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It’s not your place.

…yet.

Cameron’s hand tangled in her hair as he sought her mouth, breaking her thoughts and pulling her back into the moment.

He whined, each kiss sloppier than the last from the force of River’s thrusts.

“Yes, yes, yes, please—” Cameron chanted, and arched into it. It shifted him, so when they all met, the burst of friction landed right against her clit.

Ashley tensed, pleasure looming, just waiting to crash and sweep them all away.

“River,” she moaned, and the sound of his name on her lips was new, fun.

He liked pleasing them, and he was fucking good at it, and Ashley liked letting him know.

“Just have to—do everything around here—” he panted, and Ashley wanted to grin and laugh at his teasing but she was so close?—

He drove into Cameron, driving them all closer, together, once, twice more. Cameron rolled his hips at the perfect angle, and Ashley splintered.

She came, locking down on Cameron, who followed her with a shout. River fucked them through the aftershocks before he joined them in a messy, exhausted pile.

She curled a hand in his hair and pulled him to her, kissing him softly, nipping at him like an alpha would, giving him her approval.

She purred for them both, and as they all melted into the nest, Ashley felt right at fucking home.

This is where she belonged. With these two, and the alpha who felt very pleased through their bond. A pack.

She wondered if it was too good to be true.

35. AFTERMATH

CAMERON

Once Cameron woke up for the first time in days without the flush of the heat beneath his skin, he breathed a sigh of relief. The breath was filled with the mixed scents of him, Ashley, and River.

Both of them were passed out in the nest. Satisfaction lit up in his brain as he watched the two of them sleep, clearly exhausted.

Cam felt… hungover. Head clear, but tired and sluggish.

His stomach growled.

Quietly, he removed himself from the tangle of Ashley and River and left them sleeping while he grabbed a robe.

The scent of bacon and sausage filled his senses as he cracked the door, and he practically floated out of the nest and down the short hall nose-first.

He found Dylan in the kitchen, standing over the stove with a spatula in hand. The alpha turned to face him before he ever reached the chairs.

“You’re alive,” Dylan said, lips twitching.

“And starving,” Cameron said.

Dylan nodded. “Figured that’d be the case. Pancakes or biscuits?”

“Both?”

Cam settled into one of the barstools as Dylan passed him the syrup. His mouth watered at the scent of the food.

“Ashley and River are still sleeping,” Cameron explained.

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