Lights, Camera, Omega (Hollywood Omegas #1)

I sit back and watch the scene I have constructed unfold; Julian laps hungrily at Daphne’s cunt as Cosmo fucks her—Daphne sucking Julian’s massive uncut cock as Sol teases Julian’s taut asshole with his fingers—preparing Julian to take his girth with a mixture of Daphne’s dripping saliva and a few pumps of glistening lube.

I sit back on my heels, kneeling before the beautiful exhibition of flesh, stroking myself hard and slow with one hand, the other squeezing my knot tight.

Cosmo is a glory to behold. You can see that he can’t tell where to look. Should he watch his beloved Sol pounding Julian’s sweet ass? Perhaps Daphne—her cheeks hollowed as she sucks Julian, pumping his shaft with one perfectly manicured hand? Daphne’s pussy—Cosmo’s own knot ready to bury itself inside her?

For the moment, he looks directly at me—my little rabbit caught in the trap of our undeniable kinky sexual chemistry and the shared pleasure of the pack.

It’s Julian who cums first. Even though he’s already put three creampies inside Daphne, before Sol even arrived, he shoots another load—pearly and viscous across Daphne’s kitten tongue and full lips.

The sight of Daphne, getting railed from behind–her mouth dripping with Julian’s cum, is enough to send Sol into a jerky set of spasms as he cums in Julian’s ass.

“That’s a good girl, Liebling. You’ve already made Sol and Julian cum,” I praise Daphne.

“Mäusezähnchen, you keep licking Daphne’s clit until she takes Cosmo’s knot,” I warn him—Cosmo’s strokes are becoming more and more intense.

“She’s ready for it now Cosmo, all that sweet slick dripping,” I command him.

“Daphne, once he’s inside—grip him as hard as you can with that sweet, tight cunt.” My breaths are ragged now—I can feel my knot throb in my iron grip as I skirt the edge of my own orgasm.

Cosmo rears back and slams home—his knot disappearing inside of Daphne as she cries out.

“Cosmo!”

I teeter on the edge—waiting until I see that Cosmo’s twitching, halting jerks, slow to a stop—Julian’s body, the only thing keeping Daphne from melting straight through the bed.

Satisfied that everyone else has been satisfied, I wobble to standing on the mattress–barely making it the three steps it takes to get to Cosmo before he reaches for me–squeezing my knot with one hand–his tongue hanging out of his mouth to catch my seed; his other hand still resting on Daphne’s right ass cheek.

I look right into his beautiful indigo eyes, Daphne’s perfume is so strong I can taste it at the back of my tongue as I shoot my cum into Cosmo’s waiting mouth.

Iwake, on my side, curved against Daphne like the moon, but no longer still inside her. I feel an instant pang of something akin to homesickness, wanting nothing more than to be inside her again—our closeness whole, complete.

Julian is asleep too, breathing slowly and evenly on the other side of her in the bed—their fingers laced together under Daphne’s chin. Though the sound of their breathing is the loudest thing in the room, I can faintly hear the sound of voices in the kitchen downstairs.

I lift my head off the pillow and crane my neck to look around the nest. Even though it’s very dark, I can tell that neither Magnus nor Sol are in the room, let alone on the bed.

I slither out of the sheets as stealthily as I can, tiptoeing out of the bedroom and downstairs toward the sound of the voices.

Sol stands nude, his soft cock hanging between his legs in the sliver of yellow light from the open refrigerator. His eyes are sleepy and he’s sipping some fancy microbrew beer from an amber glass longneck while Magnus assembles a two foot long submarine sandwich on the kitchen island in his boxer briefs.

I’m surprised by how angry I still am when Magnus fills my view. Knotting Daphne with the rest of the pack there to share in the experience certainly helped take the edge off, but I still haven’t gotten the answers I want out of him about why the fuck he didn’t prioritize our omega.

I stalk into the kitchen on silent feet. Sol nearly jumps when he catches sight of me around the edge of the fridge door.

“Hey Cos, how are you feeling?” He grins at me over his beer.

I can’t help but share that conspiratorial smile. We’ve both tasted heaven tonight. I know he’s already thinking about the next time too…

“You know how good it was,” I grunt, that tight feeling already coiling deep in my abdomen again just thinking about it.

“But I think Magnus still has some explaining to do,” I growl, glaring at Magnus—a stupid smug smirk already curling his lips.

Magnus lays a slice of provolone cheese atop a mountain of prosciutto, genoa salami, and spicy capicola—refusing to dignify me with eye contact as he continues to construct his sandwich.

“So, you gonna tell me why you decided that we didn’t need to head home to our omega while she started her goddamn first heat?” I cut straight to the point, no preamble.

Magnus sighs and shakes his head.

“Hase,” He calls me by my pet name in that rasping, smoky stone on stone voice of his—just like he does when we play. It’s enough to turn that coiled tightness in the pit of my guts into a budding hardness in my boxer briefs.