Page 147 of Ashley & the A-Listers

“Please… uh—fuck.” He had to shake his head to clear it. “Please,alpha,” he whined.

His begging worked. River’s pace remained steady, taking him deep, deeper. His throat flexed around him as he swallowed, and Cam tensed all over.

River moaned, and the sound rumbled around him and Cam arched beneath him asfinally?—

He cried out as he came, pleasure arcing through him like branches of lightning. His hands slipped from River’s hair so he didn’t pull too hard, and River swallowed around him as Cam spilled down his throat.

In the aftermath was… silence.

Except for the sound of their breath, the whisper of the blankets, there was quiet.

River’s cheek was hot on Cam’s thigh, and he carded a hand through his hair, petting, thankful. Cam’s mind was blissfully blank, and he was already sleepy.

Lazy, as River liked to call it.

“You take such good care of me,” Cameron said, so softly the words were barely there. They came like a revelation, but it wasn’t a surprise to Cameron. River had always been attuned to his needs, even as a beta. Showing uphere,months before the shooting, just so they’d have more time together. Buying all these lovely things for the nest to make it feel like home.

“My favorite thing to do,” River confessed, and laid back down beside him. “Think you can sleep now?”

Cam gave a mournful glance at River’s hard length, trapped behind his lounge pants. “You don’t want me to return the favor?”

River chuckled, shaking his head. “Better save it. Something tells me you’re going to be a handful.”

As if given permission, Cam’s eyelids grew heavier, even as a smile curled his lips. “Which is different from my other heats, how?”

“Exactly,” River said pointedly, and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I’ll get something to clean us up with.”

As if it would matter in the long run. But he let River escape and drowsily listened to a cabinet open, running water. He distantly felt the nest dip as River returned, and Cam hummed as he wiped the remaining slick off his thighs, the cloth warm.

When River crawled under the blankets, Cam crowded him, tucking his face in River’s neck and inhaling his scent.

Sleep followed soon after, and Cam both dreaded the fog of heat and anticipated all the pleasure that would follow.

Warmth slowly dragged him to wakefulness, the balmy comfort of sleep fading into… heat.

He was sweating. His skin was itchy, and the blankets felt nowhere near as perfect as they had when he’d fallen asleep on them.

But he smelled his favorite person, and a quiet, soft whine sounded in his throat before he chased the scent, his nose running up River’s bicep and sinking into the hollow of his throat.

“Morning,” River rasped.

Cam didn’t feel a bit of guilt over waking him up.

“Almost there, huh?” River asked, and Cam nodded.

“Want breakfast before?”

Cam shook his head. He wasn’t hungry.

Not yet, anyway.

He was hard, but the arousal wasn’t demanding his attention; it was just there.

It would ramp up in a few hours, but for now he was floating in limbo.

“What toys did you buy me?” Cam asked.

River blinked sleepily up at him, and his heart seized. To keep him from getting up, Cam crawled atop him.

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