Page 76 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus
My hand grips the handle, and I yank it open, but a low growl rattles behind me.
It's Tom.
I catch his scent as his huge forearm wraps around my stomach. He hauls me back into his chest. My legs hang in the air as I thrash.
"Yup, we're doing this once a month," Tom rumbles. "You got anything you want to say?"
I'm pretty sure he's asking me if I want to safe word. Which I absolutely donot.
"Fuck," Luke grumbles, appearing at our side. "Damn, guess you get to fuck our omega first."
"No," Tom says as I nod my agreement. He stomps us into the nest and tosses me down on the circular cushion.
I bounce and immediately flip over, preparing to crawl away.
"No," Tom snaps again, grabbing my ankles and yanking me back. It's not a bark, so I don't comply. My elbows hit the cushioned wall of pillows, but it's too soft, and I melt in. I try to army-crawl away, but it's not working.
"This is not conducive to a successful escape," I grumble. My feet land against Tom's chest as I push off, and he growls. It sends my arousal skyrocketing. I kick, but he doesn't budge an inch.
"Let's get these off of you," Luke murmurs, pulling off my glasses. He fists my hair, holding my head in place. "Be ready, sweetheart—things are about to get a little rough and a lotdirty.” He bites my neck, and I shiver like a lunatic.
The back of my pajama dress is yanked up. Tom rips my panties off. I moan. That's actually hotter than I imagined when I read about it in books. Tom tests my core and growls. I don't know what he's doing back there, but I hope he's getting ready to pound into me.
Luke releases me, lying down on the edge of the cushion as Connor and Archie join us.
"Mmm, let's put that pretty mouth to good use," Archie says, caressing my cheek.
Murphy notches the head of his cock at my opening, and I swear all the air evaporates from my lungs as he thrusts inside me. He snarls, holding my hips in place as I whine and thrash. My eyes squeeze shut, and I breathe through the aching discomfort.
Archie pulls my mouth to his, kissing me, and helping distract my system. Tom begins to slowly move in and out, and the slight tinge of pain turns to indescribable pleasure.
"Here, let me help you," Archie says, pulling me up slightly and helping remove my dress. I missed when he got naked. His sweatpants are missing, and his cock bobs in front of my face as my hands fall back to the floor.
"Seriously, baby girl," Luke says, stretching over and teasing my nipple. "Your pussy is hardcore. I'm strangely proud of you for managing Murphy's python." He laughs. "It's even more incredible you bounce back like nothing happened. Your cunt is a goddamn wonder."
Tom jumps inside me. It takes several seconds to realize he's chuckling.
Archie grips my hair, guiding my mouth to his cock. My tongue flicks over the crown, and he growls. His forearm flexes as he directs me further down his cock. My eyes fly up to meet his, and he smirks. The tattoos that cover his chest and arms move as his muscles flex.
"You like it when we're a little rough, don't you, lass?" Archie asks. "You like that we use you as we see fit?"
I nod, choking out, "Yes." It's impossible to focus on any one thing for long.
Tom stretches around, teasing my clit as he powers into me.
Archie shoves my face so far down his cock that my nose hits his knot. He grinds into my throat, and I gag.
Luke leans over, running his fingers over my cheek. "I'm actually jealous of you right now. I love it when her tiny little throat convulses around my shaft. Enjoy it, fucker."
"I quite am," Archie assures him.
The fog slips in and everything gets hazy. Tom continues slamming into me, pushing me further down Archie's shaft with each stroke.
Connor lies down on the other side of us and kicks off his joggers. "Give me a real good show until it's my turn," he growls, playfully jerking his cock. There's a bead of pre-cum on the tip, and crap, I think it would be impossible to fit both him and Archie in my mouth at one time, but damn if I don't want to try.
"No, don't let him distract you," Archie grumbles. He hits the back of my mouth, and I gasp. He slips further down my throat, and I sputter.
"Oh, fuck yes, lovely." He moans. His hand wraps in my hair, pulling my eyes to meet his. "Eyes on me when I come down your throat. Then Conn can have his turn." He swells as my lips graze his knot. I wrap my hand around it as my tongue caresses the underside of his shaft. His knot pulses and expands as he fills my mouth. Sticky warm cum hits my taste buds, and I shiver. He tastes like whiskey.
