Lights, Camera, Omega (Hollywood Omegas #1)

Daphne lets out an approving moan as I suck gently. She whines her displeasure as I withdraw, gesturing to Sol and Julian.

“Sol, Jules–if you would,” I guide them, stroking my throbbing erection through my pants.

Cosmo climbs onto the bed as Julian lowers his lips to Daphne’s left breast—Sol, gently tweaking her right nipple with his thumb and forefinger as she squirms against him.

Daphne coos and sighs under their attentions, Cosmo crawls slowly toward her—his massive knotted cock nearly a shade of purple in its trembling lividity.

“Cosmo, she needs your knot,” I urge him on, my voice low and resonant.

Much like he did during our hot-and-heavy game of spin-the-bottle; his hands move gingerly up the backs of her legs—taking hold behind her knees.

“Cosmo please!” Daphne implores him, lifting her hips off the bed toward him and his imposing member.

In the blink of an eye, he’s upon her—hands gripping the butterfly curves of her pelvis as he prepares to enter her.

All of us make some sort of sound of pleasure as Cosmo buries the first few inches of his hardness inside Daphne. I undo the button of my pants and unzip my fly, my hard cock springing forth—my knot swollen and pounding.

I walk on my knees to the rest of the pack, all lavishing their attention on Daphne.

Sol plays with Daphne’s nipples—his cock hard against her back. Julian abandons Daphne’s nipple to take my cock between his beautiful full lips—Daphne’s perfect tan-lined tits, a more incredible backdrop than I could have asked for.

“That’s good,” I reassure Cosmo—allowing one of my hands to cup the muscular curve of his ass as he flexes his hips downward, penetrating Daphne almost to the knot before drawing back again.

“You did good taking Sol’s knot, Liebling,” I compliment Daphne, the pet name slipping by my gritted teeth as Julian increases his suction on my cock.

“But you’re going to have to train up to be able to take the rest of us.”

Though being packmaster isn’t predicated on having the largest knot, it’s a happy coincidence in my case.

A true testament to Cosmo’s stroke game, it’s as if only now that I have brought it to her attention, Daphne is fully realizing that Julian is sucking me a few inches from her face. Through the haze, Daphne’s eyes fix on my knot, nearly 3.5 inches in diameter at its widest point, her face crumpling with pleasure as she imagines it stretching her.

Cosmo pistons away with increasing speed between her legs. Though she can’t see it from this angle, Cosmo’s own knot is an impressive three inches in diameter. By all appearances—she’ll be grinding down on it soon enough.

We continue like this; Sol busy with his hands, Julian slurping down my hard cock, and Cosmo stroking Daphne from the inside—the bulb of his swollen knot stopping just before her tight entrance, until Cosmo suddenly growls, “Sol, back up.”

His head swivels and Cosmo grabs a handful of Julian’s auburn locks. While it might look rough, Cosmo is careful to grip his fistful of red tresses close to the crown of Julian’s head–halting his ability to move without causing him any real pain.

“ –and you,” he rumbles, baring his teeth at Julian.

“Lay down, you’re going to pay for your early bird special, Mäusezähnchen.”

The packmaster in me wants to stop Cosmo. It’s not just because he used my personal pet name for Julian, or even because I happened to be enjoying Julian sucking me off as part of our little five-some, but even more so because he’s decided that he’s going to step on my toes as director and architect of this little scene. However, I’d be lying if I said that I hadn’t also fantasized about a tasty little ‘punishment’ for Julian after his lucky loophole escapades with Daphne.

So, I allow it. But, I can’t totally let Cosmo tread all over my position and pride.

“That’s right Julian, lay down flat on your back—Sol get a pillow under his neck.” I begin to conduct everyone once more.

“Daphne, Liebling, Lay on Julian, face down, put that sweet pussy of yours right on his face so that he can give your clitoris some good attention while Cosmo fucks you, it will help get that big knot of his right inside.”

Daphne scrambles to do as she’s told, the mania of her heat cycle near its peak—her insatiable lust underpinning each breath with urgency.

“Hase, our dear girl needs you deep,” I direct Cosmo using my pet name for him; ‘Rabbit’—for he is once again, snared in my trap.

The big, bad wolf. I almost laugh.

“Spatzi,” ‘Little Sparrow’, I call Sol, the only player left to place on the stage.

“Our dear mäusezähnchen Is going to need some attention too.” I nod to Julian beneath Daphne—his cock within reach of her mouth, his asshole ready for Sol to penetrate.