Lights, Camera, Omega (Hollywood Omegas #1)

“I need you Magnus,” I whine, allowing my white cotton wrapping to fall to the floor, revealing my hard nipples and the glistening tracts of slick running down my thighs.

Magnus tosses a dish towel over the finished sandwich and rounds the kitchen island, his strengthening erection clearly visible through his gray sweatpants.

“Of course, Liebling, let’s get you upstairs.”

I am carried up the stairs by Cosmo, who lays me gently down on the bed. Sol and Julian take turns giving me tender kisses, their mouths traveling lower; sucking and nibbling at my breasts. Cosmo’s long pianist fingers gently stroke my slick pussy, his nimble fingertips toying with my swollen clit as Sol and Julian spread my knees wide—all three of them preparing me, displaying me to Magnus—packmaster and king of this magical sandcastle by the sea.

“Please,” I whimper, my pleading eyes turned up to Magnus, who kneels before me—his body softly lit by the pink salt lamps and dancing votive candle flames; not as chiseled as Cosmo or Sol, but not as lean or lithe as Julian.

Magnus’ bare chest and defined abs are muttered with a down of silvery ash blond hair, his impressive, cut cock springs upward from between his legs. Not as long as Julian’s monster, but certainly just as thick. His titanic knot is a dusty rose and is without a doubt the largest in the pack. I saw it earlier as he was fucking Julian’s face, suspended above me. I’m not even sure I can take a knot that big, but goddamn if I don’t wanna try.

“Relax, Leibling—we’ll take things slow,” Magnus purrs, his smile devilish, as if he’s seen me eyeing his massive knot with equal parts anticipation and trepidation.

The others part, allowing Magnus unfettered access to my naked body; preparing to watch their packmaster descend upon me eagerly.

Magnus lifts one of my feet from the bed, pressing a kiss to my instep before he moves to my ankle, a trail of kisses continuing to follow his gentle hands as he works his way higher and higher—his pearly canine teeth nipping at the inside of my thigh after placing a fairly chaste kiss on my kneecap. I give a surprised yelp at the little nibble—my yelp melting into a throaty moan as Magnus runs his tongue up my dripping pussy lips.

“Bet she tastes just as sweet as ever, don’t she?” Sol rumbles to the side of me, his accent sneaking in heavier than normal. He watches Magnus with jealousy as Magnus goes down on me, one of Cosmo’s delicate hands tweak Sol’s tawny brown nipples as Sol strokes both his and Cosmo’s hard cocks.

“The sweetest,” Magnus agrees in between lapping at my cunt and suckling my swollen clit.

Julian strokes himself on the far end of the bed, his eyes fixed intently on Magnus and I.

“I know it’s early,” Julian pants, a whine of desperation pitching his voice upward.

“But I call cleanup” he huffs, stroking his imposing length.

Cosmo scowls at Julian.

“Don’t give me that look Cos, you snooze you lose.” Julian sticks out his tongue.

“Why don’t you come over here with that smart mouth while we watch,” Cosmo challenges.

The sight of the three of them together only makes my insides ache with tightness—Magnus’ attention on my clit threatening to make me cum already.

Magnus must be able to feel how wound tight I am, because he lifts his face from between my legs—wiping my juices from his mouth and chin before he presses his lips to mine, my taste still sweet and salty on his tongue as it sweeps into my mouth.

Everything else seems to blur from view as Magnus enters me—his girth stretching and filling me even before I’ve gotten to his massive knot.

I moan into his mouth, one of his hands tangled in my hair as he strokes me deep inside with his hard heat.

I can barely breathe. I’m so overwhelmed by the feeling of his body on mine—our lips and tongues crushing one another so hard I worry I’ll have to wear dark lipstick to hide the bruising.

It’s as if we can’t get close enough to one another—even though there are no clothes, barely even any air between us.

Magnus’ knot pushes against my slick pussy lips, then draws back as he lifts his hips–almost pulling out of me entirely. Even though I’m dripping—practically soaking the bed beneath me as Magnus pistons inside me; I can’t quite stretch to fit.

I moan, desperate to feel Magnus fill me to my limit.

“Look at your pack, Liebling,” he commands, his voice deep and sonorous–close against my ear as he continues to fuck me slow and deep.

I watch Sol and Cosmo kiss one another with Julian pinned between them; Sol’s cock in Julian’s ass up to the knot—Cosmo holding a handful of Julian’s flaming red curls as he fucks Julian’s mouth—his other hand stroking Julian’s massive uncut cock as it weeps pre-cum.

The pressure of Magnus’ knot at the tight ring of my muscles begins to give way as I watch Sol and Cosmo enjoying Julian. Magnus sucks gently along the column of my tender throat—not yet giving me his bite, still the sensation satisfying some of my need.

“All of us are yours,” Magnus rasps in my ear—his hips digging deeper as he pushes into me.

“And you are ours,” he growls, covering my mouth with his once more.