Page 270 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus
I flip off the light and aim for Miller’s room next. I’m not sure why this feels like a covert mission, but it sure does. I know they came back in a while ago, and Miller’s room is closer to the mainliving room. I slide inside and squeak when I spot him coming out of his bathroom.
My hands fly to cover my mouth as I take in all of Miller’s skin on display.
He’s wrapped only in a towel that’s low around his hips. His short curly brown hair sticks up wildly like he dried it in a hurry.
“I’m so sorry,” I whisper, but my eyes are greedy for him. He’s such a big guy. His chest is lined in strong muscles, but he doesn’t have a row of abs like Nik or Carver.
“Don’t apologize. Did you need something?” he asks, grinning wickedly.
I scuff my sock against the carpet. This covert mission was highly unsuccessful. “Could I maybe borrow the shirt you were wearing earlier?”
He nods to a laundry basket by the door to the bathroom. “Go on, sweet girl.”
I still have Nik’s hoodie laying on my arm, but I make my way over and very unceremoniously dig out Miller’s T-shirt from the hamper. I mean to toss it with Nik’s sweatshirt, but I get a deep hit of his scent and end up burying my face in it instead.
I drop the hoodie and pull my dress off before yanking on Miller’s shirt.
“Thank you,” I mutter, grabbing the sweatshirt and tossing my dress into the clothes bin.
“No problem.” Miller chuckles.
I move to dart past him. My face feels like it’s on fire. I know it’s bizarre. Normal people do not dig through dirty clothes, but omega impulses are strange at the best of times.
Huge hands cup my hips as I move to escape. “You can borrow my scent any time you’d like.” He kisses my neck, running his hands over my stomach, and my boobs throb almost painfully.
“Well, that’s new,” I grumble, tossing an arm around them to help mitigate the ache.
“It’s very hard to remember that I’d like to court you properly before shoving my cock back inside you,” Miller muses, grinding his half-hard shaft against my bottom. “If I were you, I wouldn’t run on the way out. My instincts might snap. I’d hunt you down and who knows what would happen after that.”
“Oh,” I say in a breathy tone I’m kind of embarrassed by.
“Go on, baby,” he growls. “I’ll find you once I settle the urge to fuck you through the mattress.”
A shiver runs down my spine as I slowly leave the room. I close the door and lean against it for support. My chest heaves while my thighs clench.
Holy freaking dominant alpha. And I loved every second of it.
“It’s weird as hell to see you wrapped up with my pillow,” Carver says, crawling into the nest. “But it does make me feel like a fucking king.”
“Get out if you’re going to make fun of me,” I snap with a frown.
I don’t think I’ve ever been so moody before, but I’m going to guess it’s the unbelievable amount of stress and fear of the unknown.
It doesn’t feel possible that I’m pregnant, but every time I’m hit with another unexpected wave of nausea or a weird ache in my boobs, it does become a bit easier to acknowledge. I am excited. It’s just a little terrifying knowing that I’m going to have to come clean with Ben at some point.
“Aww, I’d never make fun of you for that, sweetheart. I think it’s one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen. Although I could do without the locker room smell.” He laughs, shaking his head. “If you’re feeling up for it, I was hoping you’d let me take you out on a date tonight?” He tosses himself down next to me.
I roll to face him, but I get tangled in Nik’s giant hoodie, and it becomes a whole thing.
“Let me help,” he says, smirking as he lifts me using his forearm strength alone.
I twist and face him.
He’s really hot, like melt my brain matter gorgeous, especially when he’s cocky. I’m sure that bemused grin of his has disintegrated quite a few pairs of women’s panties over the years.
He quirks an eyebrow. “If you’re about to break my heart, just get it over with already.”
“If you’re still interested after what I have to tell you.” I swallow thickly, but it feels like there are rocks in my esophagus. “Then yeah, I’d love to.”
