Lights, Camera, Omega (Hollywood Omegas #1)

I lay there, feverish, in the quiet for a few moments; slick beading along my pussy lips—my muscles clenching relentlessly as my clit throbs.

Faintly, I hear something that sounds like voices downstairs.

Woozy and breathless, I bob and weave to my feet—wrapping the mammoth white flat sheet around my naked body as if I’m a giant pupating burrito and hefting myself in my Egyptian cotton cocoon down the stairs—my thighs pressing together involuntarily every few steps.

About halfway down the stairs, the voices become clear enough for me to understand. It’s Magnus who I hear first.

“Both of you have been compromised in terms of your ability to think clearly—you’re all knots, no thoughts right now. Not a single brain cell between you that isn’t working in service of your goddamn cocks,” Magnus snorts a laugh. I peek over the half wall of the stairwell to get a look at him, making a sandwich at the kitchen island.

“Bond or no bond—Daphne is already as good as pack. You’re just using her as an excuse,” Cosmo snaps back at him, his hands balled into fists as he glares at Magnus from the other side of the counter.

“Cosmo,” Magnus growls, his shoulders back—gaze sharp.

“You’re a real self-centered prick, you know that Magnus?” Cosmo launches another barb.

“You’re one to talk,” Magnus deflects.

“Me? I’m the self-centered one?” Cosmo blinks in disbelief.

I don’t like the tone of this conversation, I like even less that it’s about me. I’m about to make my presence known when suddenly Julian appears from the shadows, wrapped tightly in his silk robe.

“Keep your voices down! Daphne is beyond exhausted and needs her sleep—if she wakes up she’s going to need us. Can’t this argument be put on hold for the sake of Daphne—regardless of if we’ve bonded her or not yet, she is in the throes of her first heat. We’re the ones helping her through it—and I don’t know about all of you, but I intend for this to be the first of many heats we help Daphne through.”

His words soothe me a little. Not surprised that the pack beta is the most level headed in this situation, but I can’t help but admit I am more than a little disappointed by how Magnus and Cosmo are acting.

Sol appears to provide Julian some much needed reinforcement, falling into step with him to literally face down Magnus and Cosmo in their quarreling.

Suddenly everyone is quiet—there’s a few hand gestures I don’t quite catch, and then Cosmo is growling again, “If you leave tomorrow, Magnus, I’m gonna?—”

Even though I’m watching all of them intently, it’s still difficult for my eyes to follow Magnus as he moves in a blur of motion—pure speed and control as he turns the tables on the looming, threatening Cosmo and pinions him against one of the huge stainless steel refrigerator doors.

“You’re gonna what?” he challenges a clearly surprised Cosmo.

“Are you going to lower your asking price dear Cosmo?” Magnus presses.

Asking price? What the fuck does that mean?

I descend another stair, holding my breath, so as not to make any sound.

“Are you going to recant your new demands so that I don’t have to sell my artistic soul to Ed Mammut? Or am I still going to have to figure out how to become Rumplestiltskin—to spin yet more bullshit into gold to be able to meet these new demands?”

What the fuck is Magnus talking about?

Sol and Julian stand frozen—just out of arm’s reach of the pair, as if to see what the two will do next before they have to intercede.

I don’t know what I was expecting to find when I came downstairs, but certainly not the men who I’m falling in love with having some kind of cryptic fight, of which I am somehow the centerpiece?

My mind struggles to piece together the bits of conversation I’ve just overheard, but my poor brain is so awash in chemicals that I can’t seem to cobble anything together in a way that makes sense.

Not to mention, Sol is still nude and even though his cock is soft, just thinking about it hard—with his almost ruby-hued knot stretching me with that delicious pressure, is enough to make me whimper—my pussy pulsing with anticipation.

My stifled sounds have given me away, removing my temporary invisibility. As all eyes in the room shift to me, my crying truly begins in earnest.

“What’s going on?” I snuffle, eyes puffy with tears.

“I-I woke up and everyone was gone and I was in the bed alone.”

I look directly at Magnus, his lip trembles—but he remains still.