Lights, Camera, Omega (Hollywood Omegas #1)

She practically screams her pleasure as I bury my knot deep inside her—my knot clutched tight against Magnus’ as she gyrates atop us—taught, hot, and dripping slick.

“Yes, just like this—so deep,” she wails, throwing her head back.

“I need you to fill me before you bond me,” Daphne begs.

“Ha-ahh!” Julian stutters—shooting a long rope of cum across the bedspread as he cums.

As if touching off a line of dominoes—Daphne’s body begins to rattle and shake, her cries of orgasm loud and tremulous as her cunt grips Magnus and I against one another deep within her.

I feel myself shudder, fighting against the urge to press my eyes closed as I cum.

The sensation of both of us filling Daphne with our seed threatens to roll my eyes back, but I’m able to resist long enough to see Magnus sink his teeth into the delicate flesh of Daphne’s earlobe.

It is done. The bond has been made.

It feels simultaneously as if no time has passed since my first heat, and also as if it was years ago that I walked the lot at Panopticon Pictures as a D-list beta actress.

“Hey, Dee!” Ursula, the surprise bestie I didn’t know I’d find in all of this, runs toward me with two massive coffees in hand and a paper bag of what I hope is pastry under her arm.

“Hey, La-la!” I take one of the coffees from her hands so that we can properly one-arm hug each other.

Bless Ursula, she’s been there for me nearly twenty four-seven by text message since that day in the greenroom. Apparently it’s not very easy to make friends in this town when you’re an omega—I’m just so thankful that I’ve found someone who I can share with. Even though it hasn’t been very long, I can tell that Ursula feels the same—glad to have someone that she can depend on.

In a stroke of sheer luck, Ursula is preparing to wrap up her career as a freelance makeup artist to go work for Agnes Moon, Martine LaRenta’s in-house costume and makeup designer.

Because we’ve all but become besties in a few days, Ursula is doing me the solid favor of making me up for my callback today.

I had thrown myself upon Winnie and Martine LaRenta’s mercy in my best business casual, Cosmo’s bite surreptitiously covered by a silk scarf.

The pair had been receptive to my pleas to audition for their upcoming summer blockbuster action adventure film, already said to feature a ‘sexpot strong female lead’. Blessedly, it had gone well—despite the fact I looked more like Real Estate Agent Barbie than Barbarella.

They wanted a callback, this time with a little less visual cognitive dissonance; and who better to help me than the prospective production makeup assistant?

“Girl we gotta get to the trailers on the east lot, did you exfoliate and moisturize this morning like I asked you to?” Ursula moves me along, her mother hen instincts taking over.

“Yes, Ursula!” I sing-song like a child responding to their teacher.

“Good,” she chuffs, reaching into the paper bag and producing a chocolate croissant for me.

“Oooh!” I take the pastry appreciatively in my free hand, resisting the urge to chomp half of the delicate confection in a single bite.

“Can’t have you hangry while I’m trying to put on the new teensy fake lashes that I picked up specifically for this look,” Ursula sighs matter-of-factly.

“Of course not,” I bluster with mock seriousness.

She turns to me with a smile and does a double take.

“Gurl,” Ursula gasps, her eyes widening.

I do a quick look around to see what she might be talking about—when I realize she’s glaring at me.

“What in the world is this ugly bandaid job over here!?” She squawks, moving aside a curtain of my golden waves to reveal my hastily bandaged earlobe.

“Oh uh, well—remember how I mentioned that I got the boys to kiss and make-up last night?” I blush deeply.

“Jeez Dee, you really are livin’ the dream, huh?” Ursula laughs, knocking me on the shoulder with her elbow as we continue on our way to the trailer.

“Who was that? Sol? Magnus?” She waggles her brows at me.