Page 316 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus
I know the belly is going to continue to get bigger, and I can’t fucking wait.
It’s late on a Friday night, but I can’t fall asleep, so I hit the gym to burn off energy. It’s the only major downside of our newfound domestic lifestyle.
I’m just about to head up the stairs following my workout when I catch the light in the kitchen.
Mel’s cravings have been wild, but it’s late so there’s every possibility it’s one of the guys.
My jaw falls when I find my omega sitting on the rug in front of the cabinets. Her head is leaning back against them and she lets out a moan of pure pleasure as she licks the spoon.She’s sitting cross-legged, and she’s got a bunch of stuff laid out around her.
“Whatcha doing?” I ask, crossing the room in a few large strides.
Melody squeaks, jolting when I squat down next to her.
“I ate all the apple slices,” she whispers, dropping her spoon on the plate that’s sitting on the floor. Her lips roll together as she shrugs. “And the jar of peanut butter.”
Her hand flies to cover her face as she laughs.
“The one we got today?” I ask, trying to keep the humor out of my tone.
“That would be the one.” She nods solemnly. “Also the rest of Nik’s cheese dip and the salsa is questionable at this point because I think maybe in the haze, I dipped my peanut butter spoon in it.”
“That’s okay,” I assure her, grabbing the discarded remnants of her craving rampage. I shove it all on the counter. I’ll clean it up in the morning. “Let’s get you two off the floor.”
Normally I’d offer her a hand, but she’s been wobbly lately. I wrap my arms under her armpits and lift her.
“Thanks,” she says as her nose twitches. “You were in the gym. I did wonder about that. Originally I came down to find you, but then...” She shrugs. “I really needed a snack.”
“It happens.” I chuckle, sliding a hand up under her shirt.
“She’s super busy.” Grabbing my hand, she places it just below her belly button, but under the curve.
The light fluttering of the last few weeks is gone. Tiny kicks or punches bounce against my hand from the inside out.
“Wow,” I whisper, grinning and trying to keep from doing something ridiculous like bursting into tears.
“You feel that? She’s getting stronger,” Mel says, smiling a wide smile.
“She sure is,” I growl, dipping my mouth to hers. “Come on, I think I’d like to keep you all to myself tonight if you don’t mind?”
“Mr. Miller, are you trying to seduce me?”
“Maybe, is it working?”
“Definitely, but I’m going to need to brush my teeth before you get anywhere close to my mouth.” She snorts.
I shake my head because I couldn’t care less.
I wrap an arm under her ass and lift her. I’ve had to start leaning back lately to make this work.
Mel groans, rolling her forehead against my shoulder. “Ugh, heartburn. So much acid reflux is headed my way. I blame Nik and his obsession with salsa.”
My hand flexes on her ass. I wouldn’t mind burying my cock in her soft little body, but I’ve learned things quickly change with a pregnant omega.
Still, I wouldn’t change a thing.
I wake up at some point while it’s still dark. A naughty tongue flicks over my crown as I fist the sheet to hold back from thrusting too deep.
Melody’s hand wraps tighter around my cock as she works her warm mouth further down. She has one of her knees between mine, but the belly keeps her from lying flat over my leg.
