Epilogue
Dolly’s shrill bark rings out from the foyer, and a moment later the doorbell chimes.
“Shit, who the hell is here so early?” My eyes flick in the direction of the front door, almost dropping the tray of canapes I just pulled from the oven.
My wrist touches the hot metal of the baking tray, and I hiss in pain, setting it down on top of the stove, then rushing over to the sink to run cold water on the burn.
“It’s probably Astrid. She said she wanted to come early to help distract Camille, remember?” Ambrose comes to my side and places a hand on my shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.
I’ve learned in recent months that nothing, other than burying my face between Cami’s thighs or tits, is better at settling my anxiety than Ambrose’s touch. I turn off the tap, smiling at the alpha. “Thanks. I keep forgetting things because I want tonight to be perfect.”
“It will be. You’ve made a veritable feast. How could it not be amazing?” Ambrose takes my hand in his. “Let me see,” he says, bringing my injured wrist closer to his face for him to inspect.
My stomach swoops a little as the movement brings us closer together. “What’s your assessment, Doctor?” I ask with a grin.
He chuckles and brings my wrist to his lips, pressing a soft kiss there. “You’ll live.” Ambrose releases my hand and moves to step back, but I grab the back of his neck and tug him in for a kiss.
The spike of surprise and pleasure in Ambrose’s bond at me initiating a kiss makes me smile against his lips as we pull apart. Now that I’ve finally gained the confidence to show him that affection, he better get used to it, because kissing him is pretty fucking great.
Sometimes I have to pinch myself when I think back a year ago to when I would wake up in bed with only Dahlia as my company. That lonely, loveless Jackson’s head would explode if he knew what was coming for him.
“Get a room,” River says drolly as he steps into the kitchen carrying a bottle of champagne Astrid must’ve brought.
“Only if you and our omega join us.” I smack his ass with my non-burned hand as he walks by, earning an indignant huff and a flush on his cheeks.
River puts the champagne in the fridge and levels us with a serious look. “Camille is trying on different outfits for tonight’s party for Astrid to give her opinions, so they’re upstairs with Dolly.”
I smile, remembering how we schemed with Astrid to pick out dresses for the fateful launch party, and my dick twitches at the memory of a date night where Camille finally wore the skimpy one I picked out.
“Focus,” Ambrose says, clearly feeling my burgeoning arousal through the bond. “We need to finish the prep before they come back down.”
“Right.” We head to the hidden spot in the pantry where we’ve stashed all the secret supplies, River keeping an eye out in case Camille comes back down for some reason.
It’s been difficult keeping our plan a secret from her since we live together, but I’m pretty sure she doesn’t know that tonight isn’t just a celebration of her winning the case against Pulse.
Which, to be fair, is more than enough reason to celebrate, given how getting to that point was many months of stress and her questioning if she made the right choice whenever some shitty article about her case got pushed on socials.
But we all agreed that she deserved a celebration for something that was put on hold while life was a chaotic whirlwind of moving into the new house and her case.
Ambrose unfurls the banner, his mouth twitching at the illustration of Dolly in the corner, looking adorably rascally as she chews on a high heel. “I thought you said you were going to paint something nice.”
I place a hand on my chest, pretending to be affronted. “Hey! I worked hard on that. I even used the shoe Dolly chewed up right before Camille’s first day in court as a reference.”
Ambrose rolls his eyes as we pin up the banner in the living room. It’ll be the first thing she sees when she comes downstairs, so Astrid better make her try on outfits long enough for the rest of the guests to arrive.
River joins us, hauling in a pile of presents and placing them under the sign. “Don’t worry, he did paint something nice.” He gestures to the wrapped rectangle that’s clearly a picture frame.
“You promised you wouldn’t look!” I huff.
“I didn’t! But you painted it, so I know it’s good without needing to see it.” The love and sincerity in River’s tone make my heart flutter like it always does when he says nice things to me. God, I really do have a praise kink.
Barely five minutes have passed when we get a text from Astrid.
Astrid: SOS
Astrid: For once in her life, Camille picked out something to wear right away. She’s putting the final touches on her makeup right now, and I couldn’t convince her to try on some other options because she feels bad about not being there to help finish setting up.
I curse and read the message to River and Jackson, who are currently squabbling over the placement of a flower arrangement.
“No, we’re not ready!” Jackson groans, running a hand through his hair. “No one has arrived yet.”
“You should go,” River says, directing the words at me. “We all know you’ll be the most convincing at distracting her without raising suspicion.”
“But I’m a terrible liar,” I protest.
“He’s right. She won’t suspect anything from you because she knows you can’t lie well. Besides, you don’t have to lie. Just tell her that her daddy needs her help with a big package.” Jackson’s eyebrows wiggle and River chuckles as I flush.
“Okay, fine,” I grumble, heading toward the stairs before they make more jokes about my big package. Though, as I approach the nest, where Camille’s scent is the most saturated, that plan doesn’t sound so bad.
I knock on the door to the nest, then crack it open, peeking my head in.
Astrid perks up from where she’s standing by the door to the ensuite bathroom. “Oh! Camille, I think Ambrose needs to talk to you.”
“Uh, yeah. I do. Can I come in?” I call out.
“Of course, silly!” Camille calls back. “You know you don’t need to keep asking me that.”
I open the door, and Astrid gives me a grateful look as I pass her to head into the bathroom, where I find my omega in front of the mirror, applying a deep pink lipstick.
Her eyes light up when she sees me, and she sets the lipstick down, wrapping her arms around me in a tight embrace like it’s been days rather than minutes since we last saw each other.
“Mmm, hey baby girl,” I murmur, letting my hands surreptitiously slide down to cup her ass.
Her breath hitches at the intimate touch and the pet name. “W-what do you need from me?” she asks as we part, her perfume already rising in the air between us.
“Oh, uh, well…”
Astrid takes pity on me, grimacing down at her phone. “Crap, Jeff is lost. I’m going to go try to figure out where he is and get him the right directions. Unless you need me for anything.”
Camille shakes her head, smiling at her friend. “Nope, I’ll be down in a few. Thanks for helping me figure out what to wear.”
Astrid heads out, closing the door to the nest behind her. As soon as I hear it shut, I back Camille up against the edge of the counter, placing my hands on either side of her hips to cage her in.
“We should get down to the—Oh!” Camille gasps as my mouth descends to my bite mark on her shoulder, sucking it in the way I know makes her soaked for me.
“We will, but first, I need your help with something, sweetheart,” I say, pressing closer so she feels my erection against her stomach.
“Ambrose,” she whines, clinging to my arms.
I let out a soft growl and nip at her shoulder.
“Daddy, we shouldn’t,” she protests, even as she arches into my touch, pressing her tits against my chest.
“I can’t help it. You’ve had me hard all day, and I can’t wait any longer. Daddy needs your sweet mouth.”
Camille’s eyes hood as she melts into her role. I step back as she sinks down to her knees, thankful for the plush memory foam mats we got for the tile floor so she doesn’t hurt herself with my selfish request.
Normally I’d never ask her for this knowing she just finished her makeup and we have guests arriving any minute, but fuck, it’s hot. And the way her pupils dilate and her arousal floods our bond makes me think it’s a turn-on for her too.
I fumble with my belt, then tug down my zipper and ease my cock out, holding it in one hand as Camille slides her palms up my thighs.
“That looks uncomfortable, Daddy,” she murmurs, staring at my throbbing dick.
“It is. That’s why I need you to wrap your pretty pink lips around it and give me some relief.”
“Yes, Daddy.” She holds my gaze as I guide the tip between her parted lips, lapping at the head of my cock like it’s her favorite dessert.
“Don’t tease me, baby girl. You know what I like,” I groan, fisting my hands at my sides so I don’t tangle them in her hair and ruin the effort she put into styling it.
The vibration of her moan makes my balls tingle, and she sucks me into the hot well of her mouth, taking me a few inches before pulling off, then trying again, going deeper until I reach her throat.
“That’s it. I know you can take more of me,” I rasp, lost to the game and the sensation of her mouth. I should slow this down, because the whole point of it is stalling for time, but damn, her mouth is incredible and her perfume is making me dizzy with lust.
Her hands slide around to grip the backs of my thighs, using that as leverage to sink down further onto my cock, her throat convulsing around my tip and saliva dripping down the length.
“Fuck, good girl.” Despite my efforts moments ago, my hand is in her hair, stroking her, petting her, guiding her as she works my cock with her perfect mouth. I’ll help her redo it afterward. That’ll give more time for everyone to arrive and prepare. Really, it’s good that I’m mussing her up.
She pops off me with a gasping breath, her lips and my cock smeared with her pink lipstick. “I need your cum. Please, Daddy.”