again.
His scent was hottest, the most overwhelming at his pulse, and she moaned delightedly at the feeling of his heart pounding under her tongue.
It was rapid, betraying his desire, and his cock twitched at the attention as his fingers flexed against her hips.
"God, I can feel how wet you are..." James groaned again as Camelia ground against his cock, as much as she could with his tight grip on her hips. His scent grew thicker as his cock twitched, and Camelia nodded mindlessly.
"Need...full...please...Alpha..."
Her pussy clenched and she whimpered, and he released one of her hips to clamp his hand over the back of her neck, stilling her movement. She pressed her lips to his pulse again, feeling it pound, his scent heavy around her as she sucked in deep, cleansing breaths.
"There...you go," James gritted out. "Breathe me in, sweetheart.
Just relax. It'll...it'll be okay." He sounded like he was barely in control of himself, and his fingers dug into her hip so hard that Camelia was sure there would be bruises at some point.
She couldn't feel the pain, though. All of that was obliterated by the heat, the haze of desire, the overwhelming need.
His scent filling her nose was enough to make her muscles relax a little, some of the tension draining away as she whimpered softly.
Her pussy clenched, and she desperately wished the two of them were naked.
She wanted to feel his skin against hers, feel his cock nudging up against her soaked entrance. She needed...
"Please..." The plea was broken and breathless, and James groaned softly before he shifted her off his lap and gently detached himself from her.
"I can't, Camelia," he said, his expression painfully torn. The desire was there, his gray eyes dark and hot as they looked at her, but so was the hesitation. The fear of crossing a boundary.
It was such an odd expression on his normally cocky, intense face that it almost distracted Camelia from the crushing disappointment of him leaving her alone in the room. Again.
"Please..." he murmured, running a hand through his hair and making the blonde strands stand up even more. Camelia suddenly had a very clear idea of what had mussed his hair so badly.
"Please, just...eat. You need to eat." He looked pointedly at the food that he had brought her before he turned and made his way out of the room again. Camelia heard him distinctly curse under his breath in the hallway once the door was closed, and she whimpered softly at the pain of his absence.
She needed an Alpha. Why were both of the ones in the house with her rejecting her?