Page 230 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus
I want to shove Oliver out of the way and slam every inch of my rock-hard cock into her dripping pussy. The smell of her slick has my brain function running at baser level only.
Mount. Rut. Breed. Claim.It’s the caveman loop, and it wants to ensure we make use of the fertile omega desperate for our knots.
“Where’s Miller?” Melody peeks around to try to find him. Oliver leans up on his forearms, frowning. “Did he change his mind?” She pulls a hand up, slapping it over her mouth. “He did, didn’t he?”
She looks like she might burst into tears.
I wish he could see how sad she is.
Miller is a stand-up guy, and he’s the most overlooked member of our pack. I’ve got fans from my football career. Oliver is a tech genius and people recognize him.Well, sometimes.
Miller is a solid as fuck human being, but he always fades into the background to keep us safe.
It fills me with pure fucking joy knowing she wants him as much as she wants me or Oliver.
It’s one of my major concerns and a huge part of why I’ve been so desperate to find someone who doesn’t recognize me. I’d never forgive myself if they got stuck with an omega who pretended to want them just to get to me.
It sounds cocky.
I know that, but it’s still a real possibility. Except it’s clear that’s not why Melody wants us.
“He didn’t change his mind,” I assure her, running my fingers over her cheek. “He’s waiting for Carver. Farrah is worried the three of us won’t be able to manage your heat. Carver is going to be your security.”
“But Miller will be here soon?” she asks, blinking big blueish-gray eyes.
“I promise he’ll be in the nest before you know it. Can I kiss you, gorgeous?” I ask and my dick jumps at the thought.
“Yeah, if you make Oliver do something other than stare,” she grumbles.
It’s ridiculously hard not to keep her all to myself. I want to ram my cock so deep inside her she’ll never be able to forget the way it feels when I rut her full of my seed. I want her cunt permanently molded to the shape of my shaft.
I need her so desperate for me that she wouldn’t think to look twice at another man. Ensuring she’s carrying my baby would be a perfect way to deter other alphas from pursuing her.
God, my brain is fried with the scent of her perfume.
“Lick her pussy!” I bark, and Oliver complies almost immediately. Which is good because I am trying to share despite how my brain is screaming to do otherwise.
Melody moans into my mouth as I kiss her. Her hand wraps in Oliver’s light blond curls. He’s uncoordinated as hell, but Melody bows even further toward him. It’s a surreal sight, and combined with her coconut and vanilla scent, it makes my knot pulse.
We need to breed her full of our baby and sink our teeth in, that way she’ll never escape.
I lean my chest over hers, pushing until her back hits the mattress. She whines in response. I tease my tongue down her neck. She thrashes under me as my tip bumps her hip.
I grip her hand and bring it to rest on my throbbing cock, helping her work me over. “Feel that? I’m so fucking hard for you. God, I’ve never wanted someone this much in my life.”
She moans long and loud. I use my abs to keep myself upright and pinch her nipple between the fingers of my other hand. She’s gotten the hang of jerking me despite the awkward angle, and it’s overwhelming my brain.
My tip is leaking. It’s clear I’m foggy. All I can focus on is how those drops are wasted if my omega isn’t soaking them up.
“How do you feel about letting us fuck you full of our baby?” I growl against her throat as her grip tightens on my cock. “You want us to breed you, gorgeous? You’re not on birth control, are you?”
“Yes I do, and no I’m not,” she gasps. “I was supposed to discuss it if a pack was willing to sign my contract. Otherwise I was told to handle it once I got here.”
“Holy fuck, I managed to forget about that again,” Oliver groans.
“You want us to breed you? Huh, Mel? You know you’ll never get rid of us, right?” I taunt, wrapping my tongue around her nipple.
“Yes,” she sobs, thrashing around.
