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Each little pant and moan told River just how close Cameron was again. Each smack of their hips was loud from the slickness, Cam’s last release dripping between their legs, soaking into the nest. And each thrust was a testament to River’s control, dragging him closer and closer to the edge.

He had to fight to keep his rhythm steady, but it was a losing battle.

“Come with me baby, come on,” River gasped, hips swinging to plunge his cock deeper, feeling Cam squeeze around him as if trying to keep him inside.

Cam’s noises were loud and unhinged, and his scent was sweet and thick, not only in River’s nose but on his tongue, and he leaned down to nudge his nose against Cam’s neck. He lapped up the length of it, swallowing his taste once more.

He thought of Ashley, the way her scent paired with Cam’s now, even overpowering the sweetness with her citrus. They went as well together as he’d thought, maybe feared.

He thought of the way Cam didn’t even like alphas—except her.

He didn’t know if he hated Cam’s affection for her or wanted to encourage it.

Mine.

River’s pace stuttered, and Cam cried out as he tilted his hips, hitting particularly deep, and that was it.

Lightning struck, and River practically growled, biting hard at Cam’s shoulder as he came, spilling inside Cam with his pleased cry in his ear.

Mine.

River rocked his hips slower, feeling Cam quiver around him, his third release dripping freely between them, messy and perfect.

Cam’s head dropped to the nest, eyes fluttered closed, mouth rounded with each breath.

They collapsed together, and River framed his face, nipping and plucking at Cam’s lips with his own.

Eventually they floated down together and Cam’s eyes blinked open again, a lazy grin on his face.

“Well. I’d say this nest smells pretty nice, now.”

River was far too pleased to hear that, and buried a suddenly shy grin in Cam’s shoulder.

When he lifted up again, he noticed a reddish-purple bruise on Cam’s shoulder, cheeks flushing.

“Oops,” River said, brushing a thumb over the mark. “Sorry,” he said, but it felt like a lie.

“Don’t be,” Cameron said, smug in his own right, and shrugged that same shoulder. “We’re not shooting right now.”

Something in River rose up, possessive and curious and… needy.

Cameron may not be shooting, but there would be people who would see. Dylan, Ashley.

This omega bearing his mark proudly in front of those alphas…

The pressure behind his breastbone at just the thought made him lower his head, the desire to see Cameroncoveredin his marks taking over.

“Well,” River said, leaning down to nip at the other shoulder. “Don’t mind if I do.”

They’d make it to the shower eventually.

Later.

After.

11. PERMISSION

CAMERON

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