Page 36 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus

Evie nods, and holds on even tighter as she wiggles her ass over my throbbing length.

"Tell me, Evie. Do you want to be fucked? I'll use you howIwant. Stretch your little cunt out and make you scream."

I'm aching to get inside her. I literally do not give a fuck how stupid that thought is, because it's true.

"I want you inside mesobadly," she whispers. She tilts her head, licking my neck. I groan obscenely loudly considering our semi-public location.

"Work your ass over my cock while you come all over me." Her tit is heavy and tight as I pinch her nipple. My forearm flexes as I work her over. Her arm wraps back around my neck, and she tugs my hair. It really does it for me. The smell of her slick combined with her mewls of pleasure already have me on edge. If she doesn't come soon I might finish in my jeans like a fucking teenager. My dick is leaking pre-ejac.

Is it possible for betas to go feral?Because it's taking everything in me not to toss her down on this bench and rut the hell out of her right here.

"Luke, I-I'm t-there," she whimpers as my fingers crook, aiming for her g-spot. Her cunt locks down, and it gets hard to thrust in and out.

"Come all over my hand," I groan, flicking my tongue over her neck. "Fuck, dirty girl, just like that."

Evie shakes against my chest as my palm brushes her clit. I'm so focused on watching her face in our reflection that I miss the smell.

As Evie finally starts to come down from her orgasm, I pull my hand off her tit and turn her face to me for a kiss. I feel likean asshole. She closes her eyes, kissing me softly. I want to enjoy the moment with her… but instead, I glare at my boss.

Murphy stands three feet away, and he doesn't look pleased. I couldn't give a fuck. I flip him off with the hand wrapped around Evie's head and signal for him to go the hell away. The bastard doesn't listen. Of course he doesn't. He looks like he's about to rip my head off.

Evie gives a soft little sigh as we pull apart, and I finally pull my soaked fingers from her body. "Let's take this somewhere private."

"Okay," Everly agrees.

I flip her around until she's facing me and stand.

"Do you think this counts as decking my halls?" Evie mumbles against my neck.

I freeze, staring down at her, and quirk an eyebrow.

"Sorry," Evie whispers, shaking her head. "It's on this silly list my friend made to ensure I had a good vacation."

She mentioned a bucket list earlier today when I carried her out of the bosses' suite. "A bucket list for your Christmas trip."

"Yeah, she called it a Fuck-It List…" Evie blushes.

Murphy snorts. Everly pushes her glasses up her nose and gasps when she catches sight of him.

"Oh shit," she whispers, like we're teenagers who got caught fucking when they thought their parents weren't home.

"Don't be embarrassed," I say with a forced laugh. I still feel like an asshole. I should've been a gentleman and taken her to one of our rooms. "It's a retreat for omegas. This kind of thing happens all the time." My words are true, but I hate the fact anyone could've come across us. Evie doesn't feel like a hook-up, and I want our moments to be…fuck if I know. Special? Just for us? I'm so goddamn clueless on how to take care of a woman I actually like.

"My office, nine a.m.," Murphy says, glaring at me. "Don't be late." His head tips down to look at Everly. He gives her what Ithinkis meant to be a smile. "That's a very pretty dress."

"T-Thanks," she whispers. Her hand pops up, giving an awkward little wave. "Oh, is that mistletoe?"

Tom glances up, giving a clipped nod.

"Sorry," Evie whispers. She stretches toward Tom, and my heart pounds. She kisses the edge of his mouth, running her fingers over his cheek. He fucking beams.

I'm pretty sure she just saved me a world of hurt tomorrow. I carry her past Murphy, and I'm sure he gets a good look at my hand all over her ass.

"Will you be in trouble?" she asks as I head up the stairs. The unmistakable hint of worry in her voice makes me hold her closer.

I shake my head. "Not much, and even if I am I can handle it."

"Oh, no," she whispers. "Would it help if I came with you and explained that it was my fault?"