Page 305 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus

“I don’t think having more people to love a kid is ever a bad thing.” I shrug. “Look at it this way; it’s less responsibility for you when you inevitably fuck up.”

Ben takes a step back.

I sigh. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. Do you want to go with us to an ultrasound to find out the gender?”

“I didn’t know that baby existed before today.”

“That is tough,” I acknowledge. “Take some time and think it through.”

“You’re a man.” He nods at me. “You’d honestly be fine with some guys you don’t know raising your kid while you live states away and only get to visit a few times a year?”

I frown because, while I get where he’s coming from, I don’t think he’s understanding that he set all of this into motion.

“At this point, you’ve acknowledged you and Melody weren’t healthy together.” I fight the urge to spew a bunch of shit about how he’s twisted her to think it’s wrong to be with a pack and even more about how he treated her over the years. I hold my tongue because that wouldn’t get us anywhere. “The only person who will cut you out of the child’s life is you, if you don’t put in the effort to be a decent father. That’s not to say you have to. No matter what, Melody will have support. The two of you should talk once you’ve had some time to think it through.”

I turn and grab the stuff I dropped earlier and aim to check onmyomega.

Ben stomps over to his truck and climbs inside. The loud growl of exhaust fills the air before he blessedly leaves.

I’m surprisingly proud of myself. I was civil. Okay, I don’t think I managed to talk to him like a friend, but I think I counseled him like an acquaintance that I don’t hate.

Maybe.

I don’t know.

I did try, though.

I make it inside Mel’s tiny apartment, and I’m not sure how I was so focused that I missed their pure bliss in the bond. Hell, maybe that’s how I managed to stay so civil.

Mel is naked and riding Oliver. Carver is kneeling over Oliver’s thighs, and I think he might be fucking Mel’s ass. I drop the shit on the coffee table and prowl closer.

“That’s...” Oliver growls, stretching back. “Completely fucking insane.”

“I’m a big fan,” Mel sobs, her head rolling back against Carver’s chest. He’s got his forearm banded just under her tits and the corded lines of muscle bulge like he’s desperately trying to hold himself back.

“Someone has to move,” Mel whimpers.

My eyes bug when I get close.

“Are you both in her pussy?” I barely manage to close my mouth.

“Fuck yes we are,” Carver agrees, gently shoving Mel down to rest on Oliver’s chest. “Try to rub her clit or something. Hell, I don’t know. I’m afraid if I move I’m going to bust.”

“Yeah,” Oliver says, nodding wildly.

He doesn’t move for her clit.

Mel is mostly a sobbing, sweaty mess.

I get close and squat next to the bed.

“Let me help,” I murmur, carefully sliding a hand between them. “No weight on the belly.” I look at Carver.

“Yeah, got it,” he says, sliding back and gently thrusting back inside.

“It feels like a cock long knot,” Mel whines. “Is this even real?”

“You’re a fucking dream,” I tell her, scraping my teeth over her shoulder as my hand finally locates her clit.