Page 314 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus
“I want all of that too,” she whispers, burying her face in my throat.
“Where do you want it?” Oliver asks, scooting his way next to us on the small couch.
“Do you have any preferences?” I ask Mel. I know she wanted me to get her teeth print tattooed somewhere, and I’m not against the idea.
“Wherever,” she says into my skin.
“You choose then,” I tell Oliver, shrugging. “Just not over one of my tattoos.”
“Gotcha.” He frowns. “So on your ass?” His deadpan delivery kills me.
Melody snorts.
“Just kidding,” Oliver says, getting close to my neck. “Maybe you can claim they’re Mel’s teeth.” He yanks the material down over my shoulder and bites into my trap with no heads up.
“Fuck,” Nik says.
“Damn, man. No warning?” I grumble.
“Are you okay?” Mel asks, sitting up to look at me.
I get pulses of Oliver’s confusion first, like he’s unsure if it worked. He pats my back and licks over the wound. An alpha’s saliva has healing properties to close the bite and make sure it doesn’t get infected.
Oliver pulls back and grins, shoving his glasses up. “It worked.”
“It did,” Mel sobs. She wraps an arm around Oliver and pulls us both in on a hug.
I’m still royally fucking unsure what I’m feeling. Or hell, even which way is up at this point.
My chest radiates with a warm full feeling that isn’t my own.
Mel and Oliver kiss, and I wrap an arm around both of them to keep myself upright.
“It’s wild,” Nik says, appearing in front of me.
“It sure is,” Miller agrees. “You’ll get used to it.”
They’re clearly picking up on the fact that I’m about to fall out.
“So now that it’s getting a little warmer,” Nik says, laughing behind his fist. “We’d like to negotiate acting out the hot tub spit roast scene.”
“Ohmigod, stop,” Mel says, laughing. “I have to pee.”
She scrambles out of my lap, leaving her blanket and Oliver leaning against my chest.
Miller chuckles, shaking his head at the night sky. “She’s distractingly cute and a hot fucking mess most of the time.”
“That she is,” I agree as Mel barely makes it inside the door without hiking Miller’s shirt up around her boobs like she’s truly preparing to pee the second the toilet comes into sight.
“I’ve still got the ring in my pocket,” I say to no one in particular.
“Doesn’t matter,” Oliver says, grinning up at me. “She agreed!”
“Thank God,” I mutter.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Miller
