Page 194 of Ashley & the A-Listers

“One less thing in the way. For when we want a pack house of our own.”

Cam’s heart leapt in his chest.

If she wanted a house for their pack…

Alpha.

The paparazzi had thrown a wrench in things. Ashley had to leave her job. River was stressed over the movie. Dylan was on high alert. And Cameron…

He was the only one who wasn’t suffering in some way from the explosive news. He had new, better management; he had a pack now. Had this alpha above him.

He couldn’t say he’d change things, not with the taste of Ashley still on his lips.

Not if she was planning a future with him.

He wanted her to know she wasit.

“You’remyalpha,” he breathed.

She purred at the declaration. “I like the sound of that,” she admitted, hips slowing to a deep grind, and Cam tried to pull her in quicker, but it was a lost cause. She was in control.

And he loved it.

“Erase all his marks on me,” he said. “I know you want to.”

She practically snarled before diving back down, hips pausing, and Cam was trapped at the edge of pleasure. Her cunt was perfect around him, and he wanted to rock up into her, needed her to fuck him, to take what she wanted.

But what she wanted was to remove every bit of that beta from his skin, and she did.

With lips and tongue and teeth and smudging fingers, she removed every kiss mark and wiped away every hint of lipstick, until the only thing remaining was the kick of her ginger and red splotches on his skin. His neck and chest and abs, and even a sneaky one on his side.

He whined when she shifted to get that one. He slipped out of her and threaded his fingers through her hair as she nibbled and kissed his skin.

“There,” she said finally, smug as she stared down at him.

He shivered at the heat in her gaze, her mission accomplished.

But Cam still felt like something was missing. His skin was sensitive where she’d teased him in so many places, and he practically ached to feel her teeth in him.

Her mark. Her bond.

“Alpha,” he called out, and Ashley purred at him, sinking back down onto him.

“Fuck,” he groaned, and stroked his hands down her back. She lowered to him, breasts crushed to his chest as she kissed him so sweetly.

“Thank you,” she said softly, nudging his nose with hers.

She tightened around him and Cam huffed before her hips began moving again, fucking herself on him at the pace she wanted. Slow, aching, deep.

It was almost nothing like his heat, and therefore everything.

He couldn’t get enough of her. Was so excited to bring her to set, to show her what he did.

Maybe he’d brought her on this day in particular. Maybe he wanted her to feel a type of way about a beta’s scent on his skin, his kiss marks left behind.

Maybe Cameron wanted Ashley to feel about him the same way he did about her.

The way he felt about River.

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