Chapter 24
Chapter twenty-four
Evan
The smell of eggs cooking and the sizzle of sausage was almost enough to distract Evan from the heavy scent of Camelia's heat.
He hummed as he put the cooked sausages on the plate next to the stove, already piled high with various breakfast foods, and his cock twitched between his legs as he enjoyed the simple pleasure taking care of his Omega.
She was so much more amenable now, willing to listen when James told her that she wasn't eating enough.
Her big, dark eyes were still clouded with need, and her wetness was still slowly dripping out of her like a heady, desperate aphrodisiac, but she'd softly agreed, her entire body pliant as James stroked her from neck to hip.
He looked up at Evan, his gray eyes soft and intense as he nodded. "Make us some food, Ev. I'll take care of her until you get back."
Evan hadn't wanted to leave, but his stomach was aching with hunger, and he knew that Camelia hadn't eaten anywhere near enough since the beginning of her heat.
He trusted James with his life. He knew that he would take care of her, too. They would together.
His stomach twisted a little as he pulled two more pieces of toast out of the microwave, a thought lingering in the back of his mind.
Camelia was an Omega. And he hadn't known; James hadn't known.
In the past, when he'd stumbled on Omegas, it was more than clear to him what they were.
Not just because they all had the same deliciously curvy figures, the same way of walking like they were pure sex on legs meant to tempt him but. ..because he could smell it.
Not their heats, of course. Most Omegas wouldn't go out in public if they were anywhere near their heat, especially if they were Mated; it was too risky.
It was almost impossible for an Alpha to resist the urge to claim an Omega in heat if he stumbled on one – a fact that Evan was now intimately acquainted with – but Evan knew them by the signature waft of hormones that made his instincts perk up and pay attention.
Camelia hadn't pulled his attention in any of those ways, and he was...more than a little confused, if he was being honest with himself.
Not that she hadn't drawn his attention.
A soft moan echoed down the stairs, and Evan's cock twitched again. He gathered the plate of food and held it carefully in his hands as he went up the stairs two at a time, his cock throbbing harder with each step closer to Camelia's room.
It's not her room, she isn't staying here with you guys. This is just a temporary solution to a unique problem, don't get ahead of yourself, Evan...
Evan's pessimistic thoughts faded away when he pushed open the door, still cracked from where he had mostly closed it on his exit, and Evan bit his lip at the sight that presented to him.
James was sitting up on the bed, leaning up against the wall with Camelia on his lap.
His long legs draped across the length of the bed until his feet dangled over the edge, and Camelia's back was pressed firmly against his front, her legs spread wide around his.
His cock was buried deep in her pussy, the position giving Evan a clear view of her swollen, glistening folds as his cock slowly pumped in and out of her.
Evan carefully put the plate of food down, his mind already a hundred miles away from eating, and he walked – no, stalked – over to the pair on the bed,
"Evan," James murmured. His focus lowered as he pressed his nose into Camelia's neck, growling softly as his cock pressed deep inside of her again.
She whimpered, her arms lax at her sides as she allowed him to move her this way and that, however he needed her to have his cock buried in her and sating her heat.
The soft pleasure on her face was almost enough to make Evan lose control all over again.
James' hands stroked up her front, cupping her heavy tits and brushing his thumbs against her brown nipples as Evan shoved his pajama pants down his hips, kneeling on the bed between James and Camelia's spread legs.
Camelia's eyes fluttered open, and the burning desire in their dark depths made Evan's cock twitch. A slow smile spread across his face, and he reached forward, cupping her chin and stroking his thumb across her soft skin.
"Okay, baby?" he asked, keeping his voice pitched low.
She moaned softly, and James pressed a tender kiss to the crook of her neck as she nodded. His long fingers plucked at her nipples, and she squirmed a little as he pulled almost all the way out of her, just the head of his cock resting inside her swollen, reddened folds.
"Hold still, sweetheart," James murmured. He teased her nipples for another second, and she whined softly as her hips jerked, trying to get more of his cock inside of her.
Evan couldn't stop himself from groaning softly at the wanton picture she made, and he lowered himself until he was lying on his stomach, directly between their legs. "We'll take care of you, baby," he rasped.
He leaned down and gently pressed her folds wider with his thumbs, the view making his cock twitch.
She was desperate, her pussy dripping around James' cock and her clit peeking out from under its hood, red and angry-looking.
It twitched at Evan looked at it, and her scent filled his nose, his head, until the only thing that he could think of was taking care of Camelia and giving her everything she needed in that moment.
She gasped as he leaned down, his tongue dragging gently over her clit.
It was gentle, so much gentler than he wanted to be in that moment, but they had all the time in the world.
Her taste was intoxicating, and he continued teasing her clit and folds with his tongue as James sank his cock all the way back inside her again.
"Look at you, sweetheart," James murmured. "Stuffed so full, your sweet clit being taken care of...you're getting exactly what you need, aren't you?"
Camelia whimpered, her clit gently pulsing under Evan's tongue. "Alpha...I need..."
One of her hands snuck down and wound through Evan's hair, and he couldn't stop himself from smiling at her desperation even as he pressed closer to her cunt.
He was mindless, lapping at her folds and clit and taking everything that leaked out of her as James fucked her.
It was heady and desperate, and his cock throbbed to bury itself inside her tight folds again, but he wanted to see James come inside of her first.
"We know what you need, sweetheart," James growled. "Be a good girl and wait, we won't leave you wanting, I promise."
Camelia's grip in Evan's hair tightened, and the desperate whimpers that she let out only made Evan more feral for her, for the both of them.
James started fucking her faster, his cock sinking all the way in and pulling all the way out again as Evan ate her out, and in the back of his mind, Evan marveled at where they were, at what they were doing.
James was...softer with her, somehow. Evan had never seen him with a woman before, of course; he had never been interested.
After what had happened to his mother, the fear of God had been put into him by Drake, and James had never allowed himself to be open enough with the opposite sex to even consider a romantic relationship.
With Camelia, though...James might not be able to see it yet, but Evan could.
Beyond the confusion, beyond the annoyance and the anger at her disrupting the carefully established order of things that James had created for himself, there was something.
Something softer, something a little more vulnerable.
Something that made Evan itch to see what more they could all be. Together.
"There you go, baby," Evan murmured. He pressed a finger inside of her on James' next thrust, the digit stretching her gently alongside James' shaft, and he smirked at the soft keen that she let out. "You can take it. Let your Alphas take care of you."
James let out a shuddering breath, and his cock pulsed in Camelia's pussy as he fucked her faster. He was close, Evan could tell. Just like he could tell that James didn't want it to be over yet.
"Please..." Camelia arched into James' touch, his fingers still tugging on her nipples as he fucked her.
Her hips gyrated against his cock, and Evan pulled back enough that he could watch their joining with vicious, heady satisfaction, his finger thrusting into Camelia's pussy in time with James' cock.
"You want my come, sweetheart?" James pressed another soft kiss to the side of her neck, his tongue flicking out to drag along her skin. "You want to feel your Alpha come inside you?"
She whimpered, nodding as she stretched her neck out.
Her pussy clenched, and Evan watched as more of her juices leaked out, soaking into the increasingly large wet spot underneath her.
His mouth watered, so tempted to lean forward and taste her again, but instead he murmured, "She's ready, James. Don't make the poor girl wait."
James chuckled even as Camelia whimpered and squirmed, and he finally released one of her nipples and reached between her legs to rub her clit, light and quick.
Immediately, her legs started to shake, and he fucked up into her faster as she let out a low, desperate moan and arched against James' check.
"Fuck...fuck, there you go, sweetheart. Come all over my cock, let me feel the pleasure of that desperate pussy, let me feel your heat.
.." James thrust a few more times before his cock sank all the way into her, his testicle drawing up tight as he followed her over the edge.
Evan watched the base of his cock pulse as he came, and he couldn't stop the viciously satisfied smile from stretching across his face as the two of them slowed, and finally stilled as the sounds of their mutual pleasure faded away.
He stroked his hands up Camelia's spread thighs, the soft smile on her face making his heart thump unevenly for a moment.
He gently grabbed her around the waist and pulled her forward, his cock twitching at the wet sound that James' cock made when it slipped out of her pussy.
James watched with heavily lidded eyes, his cock still hard and wet with their combined juices, and Evan gently lay Camelia down on the covers before pushing her legs up and open, exposing her sweet, vulnerable folds to him.
"Let me taste him inside you, baby," Evan murmured. James chuckled, and Evan leaned down to lick a wide stripe across her pussy, relishing the soft sound that Camelia made as he started to eat her out thoroughly, enthusiastically.
"Alpha..." Camelia whimpered, reaching down to tug on Evan's hair again.
He smirked into her dripping folds, pushing two fingers deep inside of her as his tongue flicked her clit. "That's right, baby," he said softly. "Your Alphas. All yours."
She whined softly and nodded, and though Evan was sure that she wouldn't remember most of this time when her heat finally faded, it still felt important to him. Like a lock sliding into place.