Lights, Camera, Omega (Hollywood Omegas #1)

“I’m sorry Jules, I’m terrible,” he laughs, placing the bucket in the center of the packed brunch table.

“Miss Dale, if I may?” Magnus extends a hand, palm up—his cut garnet eyes warm.

I can feel myself blushing as I place my hand in his. I can smell the sweet smokiness of his scent, his eyes never leaving mine as he presses his lips to my knuckles in an outdated display of chivalry. Something about the sustained eye contact during the gesture sends my mind wandering to other places, like seeing those eyes fixed on me from between my…

I return to myself, anxiously clearing my throat before quickly slugging down a bit of limeade chaser, as Magnus returns my other hand to me.

My split second-daydream must have started my perfume going. Magnus, Julian, and Sol all sport glazed expressions. If it’s not my imagination, Sol may actually be letting out a low humming growl.

“We got off on the wrong foot,” Magnus manages, though I can see all the muscles along his sharp jawline firing as he takes in my scent.

Good, let him get all hot and bothered about it. These suppressants are pulling their weight, I’ve got the upper hand here.

“I’m happy to get on the right foot.” I give him a wink, and I am rewarded by a rare, toothy grin from Magnus.

“Well, look at this, all of us getting along so beautifully.” Julian smiles serenely, popping open the bottle of champagne with his thumb, the cork launching over the edge of the terrace.

“Oop!” Julian laughs as the tiny missile disappears from view.

A split second later, there was a loud splash from below and a man’s voice yelling:

“God dammit Sol! Was that you, you asshole!?” Everyone’s eyes snap to the terrace railing, and I instinctively tiptoe to the rail and peek over the edge.

It’s Cosmo Lamont, recently capsized from his reflective pool float. He looks like a drowned rat, scrabbling to his feet in the shallow end of the pool—fumbling to retrieve his sunken sunglasses.

“I swear to god, I’m gonna come up there and dump you in this pool in your fancy new boots!” He blows a spray of water away from his lips

Cosmo stands before the concrete steps, water flowing in tiny rivers down his incredible, chiseled body. His inky black tresses hang in a dripping mass in front of his face, his designer sunglasses dangling from one hand.

“It was Julian, actually!” Sol barks a laugh, calling down to the sodden Cosmo.

“Well, tell Julian to go fuck himself then!” Cosmo barks back, wiping the wet hair out of his eyes and struggling to re-orient himself.

My heart pumps hard—then seems to stop beating for a moment—in pure adrenal overload. Cosmo walks up the steps of the pool. His scandalous swim trunks, a barely there black neoprene boxer brief—show off the curve of his muscular ass, and the sizable bulge of his soft cock through the stretchy fabric as he turns to address the voices on the balcony above.

All my muscles tighten and my clit throbs, a warm slick spreading in my thin cotton panties.

Fuck.

One look and I’m soaked. I’m on the peak dose of my suppressants right now, but I still have to fight the urge not to step out of my panties and lift my dress over my head—face down ass up, presenting my dripping pussy for Cosmo Lamont and the rest of his pack like I’m in heat.

Worried that Julian and Sol will smell my arousal, I take a few paces back to ensure I’m a bit more downwind.

“Why don’t you stop being so goddamn antisocial anyway and come up for brunch!” Sol shouts down at Cosmo, who is toweling off his hair lazily.

Cosmo, who had been standing with such ease before he’d heard Sol’s invitation, became suddenly rigid—his head casting this way and that as he looked to and fro.

“Wait, is she already here?” He chokes out, still casting glances back and forth.

“Those aren’t prescription sunglasses, are they?” Julian teases, receiving a terse growl from Cosmo in response.

“Yes, you big lug, she’s right here,” Magnus booms, suddenly behind me, towering over me as he waves to Cosmo below, finally grabbing his attention.

“Jesus fuck!” he blurts out, dropping the towel from his hair to wrap it around his waist.

“Someone couldn’t have told me?” He snaps, hurrying beneath the terrace to an entrance to the house beneath.

Julian rolls his eyes.