Lights, Camera, Omega (Hollywood Omegas #1)

Daphne ceases her arguing, at least for the moment—her back arches off the bed as she twists her fingers in the sea of linens beneath her.

What I don’t mention is that neither Cosmo nor Magnus have actually answered any of their voluminous text messages—nor have they called back after numerous missed calls and dire voicemails. I’m assuming it’s because they got them en route back to Cypress House and they’ve merely redirected themselves into horrible standstill traffic to get here. Of course, there also is the possibility that the pair are still in an important meeting or otherwise engaged and they haven’t caught wind of the seriousness of the situation yet.

The intoxicating melange of Daphne’s perfume cuts into my ability to use my big head. That sticky sweet honey, apricot, peony bouquet turns off my thinky brain and threatens to put my little head in charge.

I’m going to do my best to wait for Cosmo and Magnus to make it… but I’m not sure I’m going to be able to keep my promise—despite my best efforts and intentions.

Daphne’s more rough than usual—both hands slipping into my golden mane, practically shoving my face into her sweet pussy as I lower my head between her legs.

Though the sound is muffled because Daphne’s thighs are clamped against my ears—I can just barely hear Julian doing his best to keep his voice low as he leaves yet another unhinged voicemail for Magnus or Cosmo, I can’t tell which.

“You feel so good, Sol,” Daphne keens, grinding her hips against my face.

“But I’m so tight that I hurt,” she simpers, pushing me off of her—wriggling to the edge of the bed.

I’m more than a little surprised by Daphne’s sudden houdini act, still struggling to get myself up off of my own belly when I see Daphne get down on all fours, dropping her elbows and her head hangs down; her ass hiked high in the air–her slick pink folds presented to me.

“Help me Sol, I need your knot to stretch me,” she whines, her fingers stroking at her own slick slit.

“I want—your cum to fill me,” she begs.

With those words, the animal inside me slips its leash.

Julian emerges from the bathroom as I wrestle with the large silver buckle on my belt—already trying to free my hard cock; my knot nearly swollen to full size now.

“Listen, I know after our date I’m not one to talk but—” Julian begins, his eyes darting between me and Daphne—full on presenting to me at the edge of the bed.

“She’s suffering, Jules.” I can tell by the pain that crosses Julian’s beautiful features as I say it that I’ve stomped out the opportunity for any argument with those words.

He nods gravely, understanding in his very core.

“I don’t know what’s holding them up—but I’m going to go figure it out and get them here,” he assures me—leaving me to see to Daphne’s needs as he takes off down the stairs.

“Sol!” Daphne bawls, her desperation reaching a fever pitch.

I’m out of my clothes in the blink of an eye—my sizeable cock with it’s swollen knot bobbing in front of Daphne’s slick pussy.

“I’ll give you my knot, Sunshine,” I growl.

“But we’re gonna take it real slow working up to it, alright girl? I say low and soft as if I’m gentling a horse, running my hand over one of Daphne’s smooth ass cheeks all the way up to the pinch of her waist, giving her a firm but gentle grip.

I lay the head of my cock against her slick lips, just below the hard bud of her clit. Daphne gives a contented sigh as I run the bulb of my corona upward to stroke Daphne’s swollen clit. She doesn’t even complain the first few times that I draw my hard knob down her quivering honeyed pussy lips—teasing her by dipping just my tip into her glistening petals.

All I want to do is to bury myself to the hilt deep inside her, but as excited as she is, I know that this is the first time that Daphne is ever taking an alpha’s knot; she has to be well lubricated and prepared to avoid any potential discomfort now or later—once the hormones, pheromones, dopamine, and adrenaline have ebbed away.

“Cut the shit Sol, I need you inside me.” Daphne tries to slam herself back against me, just like she did to Julian in their little XXX home movie—but I’ve got a firm hold on her hips and I won’t let her move.

“Ah, ah-ah!” I tut, giving Daphne a gentle swat on the ass with my open hand and drawing a high breathy whine from her.

“I’m your alpha, Daphne Dale,” I growl, power crackling through my words.

“I said I’ll take care of you, Sunshine. You gotta trust me,” I comfort her, easing several inches of my length inside her taut, honeyed canal.

“Please, more,” Daphne whinges, struggling against my grip in an attempt to slide down the rest of my shaft to the knot at the bottom.

“Just relax, Sunshine,” I rumble, drawing my hips back far enough that my cock pops free of her pussy’s grip with a wet sucking sound.

“Lemme take care of you,” I offer, re-entering her, stroking her nearly as deep as my knot before drawing back.