Lights, Camera, Omega (Hollywood Omegas #1)

Daphne doesn’t say anything, just keeps shaking her head.

“Try us,” Cosmo offers calmly, taking a seat closer to the waning moon of pillows at the top of the bed, reaching out to stroke Daphne’s hair.

“We may not understand, but we will do everything in our power to help,” I say finally, taking my own seat and draping a hand over one of Daphne’s trembling knees.

“I wanted Sol’s knot so bad—I want all of you so goddamn badly,” she begins, her voice already choked with tears.

“But when it happened and Sol didn’t bite me—didn’t bond—” She hiccups on her own tears and can’t even finish the sentence.

The four of us exchange looks as Daphne cries softly. Cosmo’s glare at me seems particularly hateful—but as pack lead, I press on.

“Shhh, it’s very normal to feel that way. Your body chemistry is expecting the bite to come with the knot,” I soothe, pulling one of her hands from her face to kiss her knuckles softly.

“So why can’t you all do it now?” Daphne whimpers, her teary aquamarine eyes with their blown-out pupils makes my heart crack in my chest—but I know just as well as anyone else in this room; without the body chemicals in play—bonding too early can be devastating.

We all agreed when we were sound of mind and body, Daphne and the rest of the pack, that we would wait until the end of her first heat to begin the bonding process. Ruts and heats distort the very fabric of reality for those in the throes of their thrall. For an alpha, knotting an omega can quite literally change your brain chemistry. We all want to be on level, equal footing in body and mind before committing to one another. I plan to ensure we keep that promise.

“You know why Daphne, my sweet girl.” I lean down and gently kiss her lips.

“We have to wait until after your first heat—it’s the right thing to do,” Julian backs me up, purring steadily.

Daphne whines—looking to Cosmo for his reaction.

“Believe me,” his voice crackles with fiery passion—his hand running down Daphne’s shoulder to the side of her ribcage, curving at the pinch of her waistline to stop at the high peak of her hips.

“It’s taking everything I have right now to listen to reason.” His grip tightens slightly, his fingers studding her tender flesh.

There’s a moment of silence—heavy with the sound of our shared ragged breathing—the nest redolent with our intermingled alpha and beta scents and Daphne’s pumping perfume.

Sol and Daphne both make small, breathy noises as Sol’s knot finally dissipates enough for him to pull out of her.

Julian hurries to the bedside table to get the exhausted Sol a glass of water, his towel dropped and forgotten—his cock already hard again.

Daphne watches Julian greedily.

“It’s embarrassing, but I want more,” she pants, her voice on the precipice of a pitchy whine.

“It’s not embarrassing,” I say with utter seriousness–my hand creeping over Daphne’s knee, up her thigh.

“You’re in your first heat, you need us,” I comfort her.

“You need your alphas,” Cosmo adds, his fingers already at the buttons of his black button down.

We nod to one another, our quarrel officially set aside.

“Cosmo, let’s take care of our girl–shall we?” I rumble, removing my hand from Daphne’s silky thigh to adjust my positioning.

Cosmo growls his ascent, Daphne’s hands already moving and seeking over Cosmo’s sculpted abs while Cosmo himself sets to work removing his black leather belt.

“Daphne, my dear, why don’t you lean back and relax a bit—let Cosmo deal with removing those pesky clothes,” I direct her, though I can tell she’s reluctant to stop touching him.

“Sol, if you wouldn’t mind?” I gesture to Sol to provide Daphne a human headboard, as the large circular mattress we’re occupying, has none. He complies eagerly—settling in behind Daphne so that she can lay back against his chest.

“There, isn’t that better?” I begin undoing my buttons, moving in tandem with Julian on either side of Daphne and Sol—gently guiding her knees apart.

Daphne fusses slightly, her pussy muscles visibly pulsing—her slick flowing like honey.

“I think these could use some attention.” I reach out and gently brush the very tips of my fingers over Daphne’s hard nipples, dipping my palm down to cup her large, heavy breast—bringing the point of hard flesh to my pursed lips.