Lights, Camera, Omega (Hollywood Omegas #1)

“But what if the others…” Julian gulps down a breath, his resolve weakening.

“The others will get their turn—right now, I want you.” I lean down and press my mouth to his, reaching down between his legs to steady his hard cock upright.

“Daphne I-” Julian gasps as I lower myself onto his imposing hardness.

We both make deep, rolling sounds of pleasure as I seat myself more fully on his length.

In a breath, Julian’s hands are on my ass, lifting me slightly before allowing me to slide back down.

Julian can tell that I’m struggling a little with riding in this position. Between the massive size of his cock and the angle of the tub wall, I’m having trouble getting a good rhythm and finding a good angle to help ease the last of his length inside of me.

Keeping in view of the camera, Julian guides me back to my knees, braced at the far edge of the tub, just as I had been when I first tried to entice him to fuck me.

“Good girl, now sit back,” he instructs cooly, guiding me back onto his massive cock and tilting my body backward to lean against him.

He pressed his hips upward, the head of his cock nearly bumping against my cervix.

“Julian!” I cry out with the unexpected depth and fullness of the penetration.

His hips rock backward and I hear a soft buzzing start from somewhere behind. Before I can turn my head to see the source of the noise, Julian brings a small vibrating pebble of metal to my swollen clit.

I buck against him involuntarily, taking the last of his cock inside me as his head bottoms out against my cervix with a delicious, deep pressure.

Even though he doesn’t have a knot, Julian’s cock is so large and so thick that I feel full down to my core. Somewhere in the back of my mind I know that if I were in heat it still wouldn’t be enough—but right now? Between the intense sensation of the bullet vibe on my clit and Julian pumping his monster cock in and out of me, I’m about to lose my mind.

As if he’s read my thoughts, Julian tilts me forward, putting some of my own weight back onto my knees as he slams me from behind—vibrator still buzzing on my clit at several hundred RPMs.

I scream out as I cum, hard.

My orgasm is so strong that my muscles practically force Julian out of me—my pussy squirting like a fountain.

Rushing to claim his taste, Julian buries his face in my pussy from behind. He licks me while I shiver and quake—cumming into his own fist as he rocks through his orgasm.

Spent and out of breath, the two of us splash off with a bit of fresh water from the faucet, laughing as we both give weak waves to the camera.

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m exhausted,” Julian sighs happily—leaning in to peck a kiss onto my lips as I towel off.

“I think it’s time for a snack and some snuggling on the couch,” I yawn, twisting my hair into a clip on the top of my head, so that I don’t get the damp ends on my dry pajamas.

“I’m sure I’ll get an earful about our little performance tonight,” Julian chuckles, stepping into a fresh pair of boxers.

“Well, if they have any complaints—send them my way.” I give a sparkling wink.

“Even if they give me hell?” Julian smirks at me, adjusting his still half-hard cock down a leg of his sweatpants.

“It was 1000% worth it.”

I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t nearly flown off the handle when Sol and Magnus had told me about Daphne and Julian’s date.

While we all had technically agreed to ‘no knotting’ until Daphne was in her first heat—it had also been implied that we’d wait to more fully consummate the courtship.

Sol and Magnus had guessed correctly that I was not going to feel charitable toward Julian upon the initial revelation. However, they were also correct in guessing that my flaming temper would be quenched as soon as I saw the private film Julian had produced.

After allowing cooler, not little, heads to prevail—I realized how stupid it was to feel jealous of Julian, when he would inevitably always experience at least a pinch of jealousy when we alphas would knot Daphne.

Still, the surprise of it all knocked me somewhat off balance. For all her girl-next-door charm, it was becoming increasingly obvious that Daphne Dale was hardly as tame or innocent as she seemed at first glance.

The competitive, stubborn, proud part of me feels distinctly at a disadvantage. Magnus has tapped all his resources, including Julian, to present Daphne with the perfect nesting place. Sol has appealed to the real Daphne. Not the starlet, not the omega, but the real deal. The pair already share an effortless emotional intimacy that the rest of us eye greedily. Of course there’s Julian, who already knows what it’s like to be inside her.