Lights, Camera, Omega (Hollywood Omegas #1)

It takes all of my self control to keep myself from knotting her, from biting her right here and now in front of my entire pack. I feel a spike of shame, knowing that we’re not even dealing with the even high intensity of a heat or a rut, and I’m this close to losing all control.

I’m relieved when Magnus momentarily lapses into silence, and Daphne seizes the moment to surface from the powerful current of our desire, breaking the kiss, and gently pressing her hands against my chest in a wordless request for me to relent, to give her space.

Even though I was fantasizing about being knot deep in her seconds ago, I leash my desirous demons and tighten my grip on my control. I sit back on my heels, allowing her to close her legs, swing them around to the side and shuffle herself up and out of the lounge chair—her slick now in a sticky smear over the crotch of my khakis.

“I’m definitely ready for that change of clothes and a plunge in a cold pool,” she laughs, breathy and manic—her eyes looking everywhere other than me and my sopping wet khakis straining over my erection.

Julian swoops in to the rescue, preparing to shuttle Daphne off to his room to find something for her to wear.

Sol can only manage clearing his throat. I’m similarly silenced. Magnus, having masked his shadow puppeteer face once more, adds playfully, “I think all of us could use a cold plunge right around now. Just the thing to cool us all off and stimulate the appetite,” He chuffs.

Dumbly, I realize it feel as if an entire day has passed—and yet we hadn’t touched hardly a bite of the assembled feast we had ostensibly gathered to enjoy together.

“I was promised all sorts of goodies. Including but not limited to, capers.” I hear her laugh weakly to Julian on their way inside.

“Someone else who doesn’t like capers?” I grumble to Sol. Somehow, after all of that hubbub, I’m already back to my old ways of self sabotage.

“She loves ‘em, actually. She already volunteered to eat all of mine, I’m sure she’ll do the same for you too,” Sol brushes me off, like water off a duck’s back.

I’m not surprised Sol’s already smitten. He’s a golden retriever, for fuck’s sake.

I look at Magnus, already getting up and out of his seat to go fetch his swimwear.

Has she really already won him over?

“And what about you, hm? You’re already convinced?” I ask him.

Magnus looks at me, his expression genuinely perplexed before deliberately dropping his gaze to the mess across the front of my pants.

“I don’t know who you’re trying to convince with this uninterested and aloof routine, Mr. Lamont,” he scoffs, nodding at the slick laden tent in my slacks.

I bite my tongue, already turning on my heel as Magnus laughs after me, “Why don’t you go change, Cosmo, though you’ve already had a dip this morning. We’re all eager to get into the pool.”

I’m not sure how I’ve gotten here, I’m not sure where I’ve been before now, but I am laying on one of the beautiful custom wood inlaid tables in the sleek, warmly lit dining room of Cypress House.

I am entirely nude, laid out flat on my back like a Nyotaimori subject; bits of delicately prepared food beautifully displayed atop my sun gold skin.

I look up into the rainbow haloed lights of the minimalist chandelier light fixture, as Sol, Magnus, Julian, and Cosmo serve themselves delicate canapes and pieces of fruit from my naked body. Each tiny touch sends ribbons of heat rippling through me. I gasp and moan as Julian gently pinches one of my hardened nipples instead of plucking a half bitter cherry from the line of fruit still precariously placed on the flat of my sternum.

Magnus moves a group of table settings and a tri-level-stand of petit fours to lay flat on his belly, burying his face between my thighs.

I cry out as his tongue laps between my legs, Sol muffling my cries by sliding his thick, uncut cock into my mouth. My lips buzz around his girth—and suddenly Magnus has moved, and Cosmo is lowering himself between my legs—his knot swollen and throbbing.

He’s about to enter me—to push himself inside me up to that hard bulb of flesh?—

Beep beep beep!

That goddamn alarm.

I windmill frantically, slapping the small plastic box until it stops its shrill beeping.

Ever since my eventful meeting with the Panopticon Pictures pack, I have been able to think about little else.

I called my sponsor at the Omega Center, who congratulated me on finding a pack that I had such strong chemistry with. She sent word to the rest of my team. My doctor sent a refill script for my suppressants along with some taper down packs to help ease me into my first heat, along with the requisite birth control for once we got there.

She reminds me of the risks and perils of bonding during your first heat, why it should be avoided and gives me helpful tips for establishing emotional intimacy in other ways while connecting with a pack, pre-bonding.

Before my meeting with the boys at Cypress House, I had laughed at the idea of being open to the idea of bonding during my first heat, much less feeling compelled to do so by some uncontrollable need.