Page 233 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus
I don’t know what Nik is doing down there, but it makes her entire body tremble.
“I’m there,” she gasps.
“Come all over my hand for me, gorgeous,” Nik snarls before lapping at her clit again.
“That’s it, baby. Coat him in your slick,” I growl, moving to choke her again. I keep it at a light pressure, just enough that her impulses will enjoy the feeling of being trapped. My thumb teases over her lower jaw to let her know I’m here and to keep it sweet.
If sweet choking is even a thing.
Mel explodes. It looks like jolts of electricity shudder through her entire body. She moans and begs through her release.
The sight ramps up my desire and the haze slips in.
She’s so fucking beautiful with her pink, puffy lips parted as her eyes clench closed. The few freckles that line the bridge of her nose and cheeks stand out with how rosy her skin is.
“Nik,” she whines.
All three of us growl in response.
Carver’s low chuckle fills the air. Before we came in, he warned me he planned to stay close to the door.
We’re all in uncharted territory here.
I obviously like him as a person.
Otherwise, I wouldn’t consider him a close friend, but it’s difficult to remember that as the fog slips in.
I’ve never experienced this overpowering urge to murder everyone in the room so I can have my omega all to myself. Yeah, that’s definitely alpha fog taking over.
I shake my head to try to stay clear.
She’s our omega.
That means I have to share. She’s already been dicked around by one alpha who left her in pain too many times because he was too selfish to share.
My fury reached dangerous proportions listening to Farrah explain a little of what Mel said to her. I didn’t need the lecture the nurse practitioner gave me about sharing.
I’m not perfect, but I am better than that type of caveman behavior. Oh, I want to rut her through the mattress while locked as deep inside her as I can get, but I know it’s nearly impossible for one alpha to satisfy the needs of an omega in heat.
We have the haze of rut to help us along, but it would take toys and zero sleep for up to five days, and even that’s not a guarantee it would be enough for a single alpha to fulfill a heat.
It’s why omegas are meant for packs.
“I need to be knotted,” Melody says, staring straight at me. There’s a pleading look on her face that I know I can’t deny.
I’m unsure how I ended up the boss of this first round, but I’ve never had a problem taking the lead. In most cases, I defer to Nik since it’s important to him to be the apex alpha in our pack, but that’s more out of courtesy.
“Are you going to fuck our omega, or am I?” I ask, but I don’t wait for his response. I pull her up until she’s sitting. “Sit up against the pillows.” I nod to tell Oliver I’m talking to him.
I’m still dressed, but from how thick Mel’s perfume is, I wish I were the one about to lock my knot inside her.
Oliver scrambles to comply as Nik pushes up on his knees.
“What’s the plan?” Nik asks, tilting his head predatorily.
“I’m not exactly a group sex expert, but I think simple positions work better in this case,” I reply.
“Oh, holy fuck,” Oliver hisses. His long fingers wrap from Mel’s hip down to the curve of her ass.
