Lights, Camera, Omega (Hollywood Omegas #1)

“You will do us the honor of keeping count?” He leans over to purr in my ear.

“Yes.” My breath hitches as his hands move over me. Magnus is incredibly tender and gentle as he runs his open hand from the small of my back, over the high, soft, arc of my ass cheeks to linger a moment over my quivering pussy—slick beading along my lips like dew.

Then, in the blink of an eye his hand leaves my skin and snaps back—his palm making contact with both my ass cheeks, just above my pussy, with a loud crack!

The sound and sensation of the first strike, steal my breath, my clit throbs and I almost forget that there are going to be another four to follow.

I don’t realize that I’m holding my breath, eagerly awaiting the next, until Magnus’ voice rumbles low and dangerous, “Are you planning on counting us off, Liebling? Or do we need to start over?”

If I weren’t already in so much hot water, I would like to be cheeky—tell him we should start over; see where the punishment went from there… However, tonight is not the night.

Tonight calls for obedience.

“One!” I call out dutifully.

“Good.” Magnus brings his palm back to my lightly stinging backside, once again moving his hand slightly lower to tease before snapping me back to focus with another swift, powerful swat.

“Two!” I whimper, the slick flowing from my pulsing pussy in earnest now.

“Hmmm, we didn’t even get a chance to play like this at all before your first heat,” Magnus muses, his hand gently soothing my stinging backside with its gentle caresses.

Crack!

My body jerks with the surprise of the third strike, the intensity magnified by my lax anticipation.

“Three!” I gasp, suddenly aware of Magnus’ erection jabbing at me as I lay draped across his lap.

I almost cry out when Magnus dips two of his fingers inside me, collecting my dripping honey and licking it from his fingers.

“You even taste different now that your first heat is over,” he marvels.

I want to beg him to fuck me, to make me cum with his hands and mouth and cock—but tonight isn’t about me, it’s about getting right with my pack.

“Look at me, eh? About to get carried away myself,” he rumbles, his hand moving once more over my tender cheeks.

I can only whine in response as his hand slips up and down my slick pussy.

“Better get this over with, before I make more trouble,” he sighs ruefully.

I’m about to protest when he withdraws, quick as lightning; his hand swinging to hit first one cheek, then sweeping back to strike the other before I can even count the first.

“Four-f-five!” I moan, disappointed that our little session has come to an end.

Magnus pulls the boxers back up over my ass and dripping cunt before he helps me up, adjusting his pants over his twitching erection.

“I think we’d better clean up before the others arrive,” he laughs, a flush spreading across his sharp cheekbones.

“Yes, Packmaster,” I squeal, dodging a throw pillow as I run down the hall to go change.

Magnus and I have cleaned up, and I’ve finished the major components of the night’s meal by the time Sol and Julian arrive at Tern’s Nest.

I serve everyone a glass of wine and pour extra heavy for myself.

To my surprise, and great relief, when I return from the kitchen with my emotional support wine, the three of them are waiting peacefully on the couch—Rupert stretched out across my boys, and purring loudly.

I take in the momentarily peaceful domestic scene; Magnus scratching under Rupert’s chin, Julian and Sol both rubbing his ample orange belly as old Rupes happily flicks his bottlebrush tail up and down in Sol’s lap.

“I’m sorry, he’s getting cat hair all over your designer clothes,” I wince, placing my glass on the table and reaching out for Rupert.