Page 335 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus
Maybe it’s strange.
I’m not sure, but I am fascinated by the way Mel’s body produces everything Mallory needs to survive nutrition-wise at this point.
Melody snuggles deeper into my shoulder, and I can’t help but grin.
I’m pretty sure this is what pure contentment feels like.
Bonus Epilogue
Nik
Mallory Four Months Old
Warm water laps at my skin as I stretch back in the hot tub. It’s the middle of January, but with the outdoor heaters and the water temperature turned up it isn’t bad.
Steam rises in the air, making for a tantalizing image.
Melody has her hair pulled up into a giant messy bun, looking so relaxed that I almost don’t want to ruin the moment by being a horny fucker.
Mel’s eyes pop open. She gives me a playful grin that makes my heart race while my dick throbs. She leans forward, sliding through the water toward me.
Carver whistles. I think he’s indicating he enjoys the view too, or possibly he’s giving our packmates a courtesy heads-up that it’s about to go down in the hot tub.
Mel climbs into my lap, and I say a little thank you to the universe that my brother demanded I take over The Exchange while he was away.
Mel grins as her tits try to escape the cups of her bikini. They’ve finally settled down a little, I think they got used to the breastfeeding routine, but fuck. I’m still obsessed with them, or maybe it’s just everything to do with my omega.
“Goddamn, gorgeous. Are you trying to kill me?” I ask as my hands land on her deliciously thick hips.
“Ohmigosh, you’re silly,” Mel says, grinding down on my lap.
“That bikini is doing funny shit to my brain,” Carver adds, smirking predatorily as he leans forward in his seat.
“Yup,” I agree, biting my lip. “Remember that naughty scene Oliver read out loud from your first book the other night?”
“The hot tub spit roast,” Carver says, chuckling darkly. “Oh yes, this has replayed in more than one of my dirty fantasies lately.”
“Mine too,” I agree.
“That was a four-person hot tub. This is way bigger. I’m not sure how we could make that happen logistically,” Mel says, laughing.
“Wow, I think Oliver is rubbing off on you,” Carver says, moving to slide his hands around Mel’s front.
“I’m just saying, I’m pretty sure this is like seven or eight feet across. I am not.” Mel’s head rolls back against Carver’s chest as he pulls the string around her neck, allowing the top of her bikini to fall. “Also, I feel like you missed your window. It’s winter again.”
“How about a modified spit roast?” I offer, doing the same to her bottoms.
“As long as I’m warm enough?” Mel laughs. “I guess I can manage being tag-teamed by the two of you.”
“My fucking dream girl,” Carver says, tossing her top over the edge of the hot tub. “Why don’t you sit on the wall and let Mel blow you?”
I quirk an eyebrow.
Mel smiles, shrugging a shoulder, and steam rises off her smooth skin. I push up until my ass hits the frame of the hot tub. Luckily, we’ve got a wooden walkway around the top and steps leading up to it. It’s much cooler once I’m no longer submerged in the warm water, but I’ll live.
I look at Carver, who smirks. I bet that fucker was hoping I’d get shrinkage in the cool air.
I slide my swimming trunks down and shrug. I definitely won’t be bothered by the cold once Mel’s sweet little mouth is wrapped around me.
