Page 60 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus
"It's you, you brighten everything." His scratchy beard scrapes over my cheek as he nuzzles his face to mine. "All right, little one, let's do this."
He pulls me into his side and opens another door. We step inside. He flips the light on, and my jaw falls. We make it three feet inside the threshold before he has to duck his head. There's a small area that frames the nest with shelves and a giant armoire.
"Let's leave our shoes here," he suggests.
I slide a hand down, unzipping my boot and then doing the other. I kick them off and scramble toward the nest. It's so much more than anything I could imagine for myself.
The right side of the room has a sunken design that leads to a round, cushioned nest. It's much airier than the other side of the room, but it would be perfect for the last few days of my heat. There's a small picture window on the wall to the right that has a view of the woods. The circular cushion has a dark gray sheet and cream colored pillows surround the mattress.
The left side of the room has a raised nest on a giant platform. It takes up the entire side of the room. It's designed with walls on the sides and back, but the front is open. There's a heavy curtain with a sliding closure that can be pulled to block it off. It's like a perfect hidey-hole of a den.
"You're saying I can ride out my heat here?" I ask, my hands clasping in front of me. My chest is heaving, and I'm trying sohard to stay calm, in case I've majorly misinterpreted what's happening right now.
"All the heats," Tom corrects.
"The owners don't mind?" I ask, glancing around at the luxurious space. "Do they rent it out?"
"Do you like it?" he asks, lifting me and wrapping me around his strong frame. I'm acutely aware that I'm not wearing anything under my dress. In fact, my pussy is still coated with the reminder of what Connor and I did earlier.
"I love it," I assure him.
"I'm glad," he says. "It's our home."
I gasp. “What? Don’t you guys live at the lodge?”
“We stay there sometimes because it’s easier, but this isour home."
Chapter Twenty-Two
Murphy
"Come on, little one. Let's get that dress off of you," I say, swiping a hand through the water in the tub to test the temperature. It's just this side of scalding, but with Everly's heat coming any day it'll likely be perfect for her.
I help Evie out of her dress and into the tub before yanking off my clothes much less carefully. I grab a couple of towels and slide in at her side. The tub is massive, but then again, so am I.
Evie rests against the headrest and floats in the steamy water. She took her glasses off when she climbed in, and she looks different without them. Not bad, more like not what I'm used to.
My hands skate up her ankles to her calves. I can't seem to get enough of touching her, and she doesn't seem to mind my gentle massaging.
"You really are excellent at taking care of me," she says. Her eyes pop open, and she grins. That soft smile is exceptionally fucking dangerous to my heart. No one haseverlooked at me with that kind of affection. It's addictive. I'm a little concerned that if she changed her mind about us I'd literally have to kidnap her.
Shit, my mom would kick my ass for even thinking about it. But I'd still have to do it. I need to keep her so happy she never thinks of trying to leave. That way I don't have to chain her to my bed.
"Are you okay over there?" She laughs. "You're frowning pretty hard." She wiggles her leg. "And you stopped rubbing."
Her smile is so bright I can't help myself. I pull her into my lap. She kneels over me. She wrapped up her hair before climbing in, and her lithe neck taunts me.It would look even better with my bite.
"They say omegas attract the pack they need. Luke hangs around a lot. The last few years especially. I never gave it much thought. Not until you. I know you think I'm joking or exaggerating when I say I won't let you get away, but my impulses are strong as fuck when it comes to you, Evie. I don't think I could let you go now even if you wanted to. No one ever smiles at me the way you do."
She wraps her arms around my neck and…hugs me. She doesn't tell me to fuck off and try to climb out of the tub. She doesn't run or tell me she'll have me arrested. She doesn't laugh like I'm still joking… She cuddles her face to my neck, which incidentally plasters her wet tits to mybarechest, and sheholds me.
"I've been lonely a lot, too," she says. "I'm not as intimidated by your impulses as you might expect. It's actually kind of comforting. Did Luke tell you what happened with my sister?"
"Yeah, he did. Only because I threatened to rip his arm off and beat him to death with it." My voice comes out gruffer than usual.
"I thought we were a decent fit," she says, her voice shaky. "I mean, it was still new, but we had a lot in common, and I figured more would eventually grow. It's unreal because you and I couldn't be more different, but this just feels seamless. You makeme feel safe. You think obsession scares me, but it doesn't. I'm scared of letting myself trust someone again, because as soon as I do they leave me."
"Oh, little one," I murmur into her hair. "That's absolutely not happening. If you plan to visit your family any time soon, it's probably best to have someone who could hold me back if the need arose. I'm pretty sure that's why you've stacked your pack with Luke."
