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“You’re not gonna make me work evenmore,are you?” Cam teased, grinding into him.

River rolled his eyes before flipping them, and Cam sank into the plush carpet.

Warmth coursed through him as River crawled atop him. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

10. HOME

RIVER

River pressed Cameron down into the soft cushions, ready to break in this apparently unused nest.

It smelled only faintly of the omega, the blankets still smooth and pristine.

Why hadn’t he been in here? Why now?

He hated the thought of Cam staying in a guest room instead of allowing himself the pleasure of nesting.

“You don’t like the nest?” River asked, interrupting the way Cameron was pressing tender kisses at the wrist beside his head.

Cam nipped at his skin, making River’s pulse leap, before rolling back to center. “I tried it out. Dylan said it would be safer if I took the other bedroom. I didn’t feel strongly enough about it to care.”

“Do you want to go to your room, then?” River asked, even knowing that’d put them sharing a wall with the alpha. The thought made him bristle, and he leaned down to bury his nose beneath Cam’s jaw, his scent strongest here.

Even as a beta, even with Cam on suppressants, if River really tried—like he often did—he could hunt down the scent until it was heavy on his tongue, honey drenched vanilla.

“No. It feels better here now,” he said, voice rumbling against River’s lips.

The admission was a kick to the chest.

“Because of me?” River dared to ask, nibbling up the length of Cam’s neck, burying his nose in his hair.

This was so much better than a voice on the phone. Having Cam here, beneath him, candy between his teeth.

Cam’s breath hitched as River caught his lobe, nibbling.

“Y-yeah,” Cam said, hands clutching his shoulders, dragging down his back before returning, rucking up his shirt. “More like home.”

River paused, huffed, his breath ruffling the hair at Cam’s temple, and felt like his heart was trying to claw from his chest to get closer to him. He was so glad he visited.

“God, I missed you,” River said, voice deep, and pulled back to meet Cam’s gaze, hazel eyes darker than usual and pupils round.

The kiss was desperate, biting, and River cupped his face and held him still, tilted him for his purposes.

They sank together, Cam’s hips parting, cradling him. Chest to chest like this, Cameron seemed to bloom beneath him, his scent sweetening like syrup.

Their cocks nestled against each other, instincts pushing them to grind, desire taking over as the contact inspired sparks, heat.

The hair at the nape of Cam’s neck was still damp, sweaty from his workout, and visions of him on the mat flashed before River’s eyes.

Cam standing strong and tall and intense, ready for anything that alpha would throw at him.

Ashley.

At times she seemed careful not to scent him, pulling her hand away at the last second, as if catching herself. Other times, like today, she was hands-on with her corrections.

River broke the kiss with a gasp, dragging his lips lower, on the hunt. He could tell, catching traces of her citrus along Cam’s chest, his arms and wrists. River didn’t know if he wanted to erase it, replace it with his own scent on the omega, or roll around in it so he smelled like her, too.

He sat up when he reached Cam’s waistband, need striking him like one of the hits that’d taken Cam to the mat.

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