Page 148 of Ashley & the A-Listers

“Never mind,” Cam said, and brushed his hand through River’s hair, petting. He kissed him good morning. It was soft, a greeting, a token of affection.

River circled him with his arms, holding him, cuddling.

“I love this part,” River said. “When you’re all cuddly and sweet.”

“As opposed to what?” Cam asked, humor curving his lips already.

River only chuckled.

Cam laid his head on his chest and sighed. On his next inhale he still caught traces of Ashley, lightly coating them both, since they’d slept on her blanket. He sought her scent as much as he did River’s, sinking into the comfort of it, wishing he didn’t have to huff it from a pile of thread?—

Cam blinked his eyes open, gaze falling to the rainbow blanket beneath River’s shoulder.

Do I want her here?

No, no. They’d never brought another person into his heat before. River always sated him, between the toys and the stamina the heat gave them both.

But the idea of Ashley, here, in his nest? A thrill went through him, making his omega sit up and pay attention.

Cameronalwayswanted River.

Was it so bad if maybe, just maybe, he wanted her too?

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The soft cuddly bit did not last for much longer.

Before long, Cam’s fever hit. He was restless, itchy, needy.

River was there. A comfort. Offering his touch and taste and scent.

Cam took it all and demanded more. A haze of need and pleasure.

It was hot. So hot. In the room, beneath his skin. He ached and he wanted and heneeded.

He buried his face in River’s neck, the familiar, comfortable scent of late nights and scribbles hard to find on his beta skin.

He lapped at the skin, the taste closer to what he sought, as he tried to pull River closer, but they were already as close as they could be.

River, deep inside him, above him, around him. Cameron was attached to him, chest to chest, hips barely moving as the latest orgasm faded, barely dousing the inferno of the heat.

His body tightened, arched, the fake knot River wore snug within, but he still craved more.

At first it had been enough, quenching the craving, but the waves were no longer slowing down. They were arriving in increasing frequency, and it was wearing on River.

He was just one man, one beta.

One very sweaty, red-faced, pleasure-drenched beta with his hands on Cam’s hips, dragging him closer, offering his neck for Cameron to lose himself in.

Cameron loved him, but every cell in his body screamed for what an omega was built for: a knot.

An alpha.

Any alpha.

Even the one on the other side of the door was smelling alright. Fresh-cut grass and green and sunshine.

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