Page 159 of Ashley & the A-Listers

She gripped his shoulder, holding tightly and arching into it as River kissed her and Cameron teased.

Ashley, in the past, had been a one-on-one-partner kind of alpha, but this… was opening a whole new world of possibilities.

The kiss broke with a shared gasp, and she blinked slowly at the pair of them.

All hers, for the moment. Both of them.

Something felt sorightat the thought, her jaw tensing with the need to make it permanent, real.

But Ashley was the alpha. Cameron was depending on her to take care of him through this heat, and that’s what she’d do.

No. Biting.

“Well. If that was a preview, I can’t wait to see the whole feature,” River murmured, gaze heavy.

Ashley’s mouth fell open as she sank down onto Cameron for the first time, a palm against his chest, River still at his back.

She rocked down into his lap, seating him as deep inside her as he’d go.

“Holy—christ,” Cameron snapped, dimple winking as he grit his teeth.

“The lock?” River asked, mouthing at his neck.

Cameron nodded, and Ashley had to admit, River whispering filthy nothings into Cameron’s ear as he watched her was about the hottest thing she’d ever experienced.

His eyes were so dark and absolutely trained on her as she began to move, breasts swaying with each bounce, at least when they weren’t captured in Cameron’s hands.

“So tight,” Cameron whined, hips trying to rock into her.

She clenched her muscles just to tease him, and his whine choked off into a moan.

He wasn’t quite as big as Dylan, which was honestly all for the best, because they were going to be at this for a while.

Even as Cameron whined and begged for her despite having her already, he was still so much more coherent than she’d heard omegas could be during heat.

Which meant this wasn’t even the peak of it.

This was just the start.

“A whole week of this,” she said, shaking her head at the idea of it. “No work.”

“No cameras,” River added.

“Just us,” she continued, pressing into her knees to slide herself up Cameron’s length. “This,” and she lowered back down, ass meeting the top of his thighs.

“Again… and again.” She paired each word with another bounce.

Each time he filled her felt just as good as every withdrawal, until she was moving in one fluid pace, head tilted back with it, cunt threatening to lock each time.

Cameron’s brow was furrowed, his golden skin sheened with sweat, abs and thighs tensing as he attempted to buck his hips up. She’d seen him shirtless plenty of times in the gym, but he truly was a work of art—a perfect, defined V at the base of his hips, a slim waist, and broad shoulders.

She reminded herself he was an actual movie star.

Here, beneath her, he was just Cameron, and he was beautiful.

He arched his head back, resting it on River’s shoulder. The beta smirked at his distress, meeting her gaze as she moved, and with their eyes locked, River parted his lips and curved them around his throat.

Her mouth went dry as she watched, knowing the events that would follow and unable to avert her attention.

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