Lights, Camera, Omega (Hollywood Omegas #1)

He gasps and flounders to keep himself from getting hurt—but in a windmilling of limbs and a few splashes—he’s in the tub, beneath me.

“Get your sweet ass home, Magnus,” I hiss at the camera, straddling Julian—stroking the head of his massive knotless cock against my slick pink pussy lips.

Julian lets out a deep moan as I sink onto his long, thick erection—my own moans resonating with Julian’s as I slowly work his length inside me.

“Julian is being such a good boy and helping me real good right now,” I whimper in a pitchy baby voice as I slide up and down Julian’s cock—steadily gaining speed and depth—my eyes on the black glassy eye of the camera as Julian grabs my hips—pumping his hips up in time with my galloping ride.

“I’m going to keep fucking Julian until his balls are dry or he passes out—but I need knots Magnus,” I moan–I can tell Julian’s close from how hard he’s breathing.

There’s a few moments of heavy breathing, the sounds of pleasure, and the splashing of water—then Julian’s hips stutter as if he’s going to pull out of me.

He lifts us both out of the water—preparing to draw back into the bath and shoot his load across my ass. Instead, I slam my hips back against him forcing him all the way inside me as he cums, filling me.

Julian looks at me through the reflection of the nearby vanity mirror—eyes wide with shock; his soaked silk shirt transparent, and stuck to him, looking like a marble statue. He looks from the camera lens to our reflection in the mirror—me still half-seated reverse cowgirl; his cum seeping from where we are still joined together—his cock already softening.

My wheels spin too fast, spitting white gravel stones as I pull a hard turn into the far end of the parking circle at Tern’s Nest.

I had been shooting some motorcycle sequences on the other side of town when my phone started blowing up. When I finally returned one of Julian’s nearly twenty missed calls—I understood the sense of urgency.

Thankfully, one of my buddies was able to backfill me for the rest of the day’s stunts, and I left the set immediately.

My first stop was Cypress House. As quickly as I could, I grabbed the thin cotton quilt and top sheet from Magnus and Julian’s shared bed, along with some of their sweaters and sweatpants from the laundry. On my way to Tern’s Nest, I stopped at The Ranch and grabbed similar fare; bedsheets and the muslin blanket off of Cosmo and I’s shared bed and a selection of hoodies and flannel button downs from the laundry.

Ironically, it’s Julian, our pack beta, who has been able to get Daphne and spirit her away to the safety of the nest. He won’t be able to help her get full relief though. They’ve barely been home half an hour—and already Julian has had to help Daphne to completion once. He knows he doesn’t have the knot or the stamina she needs right now.

I burst into the house, arms full of linens and laundry—bounding up the stairs to the nest proper, where I can already hear the wet slapping sounds of Julian and Daphne’s athletic coupling in the bath.

Abandoning the mountain of different scented fabrics on the bed—I careen around the corner. Julian’s gritting his teeth—his face almost bloodless with exhaustion as Daphne calls out—riding another orgasm out of the drained Julian.

The two of them collapse, chests heaving and skin beaded with moisture, into the bath water.

“Sol,” Julian’s tongue darts out over his parched lips as he tries in vain to catch his breath.

“Thank god you’re here,” he wheezes, almost completely spent.

Daphne looks up at me—her eyes wide, pupils dilated to pools of endless dark.

“Sol…” She whines, slithering off of Julian—one hand already between her legs, touching herself, the other tweaking a hard nipple.

I look at her, Julian’s cum running from her pink pussy into the increasingly murky bathwater, my cock already hard from watching her ride Julian—my knot swelling at the sight and smell of her, delirious with arousal.

“Sol, I need your knot,” she mewls plaintively—crawling over the edge of the bathtub to paw at me with her pruney fingers.

All I want to do is lift her out of the water—prop her on the edge of the sink and fuck her until my knot disappears inside her slick, tight, heat. But we made a promise—not to knot Daphne until she’s in her first heat—and even then, to do it together. To deepen our connections and make sure the match is secure before we bond Daphne as our omega.

“C’mon, Sunshine, we gotta let you dry out a bit—and we gotta give poor Julian a bit to recharge his batteries.” It takes all my self control to help her out of the bath and shepherd her to the bed, cocooned in an oversized fluffy white towel.

“Sol, please,” Daphne whimpers, kissing my neck as I lay her down amongst the sheets and blankets that smell like all the members of Pack Silver.

“I’ll do my best to help you Sunshine, but we should try to wait till the others get here to get started,” I soothe, unwrapping her towel, running my hands down her leagues of warm, rosy gold, smooth skin.

Daphne’s face crumples with frustration and anger.

“I only agreed to the stupid rule you all made because it seemed fine before I started my fucking heat,” she complains, guiding my hands down her stomach, toward the apex of her thighs.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I hear Julian get out of the bath and start to drain it.

“Magnus and Cosmo should be here soon.” I lean down and kiss her mouth, one of my hands already parting her slick pink petals, slipping two fingers inside of her.