Lights, Camera, Omega (Hollywood Omegas #1)

“No, no–I’ll take it from here. I said I’ll take it from here!” the voice booms, clear and authoritative, as tender hands reach down to lift me from my place on the floor.

Julian.

His clean, citrusy, comforting scent washes over me like an instant balm on my burning flesh.

“Julian!” I whimper, barely able to sob his name.

“I have you, you’re ok, you’re safe now,” he assures me, bundling me against him. cradled in his arms, his low rhythmic purr eases some of the tension in my aching muscles.

It’s about then that I pass out.

I regain consciousness, instantly aware that I’ve gotten a little relief. The familiar scent of Julian and I mixed, soothes my ragged nerves, the lights are low and the sound of running water is coming from the bath.

Julian has managed to get me back to Tern’s Nest, but the fact remains that I am now on the precipice of beginning my first heat—unplanned and unprepared.

“Julian!” I mewl, aching and nearly breathless with need.

I hear a clatter over the partial wall, and Julian rushes out to attend me; his beautiful auburn curls hastily tied back and his white silk sleeves rolled all the way up to his elbows.

“Darling.” He kneels, cradling the back of my head in his hands.

“Sol is on his way, he’s stopping to get some of Magnus and Cosmo’s stuff—some blankets and clothes that smell like them.”

I nod, whining—slick already seeping from between my legs—the pillow clamped between my knees almost sodden.

“That should help soothe you a bit till they can actually get here.” He gently pushes some of the hair plastered to my damp brow out of the way and blows gently over my fevered skin to cool me.

I work my mouth as if to speak, but it’s bone dry. Julian hurries to the nearby side table and pours me a glass of water.

“Sol will be here soon. I started drawing you a bath—if you think that will help.” Julian helps me sip the glass of water and I nod emphatically at the mention of the bath.

He places the glass on the side table and helps me to my feet, guiding me into the bathroom and the massive filling tub.

Unlike the last time, Julian helps me step up and over the lip of the massive, tiled basin. He leans over me as he helps me recline against the tub wall.

“Julian,” I manage to get out, breathy—mouth still feeling hot and tacky, though my skin does seem to feel a little less tight as I begin to submerge in the rising waters.

“I need you to help me,” I huff, out of breath.

A pained look crosses his face.

“I don’t know how much help I’m going to be for very long Daphne, this is your first heat—you need your alphas,” he purrs, worry furrowing his brow… Though I can already see that Julian’s at half mast through his thin linen trousers.

“I don’t know either, but I need you now Julian,” I wail, tweaking my own painfully hard nipples in the rippling bathwater.

Obedient as ever, Julian begins striping out of his clothes at the edge of the bath.

Without realizing I was moving my own body, as if possessed–I push up and out of the water gracefully like a dolphin—snatching Julian’s half hard cock with my greedy little hands as soon as he drops his pants and boxers.

I relish the startled look on his face as I take him in my mouth—all of my lethargy suddenly evaporates; a fiery, libidinous drive swiftly taking me over.

Julian looks up at the camera and shakes his head ruefully, his eyes nearly rolling back to the whites.

“Magnus,” he grunts out, his hips hitching as I take his massive cock as deep as I can into my throat and barely managing the monster halfway.

“Get back here as f-fast as you can,” he speaks directly into the camera.

Julian seems doubly surprised when I stop sucking him, splashing up off of my knees to practically pull him end over end into the bath—his white silk shirt still a quarter buttoned and hanging prettily from his shoulders.