Page 279 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus

“Not to the point where I don’t know what I’m asking for.” And I’m really not. It’s something about the way Oliver clutches me to him while trying to bruise my cervix that makes me very sure I’d be content with this alpha for life. “Oh crap, you’re so deep.”

“Then by all means, that’s between the two of you. I think I’m going to see if I can lick her clit like this,” Carver says, sliding down even further. I pull my leg back a bit to make room for him. “Try to keep your balls from slapping me in the face.”

“I’m so close,” Oliver groans, completely ignoring Carver.

“I’m close too,” I agree.

Carver licks from my hip down to my clit and gently shoves my hand away. “I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

He isn’t shy about burying his face in my pussy.

I tilt the top half of my body and pull Oliver’s mouth to mine. It’s not the easiest to manage, but we make it work. His forearm is still under me and his palm splays out over my chest as he grunts into my mouth. His other hand tightens over my hip, and he lets out the most adorable sound that’s somewhere between a whimper and a growl.

My arousal spikes higher and higher with each shallow buck of his hips. It seems like he’s tired of pulling out all the way, and I don’t mind at all. It makes it easier to grind over his throbbing length.

Carver knows just how to tease my clit while working my pussy lips in some magical pattern that only makes everything more intense. My nipples ache as my tits bounce.

“You’re so tight it gets almost painful right before you come,” Oliver groans, yanking me back into his chest.

I don’t know what the beta with the enchanted tongue does next, but as his teeth graze my hood, electricity zips through my entire body. My hand flies to Carver’s hair as I thrash. My other tightens on Oliver’s head as he growls into my ear.

His knot teases against my opening as he slams as deep as he can go. My arm falls to the side as he moves to scrape his teeth over my throat.

“Can I bite you, Mel?” he growls, sounding more animalistic than I’ve ever heard come from him.

I nod. “Yes, please.”

My eyes fly open as Carver’s head pops up.

“No, don’t stop,” I whine.

Oliver snarls, licking the tender skin just below my ear on the side of my neck. He has to twist to get close enough, and I follow him with my hips.

Carver finally tongues my clit again, but my orgasm is starting to subside. That is until Oliver strikes. His teeth dig intomy skin just below my hairline on the back of my neck. Pleasure like I’ve never felt explodes through my body.

“They’re going to fucking kill me,” Carver mutters. He slides a single finger inside me next to Oliver’s cock as he thrusts, and everything feels like too much to process.

“Holy shit.” Oliver licks over his bite.

“You good, sweetheart?” Carver asks.

I nod because I can’t seem to form words.

“Good, let’s see if we can really make you fly,” Carver drawls. He slides a second finger inside me and aims like he has radar for my g-spot.

Even that’s difficult to concentrate on as I get slammed with a pulse of Oliver’s emotions. I’m not sure what the underlying feeling is. Appreciation? Contentment? I have no idea, but a ragged sob escapes.

“Shh, you’re okay,” Oliver says, laying his palm over my heart. “We’ve got you. I’m always going to take care of you from here on out.”

Carver keeps his fingers inside me, which is a really weird feeling when Oliver’s still-hard cock is also inside me.

“Are you good?” Carver brushes his nose against mine.

“I am,” I agree, but really embarrassing tears leak from my eyes.

Carver’s cock bumps around my stomach, and I wrap my hand around him to distract from the overwhelming emotions I’m hit with. I lunge for his mouth and he grins into the kiss, wiggling his fingers and brushing them against the spot that makes me see stars.

“Oh,fuck. She really likes that,” Oliver growls. He’s mostly been gently thrusting as deep as he can go, but he pulls out and slides back in.