Lights, Camera, Omega (Hollywood Omegas #1)

I want to protest, to say that I am rather invested in getting into Cosmo Lamont’s pants—thankyouverymuch. Before I can raise my concerns, however, Cosmo has coaxed me up and into his arms, cupping my ass with his large, strong hands before he lifts me from the floor, carrying me the several remaining paces to the piano bench.

We stay like this. Me wrapped around him like a koala—a tangle of lips, teeth, and tongue—my hands comb through his coal black hair.

I nearly squeal when Cosmo tilts forward, bending down to set me on the piano bench.

Once he’s gotten me situated, he works his way down to his knees before me—his clever artist’s fingers working their way under the delicate strings of my barely there mesh thong—my pussy already glistening with slick.

Before I can say anything, Cosmo’s tongue is running up my dripping slit—stopping to circle around the hard bud of my clit.

“Cosmo!” I whine, bucking my hips into his face on pure reflex.

He continues, the nimble work of his tongue sending the muscles in my deepest core into a powerful, clenching ripple.

Slick drips from my ass to the floor as Cosmo toys with my clit; sucking and licking—soft and maddeningly slow. His oral attentions make me ache for him inside. I reach down, my hand cradling the back of his head, pressing his mouth into me as if it will help to fill the aching tightness coiling inside me.

“Cosmo please,” I whimper, my legs trembling as the tip of his tongue darts back and forth across the tiny throbbing pearl of flesh that threatens to drive me mad.

“No, don’t stop!” My wail escapes me, high and urgent, as Cosmo halts his efforts—lifting those indigo purple eyes to meet mine.

Cosmo actually scoffs a dry laugh at me.

“Please what?” he growls, his hands still bracing my legs behind the knee, keeping me spread wide apart.

“Please, I need you… I-inside,” I puff unsteadily, arms wobbly from supporting myself upright on the narrow wooden piano bench under the weight of my own pleasure.

Cosmo’s eyes flicker with a diabolical glee.

“Do you?” He sneers, his face drawing so close to my dripping pussy again that I can feel his breath on me.

“Because I think that you’re lying.” Cosmo flashes a demonic grin before pursing his lips around my swollen clit.

My eyes force closed and I moan involuntarily.

“I think you’re gonna cum right here on my face,” he challenges, before giving me the gentlest of nibbles. He dips his tongue inside me, and I teeter backward slightly, almost lost in sensation.

“You’re not going to get my cock, my knot until you get down on your hands and knees and hike that pretty round ass in the air, and present that sweet pink pussy to me in your first heat,” he snarls.

“Cosmo—” My chest shudders with heavy breathing as he sucks my clit—his lips and tongue winding me tighter and tighter.

“You can cry and whine all you like Daphne, I’m not as weak as Julian—I have control—I can wait,” he leers at me.

“If you won’t fuck me—” I pout, my voice breathy and plaintive—his mouth already back to licking and suckling.

“Please let me cum.” My legs spasm in his firm grip—my arms all but giving out.

Cosmo doesn’t say anything, he just continues his work in silence as my body threatens to rattle apart.

I gasp as if I’ve been underwater, my breath held captive as Cosmo lifts his face from my wet cunt to threaten, “I don’t know. Maybe I should just keep you here on the edge until the sun rises.”

He grins at me—his fingers sliding up along my quivering pussy lips; touching me with something other than his lips and tongue for the first time since he planted me on the bench.

I’m so desperate, tight, hot, dripping and out of breath that I’m worried I may start to cry.

“Cosmo please,” I keen, high and desperate.

“Please what?” he laughs cruelly—slipping his middle finger inside me.

“Cosmo I can’t…” I snivel pathetically, tears well in my eyes as he slips his index finger inside me too. My aching muscles clamp around the two fingers fiercely—but it’s not enough.