Chapter 25
Chapter twenty-five
Camelia
The end of her heat was near, Camelia could tell.
Her head was a little clearer, she was sleeping a little easier.
She didn't wake up in the middle of the night with her sheets soaked with sweat underneath her, or her pussy so desperate that she couldn't think clearly until James or Evan slid their hard cocks inside of her and made her so, so full.
Not to say that her symptoms weren't still intense. They were. Just...not as intense as before.
Camelia whimpered softly, rolling on the bed and cuddling deeper into the comforter.
James and Evan had both left her that morning to go do.
..something, but Evan had been quick to bring back a big, squishy comforter to tuck around her and keep her comfortable in their absence.
He had kissed her forehead, and the soft, lingering sensation had stayed with her for a long time after he left.
Not that she was sure exactly how long the two of them had been gone. Her sense of time was all sorts of warped; it could have been ten minutes, it could have been three hours.
All she knew was that while she was more comfortable than she had been in days, her skin still itched and was almost too hot for comfort, her hair was uncomfortable where it brushed against her overly-sensitive skin, and her pussy still ached to be filled every fucking second that she was alone.
She needed them. She needed her Alphas.
Camelia groaned softly again, rolling onto her back and kicking the comforter off herself as her hand slid down her body.
She hadn't worn clothes in forever, not since James and Evan had first come to her and given her what her body desperately needed, and her fingers found her swollen clit easily.
Her eyes fluttered closed as she drew slow, tiny circles around it, not wanting to disturb the sensitive bud too much.
It ached, was almost too sensitive from the hormones and the endless fucking and licking and sucking, but she still needed. ..to touch...
She pushed two fingers deep inside herself just as the door to the bedroom opened again, and Evan's scent grew heavier in the air as he walked in.
Camelia arched, peeking out from under her eyelashes at him as her tongue swiped across her lower lip, wetting the dry skin.
His eyes were heavy and amused as they slid down her naked form and settled between her legs, the hard length of his cock twitching obviously under his sweatpants as he watched her fingers slide in and out of her pussy slowly.
"Are we not giving you enough, baby?" he murmured, leaning down.
His nose brushed against Camelia's before he sealed their mouths together in a heated, intimate kiss, and Camelia groaned softly as his hand knocked hers away, replacing her fingers with his own.
She whimpered as his fingers pushed deep inside of her, filling her so much more satisfyingly than her own did, and he hummed in soft satisfaction at the easy way his fingers glided in and out of her clenching walls.
"Such a wet, needy Omega for us," he whispered, his lips brushing against hers as he just barely pulled away.
She arched, trying to chase the kiss, but he chuckled, pulling away further and tugging his fingers free of her pussy.
He was smiling at her when Camelia opened her eyes fully, and he slid his arms underneath her to pick her up bridal-style as she made a soft sound of protest.
"Time to come out of the bedroom, baby," he said quietly. He smiled, holding her close as he turned and carried her out of the bedroom, and Camelia huffed as she buried her nose in his shirt, breathing in his scent.
"Don't wanna," she mumbled. She was almost painfully aware of her nakedness as he carried her down the stairs, but his closeness distracted her from the first tingles of humiliation.
Another hint that her heat was nearing its end.
"Too bad, sweetheart." James' voice was warm and amused, and Camelia peeked over to see him sprawled on the couch with a remote in one hand, clothed in sweats and a black t-shirt.
There were a ton of snacks spread out on the coffee table in front of him, but Camelia ignored them in favor of crawling over to James the second that Evan put her down on the couch.
She straddled him, ignoring the way her wet folds pressed against the fabric of his sweats and immediately started to soak through.
His cock twitched underneath her, and she buried her nose in his neck to soak in his whiskey-leather-bitter smell.
James made a soft rumbling sound of satisfaction, his hand gently stroking up and down her bare back. "You need to get out of that room, sweetheart," he said gently. "It's been days, you need a change of pace."
Camelia wanted to protest, wanted to tell him that she had showered since she had come here and that was plenty of change of pace for her, but instead she relaxed into his body a little more, her hips working against the length of his erection as he continued to hold her.
His hand was soothing against her skin, and it was too hard to argue with one of her Alphas.
They knew best, so...she would just sit out here with them.
Yeah, that sounded okay.
"What are we watching?" Evan's voice was low and soothing, and Camelia felt the couch beside James dip as Evan sat.
Camelia reached out to touch his arm, reassuring herself that he was, indeed, right there, and Evan caught her hand to press a swift kiss to her knuckles.
The tiny gesture made her heart flutter, and she couldn't stop herself from grinding down on James' lap a little more, the friction against her clit making her moan softly.
"Whatever you want." James' hand slid up and wrapped around the back of Camelia's neck, holding her firmly as she slowly worked herself up more and more on his lap, and by the time the emotionally bland opening to some sitcom started playing, Camelia's mind was far away.
She needed one of them to fuck her. She needed it like she needed air. God, it wasn't enough...
"Camelia." Evan's voice was gentle, and his fingers on her jaw made her eyes flutter open. She peeked at him past where she'd buried her face in James' neck, and he smiled at her as he gently thumbed at her chin. "You need to eat, baby."
He gestured at the food that had been laid out behind her, and Camelia shook her head as she rolled her hips against James' cock again, the friction against her clit making her hiss.
"Don't wanna eat, need you inside me," she mumbled.
Which of them she was talking to, she wasn't sure. Either of them, both of them.
Mmm. Yeah, both of them.
Both James and Evan chuckled. James' thumb stroked gently up and down her neck for a moment before Evan smirked at her, a gently mocking expression that made her stomach clench in anticipation. "That can be arranged, baby."
Camelia watched as he shoved his house pants down, freeing the hard length of his cock before James gently lifted her off his lap, turning her around so that her back was against Evan's chest when she was carefully placed there.
Immediately, her legs spread around his and the head of his cock rubbed against her slick folds teasingly, and Camelia's head fell back against Evan's shoulder as his hand stroked down her front before grasping his cock and guiding its length inside of her.
The stretch made her gasp, like it always did, its size particularly intense in this position, and Camelia whimpered as Evan gently pushed her until she was settled all the way down on her lap.
In the back of her mind, the voice of rationality whispered how obscene she must look, her legs spread so wide and impaled on Evan's cock like this, but then Evan's fingers dropped to her clit and started drawing tiny, teasing circles, and that rational voice faded away once again.
God, his cock filled her so good. He knew just how to touch her, how to make the burning urge inside of her fade away, even if it was only just for a second...
"Better?" Evan's lips pressed tenderly to the back of her neck, and Camelia glanced over at James as she clenched down on Evan's cock with a soft whimper and a nod.
He was watching the two of them with a heavy, soft expression of satisfaction on his face.
His left hand was in his lap, casually wrapped around the length of his cock as his eyes stroked down her body, lingering on her nipples and between her legs, and Camelia reached out to him, grabbing his shirt and pulling him close.
He went easily, and he cupped her cheek when their lips met. The kiss was possessive, yes, but soft and tender. It left no question in Camelia's mind of who she belonged to.
These two men had single handedly wrapped her around their fingers with the way they cared for her, the way they worshipped her.
"Food, sweetheart," James murmured against her lips. When Camelia's gaze dropped to his cock, still hard in his pants, he chuckled, shaking his head. "Real food. You can swallow my come later if you want."
The tease made her clench around Evan's cock, and he hummed softly as James reached over and grabbed a bowl of cut fruit from the table.
Camelia's eyes fluttered shut as Evan started to slowly fuck her, sliding down a little further on the couch so that his cock could easily pump in and out of her.
"Be a good little cock warmer and eat what you're given, baby," Evan said softly.
The delicious degradation made Camelia clench and moan again, and James took the opportunity to press a halved grape inside of her mouth.
She chewed, unable to do anything else, and she's rewarded with another delicious circle of Evan's fingers on her clit. Her hips jerked, and she could feel the rumble of his chuckle against her back as his cock eased inside her again.
"There you go, baby. That's how this works. You want to get fucked, you need to eat," he murmured. "We're taking care of you, understand?"
Camelia nodded mindlessly, her lips parting again when James presented another piece of fruit to her lips.
A strawberry this time, and she chewed slowly so as not to choke as Evan set a slow, steady pace.
In and out, his cock filling her completely with each stroke.
Each new piece of fruit that James put to her lips that she accepted rewarded her with another teasing stroke of her clit, and though none of it was enough to get her close to coming, it was enough to soothe the burning ache inside of her, just enough for her to relax.
"There you go, sweetheart." James wrapped one hand around her tit, cupping its heavy weight in his hand as he leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth.
The harsh draw of his lips and teeth against her sensitive flesh made her gasp, and only Evan's arm wrapping firmly around her middle kept her from arching off his lap and falling straight onto the floor.
James didn't comment on her reaction, merely humming and tugging on her other nipple with his fingers.
His tongue teased the sensitive tip of her tit and his teeth gently worried it into an aching point, and Camelia became vaguely aware of the wet sounds that Evan's cock made as it slid in and out of her.
It was almost horrifying, the sounds of their joining, and Camelia shook her head, her mind rebelling against what her body was doing, what her body needed.
"What's wrong, baby?" Evan murmured. He stroked her clit slowly, his cock nudging against her g-spot with each thrust, and Camelia whimpered softly before trying to speak.
"So...wet, Evan...fuck, it's..."
She gently cried out as his fingers started to move faster on her clit. James released her nipple from between his teeth with a gentle 'pop' and Evan chuckled, pressing his lips to Camelia's ear when her head fell back against his shoulder.
"You are, aren't you? Such a wet, greedy pussy for us.
Does that embarrass you, baby?" He kissed her shoulder, not waiting for her to respond before he continued.
"It shouldn't. You're fucking perfect. Made for us, baby.
This wet pussy is everything that we need, and we can take care of you exactly how you need.
Don't you see? Your desperate cunt is exactly where it needs to be right now, filled by mine and James' cocks whenever you want it. "
Camelia groaned again, the sound stifled when James pressed his lips against hers again. His tongue pushed another sweet piece of fruit inside her mouth, but she was too preoccupied by Evan's words and his cock and James' tongue and touch to be too concerned about eating.
Evan...fuck, she hated that what he said felt right. She was exactly where she needed to be, no matter how humiliated she was going to be by this entire experience when her rational mind finally woke up and sloughed off the hormones that were currently turning her brain into soup.
These two men...as complicated as the relationship between the three of them was about to become, they had given her exactly what she needed during this time. They had kept her safe, kept her fucked, kept her fed.
And she would always be grateful for that.