Page 232 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus
Chapter Twelve
Miller
My cock pushes painfully against my zipper as I study Melody’s sweaty form. She’s so beautiful when she begs that it’s difficult to focus on staying clear. My impulses are demanding one thing, but my brain and morals are reminding me that I’m here to take care of her.
My wants are secondary to what she needs.
During a heat it’s not unusual for an omega to beg with no idea of what they’re asking for. They often make demands that their body isn’t ready to accommodate.
“Knot me, please!” Melody’s eyes meet mine. I don’t think she knows who she’s asking, and at this point, it wouldn’t matter to her which one of us complied.
It’s a very slippery slope. I don’t feel like we know each other well enough to be taking this step, but I won’t risk another pack being in our place.
I continue to gently rub her cheek, carefully caressing her skin. “Knotting will come soon, we just need to make sure you’re ready for us.”
“I am! I promise,” she says, her head bobbing up and down. “I’m so ready to be stretched around you, please?”
She’s cute, it’s distracting. It makes it very difficult not to immediately give into her demands.
She’s in an unfamiliar nest that she didn’t have time to prepare properly. I’m sure her system is craving comfort and reassurance, which means I have to give it.
“How could anyone say no when you beg so sweetly?” I grin. “I can’t wait to see my cock wet with your slick as that pretty little pussy stretches around my knot. Will you be a good girl and let me fuck you deep?”
“God yes,” she sobs.
Oliver jerks his cock, staring at Nik as he eats her out. Apparently he forgot half the job I assigned him.
I chuckle.
He looks a little overwhelmed.
I flick my thumb over her nipple, cupping her heavy tit.
“Wait, you’ve been hiding dimples under that beard? I need to toss you down and climb on your face,” Melody says to me. “I think that smile just short-circuited my brain. Grin like that again, or fuck me. Either one.”
I laugh, shaking my head.
I’ve heard omegas can get bossy during a heat, but I don’t mind complying with this type of demand.
“You can sit on my face any time you’d like,” I growl, brushing my lips over hers.
“She tastes like fucking heaven,” Nik growls, working her pussy with his fingers.
“I need more than your mouth,” she mumbles against my lips.
“You’ll have it soon. Be a good girl and let him tongue fuck you into oblivion.” I slide my hand from her tit, up her chest, and give her neck a solid squeeze.
Mel whines something I can’t understand, but it’s clear her body appreciated my words. Her tits get tight as they bounce while Nik works her over.
Oliver scoots up close to her left side as he jerks off.
I give her a final kiss and pull back to give them a little space.
“I liked the neck thing,” Mel grumbles, but then she spots Oliver. Her face immediately lights up as she stretches a hand toward him.
“You’re beautiful,” he says, running his thumb over the dripping slit on the head of his dick.
Melody opens her mouth, sticking out her tongue. He swipes his pre-cum over it.
