Page 34 of Ashley & the A-Listers (Sweetverse)

34. ALPHA

ASHLEY

Bits of information about omegas filtered down from alphas around her were not nearly the same as stepping through the apartment door and into a mist of honey and vanilla. It was stronger than ever before.

“Holy shit,” Ashley said, eyes wide as Dylan stepped back to let her in.

Omega.

Her hindbrain lit up like a boulevard sign, instincts firing off, and the only thing she wanted was to find Cameron.

She barely managed to stop herself from marching down the hallway to the nest, where she belonged.

An omega was in need, and Ashley could make him feel better.

“Doesn’t get any realer than this,” she said, laughing softly.

If this was Cameron in full omega force, she’d really been underestimating the suppressants.

Dylan rolled his eyes. “Get in there.”

He gave her a little shove towards the hallway, and honestly… Ashley didn’t need any more encouragement.

She toed her shoes off at the mouth of the hallway and padded quietly to the door. Through the wood she heard the muffled whines of an omega in heat, and her hand wrapped around the knob before she could even consider knocking.

If his scent was strong by the entrance, it was ten times more potent in the nest itself, and her nostrils flared as his pheromones landed like candy on her tongue.

Cameron was in the center of it, surrounded by a mess of blankets and pillows, straddling River. Her gift was beneath him, right in the middle, and something like pride filled her.

“Alpha?” Cameron said, turning to face her.

His cheeks were flushed, and he was a tangle of limbs with River, whose lap Cameron was writhing above. Cam reached out to her and she was powerless to resist.

Ashley stepped down into the nest and threaded a hand through Cam’s hair as she stopped beside them. A purr spilled out of her, his scent filling her senses, his desperation tangible.

“You want an alpha, baby?”

He nodded, his cheek rubbing against her thigh through her leggings.

River’s face was red, skin sheened with sweat as she glanced down at him. “Are you good with this?” she asked, and nodded to Cameron.

“Not up to me,” River answered, and Cameron whined.

“Don’t talk over me,” he grumbled, and glared up at her.

“Sorry, sorry,” she said, and scratched her nails along his scalp. “Are you sure about this?”

Cam nodded, hips twitching where he was seated atop River, pulling a groan from the beta. “Yes, alpha,” he said, dragging out the first word with a bit of a whine.

Alpha.

Addressing her like such sent a thrill right through her.

Ashley was the alpha.

She glanced around the nest, spotting the half-full water bottles and pastry box as well as a little bento box. That must’ve been Dylan.

A smile tugged at her lips, affection striking her as she felt him distantly in the bond, just in the other room.

“You’ve eaten?” she asked.

River had an arm thrown over his head, lip bitten as he nodded. “After we called you.”

“Good,” she said, and tilted Cameron’s head back. His hips were making little half-aborted motions across River’s lap, cock bouncing shamelessly and weeping slick.

“Come for River, and then we’ll give him a bit of a break, hmm?” she told them.

River moaned, reaching for Cam’s hips to drag him into a more solid rhythm, their skin smacking together in a slow, drugging pace.

Cam’s eyes fluttered shut as he leaned against her leg, mouth falling open. Soft cries spilled out with every thrust.

River must’ve been so deep inside him, and arousal flared, a tightening in her core. She didn’t know if she wanted to be Cameron or River in the moment, but watching them together was its own form of pleasure.

She wondered if River was sensitive from Cameron’s demands. If each thrust was followed by a hint of pain.

“Does he feel good?” she asked, and didn’t clarify which one she was referring to.

Cam’s eyes blinked open, half-lidded from ecstacy. The dim lighting made his hazel eyes sparkle, or at least what she could see of the iris around his enlarged pupils.

“Yes, yeah, he feels good.” Ashley’s gaze drifted down to where he was welling fresh slick, their bodies meeting steadily.

“Show him,” she said, and released Cameron’s hair.

She stepped away and he fell into River, their lips colliding messily.

Ashley stripped off her sweatshirt and leggings, the cool air of the nest cranked up and making chills break out across her bare skin.

Their kiss broke with a gasp, a string of saliva connecting them before it popped, and Cameron lifted his head to her, eyes darkening even more, impossibly so, at the sight of her.

River wrapped a hand around Cameron’s cock at the same moment and Cameron cried out, curling into River as he came.

Ashley tried not to feel flattered, failed, and purred.

He spilled over River’s fist, making a mess between them as River’s hips jerked, rhythm breaking, following Cameron over the edge.

She wanted to melt into the nest with them, immediately give into Cameron’s needs, give into her own desires, but she was the alpha. She was here to take care of them both.

Ashley let them bask in the afterglow and trod into the adjoining bathroom, wetting a cloth before returning. Cam’s head was resting on River’s chest, and the beta’s arms were wrapped around him.

“Did he knot you?” Ashley asked, because if so they’d have to wait for the silicone to go down. There’s no way they’d made it this far without toys to aid them.

Cameron shook his head. “Not now.”

“Knew you were coming,” River said. “Just keeping him warm for you.”

Fuck. That struck like a bolt of heat to her core.

Rolling his eyes, Cameron drawled, “Technically, it’s the other way around.” Then he carefully unstuck himself from the beta, kissed him on the lips, and then flopped over into the cushions and blankets.

Ashley chuckled and made her way down into the nest, handing River a warm cloth as she began swiping at Cameron’s chest with the one in her hand. She didn’t even give him the chance to do it himself. She was the alpha.

“I’m glad you came,” Cameron said, and Ashley paused only for a second before continuing, the cloth brushing lower, across his abs, wiping the sweat and slick and cum away.

“As if I would’ve entertained any other option,” Ashley said softly, meeting his gaze.

“Because you’ve never been with an omega in heat before?” he asked.

Ashley saw right through his question, pressed the cloth into his thigh, and said, “No. Because I’ve never been with you before.”

She finished cleaning him up before tossing the wet cloth into the bathroom, for her to deal with later.

“Did you only invite me because I’m a female alpha?” she asked, turning the scenario on him.

A frown furrowed his brow and a whine even slipped out as he denied it. “You’re the only alpha for me,” he said.

Ashley’s heart thumped, affectionately enamored with this omega.

“Then it’s settled,” she said, and leaned down to kiss him.

For the first time, she realized, already naked and having just watched him orgasm with his partner.

They were skipping a few steps. It was fine.

His lips were soft and he cupped her cheeks, a hand sliding around the back of her neck to hold her to him.

He kissed her like he couldn’t believe this was happening, like he was afraid she’d leave when she’d only just arrived. Ashley wondered if he tasted her own disbelief in the kiss, too.

Next to them, the nest shifted, and the kiss broke, puffs of breath skating across each other’s lips before they turned to look at River.

He was sitting up, clearly intending on… leaving?

He froze as they stared at him, and he cleared his throat. “Don’t let me interrupt—I was just going to give you guys some privacy.”

Ashley frowned at him, because of the aforementioned watching-them-orgasm-together thing. This was a heat! Privacy didn’t matter.

And she… wanted River here. Not only because he knew Cameron best of all, but because River was a part of this, too. He wouldn’t be left out.

“Stay,” she meant to ask, but it came out more like a demand.

Cameron’s was a plea, and River’s gaze danced between them.

He swallowed, wiping a hand over the lower half of his face before nodding. “I’ll stay.”

River lowered himself back where he belonged, and Ashley leaned across Cameron, moving slowly, as if trying not to spook a wild animal. The inches between them disappeared and River’s eyes kept dipping to her lips, to the omega between them.

“I’m here for you, too,” she said, capturing his attention. “Will you let me be your alpha, too? Just for now?”

River nodded, and their lips slanted together, soft and nervous, River’s shaky against her own. He kissed her harder, and that quiver disappeared as she parted beneath his tongue, letting him lead.

Cameron’s scent sweetened, if possible, and they broke the connection, eyes electric.

Ashley glanced down at him to find his focus rapt on her and River.

“I see the ideas brewing,” Ashley mused, and slid a leg over his lap. She turned her head to catch River’s eye, the desire there matching her own.

“An omega can dream,” he said, eyes half-lidded.

Ashley leaned down to nuzzle at his neck, holding River’s gaze until she physically couldn’t. He followed her lead, and they both scented Cameron, marking him in a way that made her hindbrain very happy.

“What do you need?” she asked.

“Just this,” Cam said with a sigh, chest decompressing. He stroked a hand up her arm, over her shoulder and down to her waist.

When she lifted her head, he was staring at her chest. “Go on, then,” she said.

His cheeks pinkened, which seemed impossible considering he was flushed head to toe, as his palms skated over her flat stomach and up her torso, cupping her breasts.

“I certainly don’t have those,” River teased, lifting his head to watch shamelessly.

Capturing all of their enthralled attention was intoxicating, and she arched her chest into Cameron’s touch. He cupped her, nipples brushing against his palm, sending a shiver down her spine.

Between them he was growing hard again already—an omega’s stamina during a heat was unlimited; it was why often an entire pack was required to take care of one.

Which made it all the more impressive that River had handled Cameron all by himself. How?

From the bites and bruises marking Cameron’s skin, painstakingly.

As she studied the trail of affection, something like jealousy slithered through her. River could bite Cameron all he wanted without having to worry about a premature bond forming.

Her mouth watered at just the thought, and as she stroked a thumb over one of the smudges, she leaned down to mouth at Cameron’s neck. His scent was on her tongue and she wanted more.

“Do you have enough patience to let me taste you first?” she asked, lips brushing his skin as she whispered.

He whined, nodding, and Ashley shifted lower, out of reach of his curious and deft fingers plucking at her nipples.

She nipped, never bit, and kissed and licked at his skin, watching his abs jump beneath her touch. A tiny pool of slick awaited her beneath the head of his cock, and she gripped him with her hand, ignoring the way his hips attempted to jump.

She had a one-track mind, all Cameron, all taste.

Right before she lowered her head, she glanced up, both of their gazes locked on her.

“Sit behind him,” she told River. “So you have a better view.”

River swallowed, then nodded, and they shuffled until Cameron was leaning against River’s chest. Once they were settled, Ashley stroked Cameron in a slow motion, watching the slick well out from the tip and spill over her hand.

His pheromones filled the air, strongest here at the center of his body, and Ashley wanted.

So she took, moaning at the first sample of him, sweet like honey on her tongue.

She lapped at the head before circling her lips around him, hunting for more of his taste. He gasped above her, and she wanted to look up, but her hair was in the way.

Releasing him with a pop, she pushed her hair back and met his gaze. “Will you hold my hair back for me?” she asked oh-so-sweetly.

Cameron looked like he’d rather do nothing more, and he carefully combed her hair back from her face, tangling it in his fingers to keep it out of her way.

“I don’t mind if you pull,” she told him, and then lowered her head again.

He moaned as she took him into her mouth, and Ashley planted a hand on his hip, holding him down so she was in control.

She chased the dessert of him, the burst of slick spilling across her tongue. Every groan and noise he let slip, every tug of his hand in her hair made heat dance within her, gathering in her core.

Between her thighs was damp from her arousal, but it had nothing on Cameron.

She remembered how it had felt for Dylan to purr against her, and let her own pour out.

Cameron cried out at the vibration, hips rocking against her hold, and his cock twitched across her tongue.

It was the last straw. He came, and she swallowed him down, taking every bit that he would give her and still wanting more.

Omega.

Once his hand fell from her hair, she released him.

“Alpha,” he said, voice already rough from his whines.

She came at his call, crawling up his and River’s bodies, kissing him sweetly, sharing his taste.

They parted for air and she didn’t hesitate to lean up a few more inches, catching River’s eye.

“Want a taste?” she asked, and he’d barely nodded before they met in the middle.

Kissing him was different than kissing Cameron. Cameron melted beneath her like butter, letting her take the lead, but River met her stroke for stroke. It almost felt like defiance, the way he lapped at her, their tongues twining, sharing the taste of the omega between them. She wasn’t here to challenge River’s place at Cameron’s side, so she softened the kiss, letting him sip Cameron’s taste from her tongue until the omega?—

Ashley jolted as his lips encircled one of her nipples, the whine he let loose spilling out around her flesh.

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 so right at 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.

His jaw flexed as he bit, and Cameron jolted beneath her, hands grabbing onto her hips as he came, spilling inside her.

The rush of it, of watching River’s teeth sink in, imagining herself doing the same, sent her over the edge, too.

“Fuck,” she hissed as her lock clamped down. Cameron shouted at the feel of her, the tightest squeeze he’d likely ever felt, and Ashley was barely able to rock, grinding herself, her clit, into the base of him. It spiraled, and he felt so big inside her, every fucking twitch another burst of pleasure so potent she had to still completely, letting it wash over them until she slumped against him.

It felt fucking right to lock this omega.

Mine.

Not just mine, she reminded herself.

River released his bite, a reddish bruise already forming.

Does it bother River that I’m here? That Cameron wanted… me?

Was he staking his claim in front of her? She didn’t mind, even if he was. She could share.

Cameron nuzzled into her throat as they caught their breath, and slowly they collapsed into a more comfortable position while they waited for the lock to release.

She purred, and Cameron stuck himself to her like glue to feel the vibration against his chest.

Ashley pulled River close, too, because she wanted him there.

She might have been an alpha, but Cameron was River’s first, and she wasn’t trying to take that from him.

The first time she ventured out of the nest for refreshments and energy, Dylan had the audacity to laugh.

She growled at him as she snatched the sandwich from his hand, taking a chunk out of it before motioning for the rest to take back to the nest.

“Having fun?” Dylan asked.

Ashley gulped down some water, wiped her mouth off, and pecked Dylan on the lips.

Her grin was feral. “The fucking most, ” she said, and took her offerings back to the waiting omega.

“ Alpha, ” Cameron whined, the force of it making her chest fucking hurt as her hindbrain raged with the desire to please this omega. To lock him. To make him mine.

“I’m right here,” she said, and pulled him into her. She rolled over onto her back, and he settled between her thighs, slipping in with practiced ease.

She didn’t know how long it had been but she knew she was tired, and yet it didn’t matter.

The only thing that mattered was this omega.

“River,” she said, and he was there, peering over Cameron’s shoulder. More bites and bruises covered Cameron from his claimings, and she wished it would have the effect he so clearly craved.

“Fuck us.”

River’s lips parted with a quiet, surprised inhale.

She knew what she was doing, giving him this power. Letting him control their pleasure like how an alpha would.

He was ravenous for it, sticking himself to Cameron’s back, stilling the omega’s motions by curving a hand around his waist and one around his throat.

God damn, the sight of them together. If Ashley had any energy to spare outside of Cameron’s demands, she wanted to fuck River, too.

She’d let him play alpha with her, or maybe, just maybe, he’d like to be alpha’d himself.

But Cameron’s whines were constant, desperate, needy, and forcing themselves past the hand around Cam’s throat.

He made Cameron pull back, and she glanced down, admiring River’s writer’s fingers curled around Cam’s length, coating himself in Cameron’s slick.

Once he was satisfied, he released Cam, who fucked back into her like an omega with one goal in mind.

She grabbed his hips to still him, tensing her muscles in warning.

“Be patient,” she said, and he whined, leaning down to mouth at her skin, her breasts.

Her nipples were sore from Cameron’s new obsession with them, but she couldn’t deny the pleasure that arced directly to her cunt when he scraped his teeth over them so gently, despite his desperation.

She arched into his mouth, his fingers, and dug her nails into his hips. She could leave her own marks, in her own way.

Cameron bucked into her, grinding insatiably, and that’s how she knew River was opening him up.

He whined around the flesh between his lips and the rumble of it only teased her more.

He rolled his hips into her as much as he could, which only resulted in grinding against her clit. Pleasure swelled in her and she shivered as she tried to hold it back.

She felt the moment River entered him, his hips pressing more firmly into her own. Cam’s mouth dropped open, a moan spilling out.

“Is that what you wanted?” she asked so sweetly, threading her fingers through his hair. He nodded.

“A lock and a cock? Greedy.”

“Please move,” he whined.

“Patience,” she reminded him, meeting River’s gaze over his shoulder.

River was waiting for her go-ahead, but she shook her head.

“I’m not the one in control here,” she reminded him.

His eyes darkened, and his fingers joined hers, threading together around Cameron’s hip.

Cameron was taut as a bow between them, head thrown back as River withdrew.

With a smack of his hips, he thrust, and it was a butterfly effect.

It pushed Cameron into her, and she gasped as he filled her, so fucking deep. She bit down on her bottom lip, melting into the cushions, and let the pleasure wash over her.

River fucked Cameron, and in turn his pace made Cameron fuck Ashley, until they were one undulating wave of ecstasy, just rocking back and forth.

Every kick of River’s hips bucked Cameron into her, until the beta was fucking both of them.

Cameron came, right in the middle of it, a shout and a whine echoing around the nest amongst the slap of skin against skin.

But they were in the thick of it, the full force of the heat bearing down on all of them.

He spilled inside her but it hardly brought him relief. He arched into River’s movements, begging for more.

“Please, alphas,” he whined.

River’s gaze flicked to hers, and in the lightning bolt of a second that his rhythm faltered, she saw right through him, whether he intended it or not.

He wanted nothing more than this omega, to claim him, to be with him in the way an alpha could, but their biology just didn’t work like that.

She remembered what it felt like to wish she was something else, someone else.

As an alpha, Ashley could connect them with a bond, offer him a way to feel Cameron like he craved. Would he even be open to it?

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.