Lights, Camera, Omega (Hollywood Omegas #1)

Daphne gives a cry of delight as I continue on like this a few moments; doing my best to keep my pace slow and sustainable. The velvet grip of Daphne’s cunt threatens to squeeze every ounce of pleasure from me just like this.

Julian must see how much of a challenge this is for me, because he rushes in to help, his towel falling from his waist to the floor as he climbs into the bed.

“The sight of you two together is quite something,” Julian purrs, running a hand from the round of Daphne’s ass down the curvature of her spine—allowing his fingers to comb through her toss of flaxen waves—her head nearly dangling over the edge of the bed.

Daphne moans as I stroke her, careful to stop myself before my turgid knot touches her slick pink pussy lips. She struggles up from her elbows onto her hands and knees—eyes wild with desire.

“Julian,” she pants, nodding to the open space before her at the edge of the bed.

He stumbles to the bed’s edge—his half-mast erection hanging lazily in front of Daphne.

“If Sol isn’t going to give me his knot, I’m going to need you hard and ready as soon as he cums.” She reaches for him greedily—taking him in her mouth eagerly as I fuck her from behind.

“Hey, I’m not some two pump chump,” I protest—my hands moving swiftly from Daphne’s hips to the backs of her thighs—negotiating her off her knees so that she leans back against my chest; still halfway down my cock with the backs of her knees gripped firmly in my hands.

Julian looks equal parts relieved and disappointed that I’ve uncoupled his recovering cock from her mouth—presenting her tumescent clitoris to him; Daphne’s legs spread wide.

He doesn’t need any explicit instruction–like a good beta, Julian is face down flicking his tongue across Daphne’s clit before I start pistoning in and out of her again.

This seems to give Daphne some additional relief—because she stops begging for my knot long enough to scream and moan amidst our dual attentions.

I can feel her—sucking me in; ready and waiting for my knot when Magnus comes bursting through the circular moon door from the stairwell.

I savor the look on Magnus’ face as I say, “Just in time.”

“Sol, now!” Daphne howls.

Julian falls back against the sheets—Daphne’s slick dripping from his chin as I hook my hips upward, the taught ring of Daphne’s muscles barely giving way to the imposing girth of my tumid knot.

“Yes! Fuck!” Daphne wails in relief—my knot disappearing inside her with a surprisingly loud, wet slurping sound.

It takes all of my control not to sink my canine teeth into the side of her neck as I shoot my hot load inside her; my knot keeping my seed sealed inside her—Daphne’s muscles fire around my rock hardness as she screams out her orgasm.

Ihad been in the middle of a very important meeting with Ed Mammut about the potential funding I could expect from the studio for my next several personal projects. Hot off a run of contractual obligation films for Panopticon Pictures, it was imperative that I shake Ed down for the money he’s promised me—otherwise the sabbatical I’ve promised Cosmo, along with the new designs I’ve been making on writing a film specifically to star Daphne… Well, it might not make its way into the budget if I don’t make sure Ed prioritizes it.

Cosmo makes a disapproving tch noise and rolls his eyes. Ed doesn’t give a fuck, or doesn’t hear the small buzzing sound. I’m not sure which.

No matter what Julian could be blowing my phone up about; if the hospital and my mother haven’t called; no one has died. It can’t be that important.

Another whispering rhythmic ‘zzt-zzt-zzt,’ issues from my pocket.

Cosmo shoots me a withering look. If it had subtitles, the glare would say something along the lines of, You should have at least turned it to silent–like me.

Luckily my laptop had been muted and turned away from both Cosmo and Ed when Julian used the remote access app on his phone to open the EagleEyeTM home security camera app on my work laptop; the view of him and Daphne having another bath playdate filling my work screen.

While a kinky little bugger, I’m surprised that prim and proper professional Julian has decided to do this when he knows I’m in a conference with Ed about money. All the same, I can’t say I’m mad about it.

Cosmo shoots me a look over the top of my screen. I shrug it off—a silent don’t worry about it.

Being the degenerate that I am, I minimize the window and tuck it most of the way behind my meeting agenda while Ed drones on about projected profits from the summer box office.

Beside me, Cosmo glares as my phone buzzes in my pocket again. He looks like he’s actually about to say something about it when Eloise, Ed’s secretary, knocks on the door, letting herself in when Ed beckons.

“Mr. Lamont–if I can borrow you for a minute to speak with the Pinnacle Pictures press folks,” Eloise chirps sweetly, escorting Cosmo from the office.

It’s not long after that I am called upon to share my concerns, along with my hopes and dreams for potential personal project budgets for nearly an hour. After I’ve finished my reports and covered the first portion of our upcoming production schedule—I’m shocked to see continued activity on the house cameras.

Upon closer inspection, I can see something is amiss. On the video stream, Julian, pale and wan with exhaustion, types feverishly away on his cellphone on the bathroom camera while Sol is clearly visible on the nest bedroom camera in the middle of a work day—already half out of his clothes.