Page 243 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus

“Fuck.” Carver grabs his phone from next to us. He types something out and tosses it aside.

“I hurt,” I moan, falling back to lie on top of him. If I was thinking more clearly, I’d climb in the den nest and right onto Oliver’s cock. But lying on Carver I get a strong hit of his scent. It’s woodsy and has notes that remind me of the air right before a thunderstorm. My nose plasters itself to Carver’s throat. “Dylan, you smell like pure sex.”

“Busting out my first name? Shit is getting serious,” he murmurs, nuzzling his cheek to the top of my head. “What do you need, sweetheart?”

“I’m okay,” I groan, but then I’m licking his neck and grinding my pussy over his sweatpants-covered cock. “I’d probably be better if I could come, though. I think that would be good.”

“Is that right?” he says in a humor-lined tone.

“Yes,” I assure him. “Now would be great.”

“Are you sure you know what you’re asking for?” he asks, his hand tightening over my ass cheek.

“Definitely.”

His cock jumps under me. I whine in response. My chest feels tight, but it doesn’t hurt nearly as badly as the cramping in my lower stomach.

“My eyes burn. That only happens when my temperature gets close to 110.”

“Fuck.” He rolls us with no warning. He stares down at me with his brow drawn tight. “That’s high. I know it’s dangerous if it stays there for long.”

“Right,” I agree, because that sounds totally logical. “So I need to come.”

“Who am I?”

“What?” I scoff.

“What’s my name?”

“Dylan Carver. You work security and you’re only here as a favor to your friends. Not because you want me. So either wake up Oliver or get out.” My eyes squeeze shut. My mental discomfort is nowhere near as bad as the pain that comes with the next pulse of heat.

I curl into Carver as he leans over me, holding himself up on his forearm.

His free hand slides up my throat.

“Are you under the mistaken impression that I don’t want you, Melody?” He squeezes with just the right amount of pressure.

My nipples poke through the thin material of my onesie, but while I slept, the upper three snaps came undone. The tops and sides of my tits pop out. On the plus side, it makes my boobs look great.

“I asked you a question,” Carver says, running his thumb over my pulse.

“You’re here because it’s your job. Don’t pretend otherwise,” I say defiantly. “You’ve made that clear.”

“I could have declined and told them to fuck off but I didn’t like the idea that you might end up fucking someone other than me. I get it, I’m not an alpha?—”

“I don’t care. I just want you.” I pull my legs out, wrapping them around his ass. My feet dig in as he slides his hand up my neck and into my hair.

“Is that right? Are you sure I’m not just a faceless cock at this point?”

“No one has ever stood up to Ben for me. At first, I was anxious because I knew he’d make life hell to get back at me, but then I realized I don’t have to put up with his shit anymore.” I bite my lip. “I know we don’t know each other, but you’re a decent workout buddy.”

He tilts my head to the side and scrapes his teeth down the column of my neck.

“Are you sure you can handle me, Mel?” he teases.

I writhe against his tightly controlled strength. “I’d love to find out.”

“I spent three and a half days watching you get railed in every position imaginable. Do you know how many times I daydreamed I was in their place?”