Lights, Camera, Omega - Page 104

Sol lets out a sound somewhere between a sob and a laugh, a smile surfacing through his tears.

“Julian—I know that it’s not ever going to be the same as how our alphas would bond with us; but I want to have our own special bond—something or some way that we can show each other exactly how much we mean to one another, to promise our commitment—to show our love,” I plead, a shaky smile spreading across Julian’s face before his expression flickers back to sorrow.

“What is it, Jules? Is there something else?” I let go of his hand to smooth his long auburn curls comfortingly.

“It’s Magnus… A long time ago… He promised he’d bond me once we found our omega, but he’s bonded you now and, well…” He trails off, tears spilling from his bottle green eyes.

I lean forward and kiss a few of Julian’s tears away—the tiny drops salty on my lips as I press them to his freckled cheekbones.

“I’m sure he means to,” I comfort Julian.

“Look at me,” I laugh wearily, laying a hand over my heart.

“Without question, when it comes to who I fell for first—it was Sol.” I turn to beam at Sol, his chin resting on my other shoulder.

“I didn’t mean to exclude Sol, I wasn’t intending not to bond him. I was just so caught up in the drama of Cosmo’s bite and Magnus…” I trail off, not sure exactly what I’m even trying to say anymore—just that I’m exhausted, I’m emotionally spent, but I still love all of these men so very dearly.

“Daphne?” Sol’s voice is still unsteady from crying, but already his tears are drying.

“You really are the best thing that’s ever happened to this pack,” he whispers, Julian nodding his ascent through his steady tears.

Before I can say anything else—the pair of them begin peppering my face with kisses.

“We can figure out our bonding after this fucked up vacation confessional of Cosmo’s,” Sol snorts a nervous laugh, his chaste pecks on the cheek moving into more soft and lingering kisses down my neck.

Julian lets out a rollercoaster of a sigh that starts high pitched and deepens into a groan.

“Agreed—one minor disaster aversion at a time please. I know that I’m usually the portrait of stability, but I am only one man after all.” Julian shakes his head, his hands roving up my thighs absently.

“For now, I’d settle on a little kiss-and-make-up of our own before we deal with grumpy and grumpier tomorrow,” Julian’s voice grows slow and thick, like dark amber liquor over large crags of crystal ice.

“I’d like to show you both just how much I want you,” I purr, reaching down to grab the hem of my simple silk sheath dress, pulling the shimmering cream colored fabric up and over my head.

Before I’ve even managed to free all of my golden mane from the thin spaghetti straps of the dress, Julian and Sol’s hands are on me. Julian deftly unhooking the clasps of my ivory lace bra. Sol’s golden fingers hook through the stringy elastic of my matching g-string.

We’re a slow, syrupy tangle of limbs as we help divest one another of our clothing; fingers pushing and pulling buttons through, hands tugging at elastic bands until we’re all naked on the sofa—kissing and touching, skin-to-skin.

The three of us linger there, in that muzzy haze of sensation—tender kisses and gentle caresses; learning the most delicate and intimate parts of one another without the rush, the urgency of a heat.

Both Sol and Julian’s insistent erections rub against me as we exchange tender kisses and touches between our little triangular tessellation—and my gentle exploration takes a turn toward the dirty.

I clamber out from between Sol and Julian—the pair of them looking up at me with surprise and dismay; not understanding why I would want to break free of our woven basket of limbs, lips, and tongues.

Sinking to my knees on the carpet before them, I motion for the boys to move closer together.

Julian is the first to realize what I’m asking of him, eagerly scooting down the couch cushions until he and Sol have to overlap their legs to fit together like corresponding puzzle pieces—their hard cocks resting against one another.

“Good boys,” I praise them, using two hands to stroke their twin hardnesses separately—before taking them both in my mouth, double barrel.

Julian lets out a whimper and Sol hisses out a sharp breath as I work them both with my mouth and hands.

Even though Julian’s uncut monster has a few inches of length on Sol, the turgid knot at the base of Sol’s cock makes up for it in girth. I can feel the slick flowing freely down my thighs as I imagine what it will feel like to have them both inside me at once.

“I want you both to fill me,” I moan as both of their cocks clear my mouth—a long string of saliva still connected to the head of Julian’s cock by a clear viscous bead of our mixed saliva and pre-cum on my bottom lip.

“Well then, you better hop on, Sunshine.” Sol beams, wiping the thin rope of fluid away from my lip with his thumb.

I carefully step over them, folding one knee onto the couch, bracing myself with the other still on the floor until I’ve managed to properly seat myself on Sol and Julian’s hard cocks.