Epilogue 2
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RUBY
“You comfortable? Warm enough? Not too warm? Do you need a snack or some water?”
Archer shakes his head. “I’m great. Ready to go.” His lips quirk into an amused smile. “I’ve only watched a few of your videos, but I don’t remember you starting off like this.”
I snort, his teasing helping to diffuse some of my nerves. I’d say I don’t know why I’m nervous, but that’d be a lie.
Making content with him is a big deal.
It’s already practically unheard of that my pack isn’t angry with me for wanting to keep working and posting content on Slick. Even more so that they haven’t forbidden me from filming with other partners. But both Beau and Archer from the very start have respected that this is a job.
I’m the one that’s struggling with having sex with other partners.
The caretaking and praise aspects are still nice because I love hyping an omega up and making them feel good about themselves, but the actual sex has lost a lot of its appeal.
What once made me feel amazing and empowered now feels more like a chore.
Still, I can’t imagine stopping making content entirely. I have my work at the salon to help me contribute to bills and give me an outlet to make omegas feel good, but Slick is my space to declare my unapologetic celebration of my body and desires and let other omegas know they can do that, too.
When I brought this up to Archer and Beau, telling them I’d canceled all my upcoming shoots with partners, I thought that would be when I’d find out the truth.
That they’d let out a big sigh of relief and say they were glad I was done with that.
Instead, Beau was worried about how that would affect my mental health and happiness, and Archer apologized for making it so I don’t enjoy my work.
If I hadn’t already fallen for them, that would’ve been the last thing to push me into head-over-heels love.
After reassuring my sweet angel of an omega that nothing was his fault, we came up with a plan to try something new.
And by we, I mean Archer suggested it, and Beau and I both interrogated him to make sure that he wasn’t offering because he felt guilty or pressured until we were certain he actually wanted to try a scene with me.
Now that we’re here, I’m trying not to overthink things again, but it’s hard. Archer is my omega. A piece of my heart that I treasure and never want to hurt, even accidentally.
“We haven’t started filming yet,” Beau says from where he’s sitting by one of the cameras I have mounted in the room.
He looks calm. Happy for us. And probably happy for himself, since he loves watching me and Archer together.
“Yeah, I just wanted to check before we, uh, get going. If you end up hating it, we’ll delete the video. Like I said, I’m happy to do solo content if this makes you uncomfortable at all.”
Archer places a hand on my cheek and tilts my face so I look up at him.
“I’m not uncomfortable. I’m excited to do this with you.
To experience this part of you. And…” His cheeks flush a little.
“I’d be lying if it didn’t turn me on thinking about people watching us.
I’d never want it in person, but it’s hot knowing people will see how good we are together. ”
That makes me smile. “We are pretty damn good together, aren’t we?”
“More than good,” Beau says, an aroused rasp to his tone.
“Alright.” I take a deep breath, then guide Archer into the center of the staged nest. We’ve brought some pillows and blankets from home to make it more comfy, and even that small touch of our pack has this feeling better than my recent scenes.
I press a kiss to his lips, and he gives me a small nod, signaling he’s ready to start.
Beau clicks the remote that starts the recording, and I focus in on my omega, using my experience with soothing nervous omegas to calm myself. “Tell me a little about yourself,” I say, taking Archer’s hand in mine.
“Oh, uh, well, I’m…” We talked ahead of time about him not sharing any personal details like his name or occupation. “I’m a gamer?”
The small question in his voice has me smiling. “Me too!”
He laughs, “Huh, wow, small world.”
I grin back at him, the sound of his laughter pushing away the remnants of my nerves.
“I, uh, I also love reading and immersing myself in fantastical worlds. I even, uh, write fanfiction sometimes.”
That makes my brows raise. He’s never mentioned it to me before. “Really? What kind?”
His cheeks flush. “The very smutty kind.”
“Really?” My shock is genuine, and Beau laughs and quickly covers his mouth with an apologetic look.
“Yeah. I didn’t mention it before because it’s Moonblood fanfic and I didn’t want you to see any spoilers.”
“It’s really good,” Beau whispers.
“You’ve read it? No fair!” I’ll have to edit this out, but who cares.
“More incentive to hurry and finish the last two books,” Archer says with a chuckle.
I sigh dramatically. “Fine.” I’m actually really enjoying the series, but I like to savor good books, not rush through them.
“So you have a vivid imagination when it comes to sex?” I ask, scooting a little closer to Archer and placing a hand on his thigh. We’re still wearing robes, the silky fabric in place until we transition away from the interview.
His pale cheeks grow redder. “Uh, I guess?”
Beau snorts, and we look over at him. “Sorry,” he stage-whispers. “I’ll go. I didn’t realize how damn cute you both would be.”
“No, stay!” Archer frowns at our alpha as Beau moves to stand.
“Yes, don’t go. I can edit around you.” I waggle my eyebrows at him. “Or if you prefer, I can gag you.”
Now it’s Beau’s turn to blush, but he shakes his head. “Not this time. I’ll behave.”
I nod and turn my focus back to Archer, leaning in and lowering my voice into a purr. “What’s the filthiest fantasy you’ve ever had about an omega?”
“Oh fuck,” Archer breathes, his chocolate and strawberry perfume blooming and mingling with the sugary citrus of my own.
I have an absent idea for commissioning a custom line of candles from him to sell to my subscribers.
I bet they’d love the full sensory experience, but I dismiss the idea as quickly as it came.
Our scent is only for us and our alpha. It seems sacred, given that it’s what brought us together.
“Mmm, it’s okay. You don’t need to be embarrassed.” I slowly tug the tie of his robe, letting the fabric pool open and reveal the pale green lingerie set I helped him pick out. Beau’s breath hitches audibly at the sight, and I grin. “I want to help you explore your desires, sweet omega.”
Archer nods, pupils dilating with arousal. “Well…I’ve always been curious about what it’d be like to…” His voice lowers. “To be tied up and be forced to come a bunch of times. Preferably with you—an omega—sitting on my face.”
Lust thrums inside me. It’s something I gladly would’ve done before now, but he never mentioned it. “Mmm, that sounds amazing. I’m so proud of you for telling me.”
He swallows hard. “It’s not too weird?”
I shake my head. “No, sweetheart. Not too weird at all. I can’t wait to give you what you need. Let’s talk about safe words.”
Archer lets out a tortured whine as I lift my hips from where I’m straddling his face to give him a second to breathe. “Please, oh god, oh god.”
“Fuck, Ruby, I can’t…” He’s so far gone to pleasure and falling in and out of subspace that I don’t bother correcting him not to use my name. I can edit it out.
I lick a stripe up his cock, humming at the taste.
My skin is flushed and I want something inside me, my pussy aching to be filled after he’s made me come with his tongue twice now, but I know I can milk one more orgasm out of him before we end the scene.
“Yes, you can. Tell me what you want.”
Archer cries out as I wrap my lips around his cock. “Ah, fuck, I want your bite. Please, please, bite me, oh fuck.”
Shit, that’s not what I expected. I pop off his cock, my omega screaming at me to listen to the man and bite him, but I refuse to bond him during a scene.
I let out a soft laugh. “I don’t think you’ve earned my bite.
Come for me one more time, and I’ll consider doing it later.
” I suck him into my mouth again, letting my teeth scrape very gently along the head of his cock, and he seizes beneath me, filling my mouth with his release as he curses and shudders.
Underneath Archer’s loud orgasm, I catch Beau’s low groan and look over at him in time to see him squeezing his knot as his other fist works his cock, cum spilling all over his hands and the front of his pants.
I wink at him and his head falls back with a soft curse, like it’s too much for him to bear.
“Mmm, good omega.” I pull off of Archer and give his dick a kiss, then move quickly to undo the ties on his hands and ankles, rubbing and checking each spot to make sure he’s okay.
“So, so perfect for me, sweetheart.” I murmur, peppering him with kisses as I guide him to sit up and wrap my arms around him.
“Sorry, I got a little carried away there,” Archer whispers against my throat.
I purr and stroke his sweat-slicked back. “It was perfect. You were perfect.”
He sighs, his purr picking up as I hold him.
“Did you enjoy that?” I ask softly.
Archer releases a weak laugh. “God, yes. It was…yeah, I really liked it.”
“Good. We’ll have to do it again sometime soon.”
Normally, I’d do a longer post-scene discussion, but my skin is burning up and my stomach is starting to cramp. I was right, this kicked my heat off.
I pull back from Archer with a slight groan, and he frowns at me. “Shit, you’re hot. We need to get you home.”
Beau rushes over to join us in the nest.
I moan as he touches my forehead. “Can you make it home, baby?”
I shake my head. “No. I’m too worked up. Need a knot.” My pussy spasms painfully at my words. “Now.”
Beau curses and undresses, his brow furrowed like he’s angry that his clothing is keeping him from immediately giving me what I need.