Page 242 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus

“I read a lot when I was bored out of my mind overseas. What do you write? Mystery? Suspense?”

I’m hot, but I don’t think I’m blushing from the thickening wave of heat. “Romance.”

“Dirty stuff?” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Sometimes, but it’s secondary to the emotions.”

“Holy shit. That’s wild. Will you tell me about one of your books?” He stretches an arm over, gently rubbing my back in the same area I’ve apparently been rubbing on my front.

“Girl meets boy. They fall in love.”

“You don’t write pack romance?” He sounds surprised.

“Nah, it wasn’t worth the arguments...” I’m sure he doesn’t need to hear me say the words to know it was Ben and the rest of our small town that gave me trouble.

“What a fucking tool. Omega biology isn’t built for monogamy.” He gives me a look like he wants me to know he’s serious.

“Small towns are weird.” I shrug.

“Come on, tell me about your favorite characters,” he suggests, giving me a killer smile. “Tell me your favoritedirtyscene.”

I squint, carefully watching for any sign he’s picking on me.

“I love a good romantic comedy.” He bites his lip, wiggling his eyebrows. “Don’t leave me hanging, Mel.”

“All right,” I concede. “I’m having trouble figuring out what to do about the characters in my next book. I’ll talk as long as you keep massaging.”

“Does it help?”

“It does.”

“Then you best get to talking.”

I wake up with my onesie stuck to my skin. It’s been cooler since the power went out. Carver mentioned the generators don’t run the heat, but I’m grateful because I’m sweating up a storm. I can’t imagine how miserable I’d be with the heat on.

I let out a weird groan that sounds something like, “Ungh.”

I blink awake, plastered to Carver’s chest with my pussy resting right over his very hard cock. I barely catch myself as I give an involuntary grind over it.

It feels so good that I think I do it again. Okay, I definitely do, but he’s so hard it’s practically impossible not to.

“You’re slick.” Carver’s hand flexes on my ass and his fingers dance down to the seam of my sex. “Does this have crotch snaps? Fuck me, it does...”

I snort, burying my face in his chest. “It’s comfortable.”

“I’m not hatin’. I’ve got a thing for skimpy little outfits. I go for them over straight up nudity anytime I pick porn.” His fingers drag over the material, barely brushing my aching core.

I’m very close to demanding he fuck me. My eyes throb like they do when I get especially feverish.

“I can tell just by touching you that you’re hotter than you were,” he says, brushing his other hand over my cheek. “I textedOliver. I could hear it beeping from here, but he’s still out. You only slept for another thirty or forty minutes. Do you always cat nap during heats?”

“Yeah, but when I wake up, it always feels like I slept for twelve hours or something crazy.” I shake my head, trying to will away the haze of lust and want, but it doesn’t help. “I have to go.”

I don’t know where I plan to go. I’ll probably have to be super annoying until Oliver finally joins the land of the living again.

My hands fall to Carver’s shoulders, and I try to push myself up. I manage to kneel over him, but the movement causes a wave of cramps.

I groan, clutching at my middle.