Lights, Camera, Omega (Hollywood Omegas #1)

I don’t get this line of dirty talk—but you can tell she’s about to take his knot deep. When she does—I don’t know if I’ll be able to hold back.

“Sleeping beauty has to wake up, she needs your kiss,” Daphne whines with desperation, her pussy stretching, welcoming Cosmo’s knot inside her.

Daphne and Cosmo let out loud noises of pleasure as his knot disappears in her slick pink petals, and Daphne gyrates against him, her head still thrown back as she screams, “I need it now!”

It seems so natural, so obvious that I almost don’t process the bite when it happens.

Cosmo’s body jerks against Daphne as he cums inside her–sinking his teeth into the side of her neck with the power of a bonding bite.

There’s a flash of rage that tears through me, hot and wild. How could he do this? How could Cosmo go directly against our agreement as a pack—even if our soon-to-be-omega goaded him to do it?

It’s followed by the piercing regret that it wasn’t me. I wasn’t the one to bond her first—my duty and my right as packmaster. It stings my pride and causes a surprising amount of jealousy to cloud my mind.

Through the anger and jealousy though, there’s still the raging inferno of my desire. Cosmo and Daphne—two of the people I want most on the face of this earth—joined in the most intense of intimate exchanges. This bond, the physical manifestation of the promise between us to live, love, and fuck like this for the rest of our lives.

The sight of them joined in this penultimate pleasure—overcomes the rest of my thinking brain and paralyzes me with base desire.

In my shock and conflicted delight, I shoot my own load—hot and thick down Julian’s throat.

If you had asked if I had ‘Cosmo disobeys Magnus and bonds with our prospective omega during her first heat after we agreed not to’, on my metaphorical omega courting bingo card, I would have said ‘absolutely fucking not’.

And yet, here we are.

Long before Daphne, or even Sol—back when I was still new and insecure about Cosmo and Magnus’ special connection that predated me and my joining of Pack Silver, Magnus promised he would eventually bond me along with our chosen omega.

I have since eagerly awaited that day–frequently talking down my own jealousy, my own wants and needs under the premise that someday I would have Magnus’ bite—just like our treasured omega. It had even seemed like that day might be close at hand—a beautiful and momentous occasion for myself and our entire pack.

Until Cosmo went ahead and ruined it.

Though Magnus was clearly furious, and neither Sol nor I were much more pleased—all three of us somehow managed to keep from making this a huge production—making Daphne the priority during her first heat.

Daphne’s heat first ended up lasting a full four days. Even though Cosmo bonded her on the second day, against our pack agreement—there was no fighting. No punishment or ‘retaliation’. Our omega needed us, all of us to help her get through her first heat. There wasn’t any time to quarrel when Daphne needed constant tending to.

After all, we did want to bond her… just when there was less of a risk of body and brain chemicals being the main motivator for such a serious commitment.

While Sol and Magnus were clearly not happy with Cosmo’s decision to take matters into his own hands, or his own teeth, as the case may be; no one could plausibly deny that they hadn’t enjoyed the bond just by proxy.

Fuck—I’m only a beta and it’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever witnessed in my goddamn life, and I’ve been part of Pack Silver for years—I wasn’t sure things could get more hedonistic around here.

While there hadn’t been any outright fights about the bond, it’s hard to deny that there has been a distinct discomfort generated by the imbalance of power created by the situation.

Magnus, our packmaster, set forth an edict that we all agreed to follow, and Cosmo flagrantly disobeyed. On top of Cosmo’s transgression, technically Daphne also violated the accord. Which, is slightly more complicated as part of the reason why we even agreed to wait in the first place, is because omegas can be so overwhelmed during a heat—especially the first one they experience, that they feel compelled to bond with whomever they are spending that heat with—even if the match isn’t ideal outside of the rose-tinted-glasses that the heat gives an omega during that time.

While their inside Sleeping Beauty references were difficult to parse in the moment, it became obvious very quickly that Daphne and Cosmo exchanged consent before he bonded her; at once comforting and also infuriating.

Even though the rest of Daphne’s heat passed without incident, as soon as she showed the indications of her heat being over this morning—Magnus left the nest, opting to head to his rescheduled meeting with Ed Mammut without taking Cosmo with him.

Sol also rose and departed for his own return to the work he had been forced to neglect for the past several days.

I’m not sure how hurt or betrayed he feels by Cosmo—but I can tell that Daphne is agonizing over it. She hasn’t stopped pacing all morning—dark circles under her eyes.

Of course there’s also the matter of the bombshell she dropped about her shitty agent who may or may not have been trying to force her into an early heat in the proximity of another pack for god only knows what reason. As such, Daphne hasn’t been returning his calls this morning—instead fielding many calls from new prospective agents and employment opportunities while continuing to dodge old Vincenzo.

Everything is tense and awkward. I can tell that Daphne is suffering for it as much as any of us—perhaps worse, because you can see how riddled with guilt she is—her fingers finding their way tentatively to her healing bite wound any time she catches my eye.

To help ease the tension, I squirrel myself away in my atelier, even though I don’t feel like sketching or sewing today.

For my own part in all of this, I am somewhat conflicted.