Page 43 of Ashley & the A-Listers (Sweetverse)

43. REAL

CAMERON

A gasp slipped out as Ashley pressed him into the mattress, sliding over his lap.

Without the ball between them, she straddled him, and his nude little shorts hid nothing.

“You’re excited, too,” Ashley pointed out, and Cam wanted to whine, but didn’t.

“Because you’re the one in the bed with me,” he said, trying to make her understand.

He didn’t like that his alpha was upset.

She’s not really your alpha, a small voice in his head tried to convince him.

There was no room for that kind of logic in this moment, and Cameron wiggled beneath her, reaching for her.

She came to him, planting a hand on either side of his head, and Cam’s lungs were hard to fill with air.

He decided he didn’t need it, because she kissed him, her lips soft as he parted beneath them. Their tongues twined and Ashley combed a hand through his hair, tilting his head back.

Visions flashed like lightning through his mind of his heat, of her atop him and beneath him, around him.

He felt all those memories at once, out of focus and overlaying the present. Warmth coursed through him, winding down his spine and settling between his legs. He was turned on more in this moment, so quickly desperate, than he’d been for even a second with that actor.

He wanted Ashley.

And he knew he needed to get these shorts off before he ruined them.

“Off,” he mumbled into the kiss. “The shorts.”

Ashley blinked down at him and then glanced to her right, over to Dylan.

“What, like you want me to leave?” he drawled, followed by the flip of a page in the book.

Ashley smirked. He didn’t get to watch last time. It was only fair.

Turning back to Cam, she rolled her eyes before sitting up and hovering her fingers over the waistband of the nude shorts.

He lifted his hips and her smooth, rounded nails lightly brushed against his skin as she undressed him.

Chills broke out in the wake of her touch, and as he stared up at her, he realized for the first time that she was still completely dressed.

“Is this even allowed?” she asked quietly. “Sex on set?”

“Because of the intimate scene, today was a short day. I’m not needed back on set, so it’s not my problem,” Cameron explained, sitting up to meet her in the middle. She was above him, as usual, so he tipped his head up to meet her gaze, fingers tapping at the hem of her shirt.

She nodded, and Cam slid his hands underneath, her skin so fucking warm against his palms. The fabric bunched around his wrists as he continued north, up her sides and arms as he pushed the shirt off her.

She remained in a sports bra, one that zipped in the front, the silver zipper gleaming as if just asking him to tug it down.

“I like this one,” he mused, placing a finger against the metal.

“Of course you do,” she muttered. He sensed affection in her tone, and slowly tugged the zip down.

Her abs flexed as he laid a hand against her hip, so affected by his touch it made his heart thump.

The zip gave way and Ashley shrugged out of it, breasts swaying faintly and tipped with perfectly pink nipples, already hard from the cool air.

Impatient, he leaned forward and captured one with his lips, her hum of approval encouraging, as was the hand she scratched through his messy curls.

Her scent was all around him, and he was never going back on suppressants again because of this . The bite of ginger in her scent, so electric in its intensity, without the fog of suppressants to dull it.

The mix of their scents together? Vanilla and ginger and lemon and the sweetness of the honey. Downright intoxicating.

Ashley tightened her fingers in his hair, pulling him away from her, and he whined at first, reaching for her, but it was only long enough to strip the leggings from her body.

As she crawled over him again, she lowered her lips to a spot on his neck, nipping gently.

His breath caught, lungs filled, heart stopped. But then she slipped away to another patch of skin, one on his torso, then lower. He glanced down at her and found her lips pressed atop a swatch of bright red.

Where Lane had kissed him.

“I don’t like his scent on you,” Ashley said softly. Her gaze flicked up to him, dark and full of desire. “Mine.”

Cam shivered at the possessiveness in her voice. Yours, he wanted to shout, wishing her teeth would sink in deep, mark him as… hers.

Bond him.

The thought was intoxicating, making him whine for something he didn’t even know was missing until this moment.

She settled over him, trapping his cock against his stomach and grinding. He rocked up into her, slick already easing the glide between them.

God, he wanted her, snug and tight around him, squeezing the life out of him with that lock.

“Alpha,” he whined, and Ashley shushed him gently.

“How soundproof is this trailer?” she asked with an arched brow.

Point taken, Cameron bit his bottom lip and stared up at her, waiting like a good little omega.

Ashley planted her hands on his chest, smudging away another waxy lipstick mark, and ground her cunt against him. Her arms flexed, muscles taut as she teased him, and arousal struck Cam anew.

The friction was divine, and Cam moaned, the sound trapped behind his closed lips, hands reaching for her. He caught her around the waist, but let her lead, setting the pace as she fucked against him.

“I didn’t know what was harder,” she began, voice rocking with the motions. “Listening and watching, knowing exactly what he was doing to you,” she said. “Or waiting in here and having to imagine it.”

Cam’s chest caved in with a breath. “It wasn’t r?—“

“Real, I know,” Ashley purred, and pressed into her knees to sit up. “But this is,” she said, and sank down on him in one smooth move.

Cam kicked his head back into the daybed, lips parting with a cry—a muffled one, since Ashley swallowed the sound with a kiss.

She was tight and wet and perfect around him, and he hardly had time to revel in it before she was moving.

Distantly he heard the flap of a page, and remembered Dylan was there. Was he feeling everything through her? Her pleasure, her excitement?

Was he really reading right now?

When Ashley broke the kiss, Cam sucked in a breath and rolled his head to the right. Sure enough, Dylan was in the chair, and not paying them a bit of attention. He was actually reading, far too focused on his book.

Fine. If he wanted to suffer in the cuck chair, he could.

“You want to know what else is real?” Ashley asked, hips moving, breath coming short.

“What?”

Cam just wanted to make his alpha feel good, and dug his fingers into her hip, gazing up at her. Long dark hair spilled over her shoulders, and as she leaned forward it fell around them, a curtain.

“Ask me why I’ve been working on my house so much,” she demanded.

He was helpless but to comply. “Why?”

She leaned down and nuzzled at his cheek. “To sell it.”

When she sat back up, Cameron’s brow was furrowed up at her. “Why?”

“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 was it.

“You’re my alpha,” 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.

He loved her.

Cameron dragged her down to him this time, the kiss desperate as he begged for entrance. She allowed it, and their tongues twined as she moved atop him, taking him again and again, the squeeze of her around his cock making him wild, crazed for her.

“More,” he said, and she moved against him, the slap of their skin together loud in the otherwise quiet trailer.

He was so wet, slick spilling out of him and into her, making a mess between them, only amplifying the sounds their bodies made.

Her pace faltered and Cam broke the kiss, allowing her a breath, moving his kisses down to her throat, her neck, wanting to leave his mark on her the same way she had him.

He uncurled a hand from her hair, removed the hand from her waist, and skated them across her skin until he could cup her breasts, swaying softly with every thrust.

Her nipples scraped against his palms and her lips parted as he caught them between two fingers each, teasing and rolling them.

“Are you going to lock me?” he asked, practically pleading.

“We don’t really have time for—“ Dylan began.

Ashley talked right over him. “Yes. Going to snap so tight around you, lock you in me.”

Her body tensed, the cinch of her just a tease of what was to come.

“Good,” he panted.

“It’s what you deserve, after having that beta all over you. Make you mine,” she continued, and Cameron’s entire body stiffened as if he’d been struck by lightning.

In the haze of it all, he thought she meant biting him. “Yeah, yes,” he said, and tilted his head to the side.

She didn’t answer, and Cameron blinked an eye open, finding her head cocked at him, leaned to the side like a confused puppy.

“Cameron,” she said, low and warning.

“Alpha, please,” he begged, and feared he was about to scare her off. But in her eyes… there was something predatory. He wanted it.

“Bite me where you want to,” he pleaded. “Please, alpha, anywhere!”

Ashley lowered herself to him, and he shifted his hands to her hips. She allowed him to help grind into the rhythm, his cock twitching inside her as pleasure arced up and down his spine. Just the thought of it, of being hers…

“You wanna be my omega?”

She asked it like a dare, and Cam didn’t care what the stakes were.

“Y-yes,” he said, voice cracking with his enthusiasm.

“The cameras will know,” she purred, lips hovering over his neck, drifting to his shoulder.

“Good,” Cam whined. He wasn’t even thinking about that, head full of Ashley. Of alpha. Of the lock that was squeezing ever tighter around him. “Want them to know, to show you off.”

She purred at that, the sound a rumble against his own chest.

“You want me?” she asked, hips still moving.

“Yes, yes,” he chanted, hands tight around her waist, dragging her on and off him, back tingling, balls drawing in close to his body.

She paused, inhaling deeply. He felt her chest compress to his.

“Alright,” she said, and?—

“Uh… wait—“ Dylan’s voice was distant.

But there was no waiting. Cam wanted his alpha and his alpha wanted him and he wanted it to be real . To know that he belonged to her.

Her teeth sank in, right into his shoulder, a spot matching Dylan’s.

Because he belonged to her, just like that alpha did.

He cried out at the jolt of pain mixed with the pleasure, the sound echoing around the trailer since there was nothing hindering him.

He came, spilling inside her, and they rocked together. Her lock clamped down on him, impossibly tight and forever perfect and christ?—

The bond. It wrapped around them, curling softly and settling into place like it was always meant to be.

Cam had never been bonded before, and was completely unprepared for the swell of emotion, the hole in his chest that was suddenly so full of Ashley, his alpha.

“Alpha,” he croaked out, and there were tears on his face and a bond inside him.

He felt her, made up of strength and affection and dedication and wonder and hesitation, before it all melted into one big explosion of pleasure.

Her teeth came out of his skin and her tongue lapped at the mark, and the bond snapped into place, solid and real .

Cam blinked, the ceiling of the trailer coming into focus.

“Omega,” Ashley said softly, and nuzzled at him, kissing the mark. “Mine.”

“Yours,” Cameron said, sighing happily.

His hindbrain was quiet, and he let himself revel in it as he nudged his cheek into hers.