Lights, Camera, Omega (Hollywood Omegas #1)

“You are so beautiful Daphne,” he sighs, his lips pressing the side of my neck as his fingers nimbly tweak my hard nipples.

I arch my back slightly, providing as much friction as I can with the curve of my ass.

“Beautiful outside,” Julian murmurs against my ear, his hands traveling down the front of my body, parting my knees.

“Beautiful inside,” he breathes, his clever fingers ghosting across my swollen clit.

I moan, allowing the crown of my head to drop back onto Julian’s shoulder.

There’s no sound other than the rushing of the faucet, the lapping of water against the side of the tub, and the gentle splashing of Julian moving his hands against my body for several moments.

I’m almost startled by the sound of my own voice as I let out a little whimper.

“Do you like the slight improvements I’ve made to the space?” Julian whispers devilishly in my ear. One of his hands lifts from the water to reach for the elaborate brass hand sprayer mounted on the bathtub’s high lipped ledge.

Woozily, I look around, trying to see what he’s talking about. I don’t notice anything in particular, instead becoming distracted by Julian’s tinkering with the shower wand-turning the nearby brass knob on before carefully adjusting the spray of water.

“I don’t—” my words taper into a moan as Julian uses one hand to help part my legs further, the other positioning the spray of the shower wand so that its gentle stream surges against my sensitive clit with soft, delicious vibration.

“Julian!” his name comes out half moan, half gasp.

I writhe against him, suddenly overwhelmed.

“Look up,” his voice, husky and thick with want, prompts me to lift my gaze.

My eyes crawl up the edge of the partial wall, stopping as they get to the small black box, its circular lens staring back at me with its glossy glass eye.

A Camera.

My breath catches in my lungs and my heart thumps so hard I worry that Julian can feel it against his own chest. My first instinct is to cover myself—to flee the bathroom in my panic. Julian must sense this because he begins to purr, a low sonorous sound that resonates through me—all of my muscles relaxing as I melt into him once more.

“Magnus is watching, right now,” he whispers sweetly, increasing the water pressure of the showerhead just so.

The thought of Magnus, watching the two of us, along with the devastatingly delicious stimulation from the jets of water, sends me into a shuddering orgasm, my legs splashing gently as they quiver and shake.

“Good girl, now let’s see how quickly we can get you to have another,” Julian beams, turning off the shower wand and replacing it back in its brass holder at the edge of the tub.

Eager to both please Julian and give Magnus a good show, I bring my legs toward me, rocking forward onto my knees with a soft splash of water.

Julian moans as I grind my ass against him as I adjust myself in the bathtub.

“Julian please,” I whimper, bracing myself against the edge of the tub, knees bent, hiking my ass into the air, my pussy tight and dripping with slick and bathwater at the level of his eyes.

“We said no knotting before my first heat,” I whine–reaching back to dip my fingers into my own pink wetness.

“But you don’t have a knot, Julian,” I pant, turning my face over my shoulder to look in his eyes—my gaze quickly falls to his massive erection.

“Daphne I…” Julian puffs, as if he’s running a marathon. Sill stroking himself hard with one hand, he reaches for me with the other before coming to a stuttering halt.

“I- I can’t,” Julian snivels, a pained expression drawing his features.

I slide down from the edge of the tub and turn to face him, still on my knees.

“Why not?” I crawl over him through the warm, scented water.

“Well, we agreed—” Julian stammers as I straddle him, kneeling over him. His hands move to my waist, holding me gently.

“We agreed to no knotting before my first heat,” I repeat into his ear, sucking gently on his earlobe as my hands crawl over his shoulders.