Page 226 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus
Oliver spins us around with no notice. My back hits the wall and the cool tile feels great against my burning hot skin.
“I’m also an only child. And yeah, I’m down for a couple of kids.” His curly blond hair falls around his forehead as he gets close and pushes his mouth to mine. My feet dig into his denim-covered ass as I shove myself closer, gasping into his mouth. I love the idea of that. I want a family and I need it to be soon.
My impulses haven’t let up on that fact, and it’s only getting worse the older I get.
I moan into his mouth as my nipples brush the fabric of his T-shirt.
“Oliver, I need you,” I beg, my head nodding wildly.
He growls in response as his hands flex on my ass. It’s a dangerous sound that my body instantly responds to.
I leak slick to the point I know he’s going to be dripping in me. My face feels even hotter.
I’m not a super seductress, but I do know we’re compatible, and that should help.
My pussy aches feeling tender and empty. Ineedto know what it’ll be like being stretched around his knot.
My heart pounds rapidly as I imagine the faces he’ll make and the sounds that’ll escape as he fucks me. My desperation grows as my entire system pulses with a wave of heat that makes me arch into him.
He wraps his arm around my lower back and pulls me off the wall.
“Shit,” he mumbles, walking us into the spray of water long enough to turn it off. “I’m going to take care of you. I’d also really like to talk more about getting you pregnant.”
“Wait, did you sign the contract? My birth control shot probably isn’t still working,” I whisper, glancing away.
“I know,” he growls. He heads out of the shower and doesn’t stop in the bathroom. “And I did sign it.”
My skin is slick from rinsing off, but Oliver guides us around the cushioned mattress in the nest entryway and up into the den style nest. He’s got the slenderest build of the guys, but he carries me with no problem. He makes it up the stairs and tosses me down on the mattress.
My boobs bounce so violently they hit my chin.
God, that’s embarrassing. My thighs and lower stomach keep jiggling for a few seconds, but Oliver doesn’t seem to mind.
The look on his face is pure carnal desire. He yanks his shirt off and manages to climb out of his jeans as I scoot back on the mattress until my head hits the pillows.
I want his skin on my skin and him inside me, but I find myself wrapping up in the soft throw blanket that’s on top of the comforter.
It’s ridiculous.
Omega instincts don’t always make a whole lot of sense.
I need him in me, right now.
Why the hell does my system think it would be a good time to burrow?
“You can’t cover up all that soft skin,” Oliver growls, crawling up the mattress. I’m not sure when he pulled the sliding curtain, or got completely nude, but I’m immediately drawn to his long, thick cock bobbing as he moves. He prowls over me, and it’s strange to see him without his glasses. “You started talking about kids and my brain instantly went to fucking you full of my cum.” He brushes his lips over mine. “It made me forget to ask. Can I kiss you, Melody?”
“Please do,” I beg, scratching at his shoulders.
He complies, kissing me as he grinds over me. My core aches feeling empty as my nipples pulse painfully. My lower stomach cramps worse than it ever has even when I was in full-blown heat.
“Oliver,” I murmur between frantic kisses. “I really need you.”
“My knot?”
“Yes,” I agree, giving him a shove. He rolls until his back hits the mattress. I rip the blanket off, tossing it aside. He’s so slender that a pang of insecurity slips through my system.
Omegas tend to have exaggerated curves. I know I’m on the slender side for my designation, but Oliver is skinny. I think I might weigh more than he does.
