Page 67 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus

Connor doesn't balk at the suggestion. He strips off his shirt, tossing it aside, and frames my front. He pulls my mouth to his as I grind over Luke. The sex isn't deep, dirty rutting. No, it's more like a teasing writhing of our bodies.

Connor's fingers brush my clit as he sucks my nipples one by one. He eventually kisses his way down my stomach. His fingers spread my lower lips, and he stretches out across the bed. He buries his face in my pussy, and I whimper. Luke continues working himself into me as much as the position allows.

I beg mindlessly for a multitude of things as I come again. Everything feels hazy as I writhe against Luke's strong chest. I don't know which way is up anymore.

"Fuck, baby girl, I'm about to paint your cunt with my cum." Luke bites my shoulder as his cock swells. "You're gripping me so good." He holds me to his chest even tighter as he jerks inside me. He spills jet after jet of hot cum, and it sends me into another powerful orgasm. "Holy fuck, that's intense," he murmurs as I finally regain the ability to see and think. Hell, maybe my eyes were closed. I have no idea. I'm too foggy to know much.

I tremble violently against Luke's chest. Connor kneels in front of us. He brushes his lips over my cheek, but he looks a little concerned.

"You're boiling," Connor says, pressing his hand to my sternum. "It didn't hurt? She's burning my hand."

Luke chuckles as he pulls free of my pussy.

"A little," he says, and I gasp. "Nah, sweet girl, none of that. It was worth it."

"Let me start the shower," Connor says, hopping up. "You likely won't want to leave the nest for a few days once the next wave hits."

Connor heads off toward the en suite bathroom.

Luke lies down, pulling me into his chest. "It was convenient having Connor around for those alpha pheromones," Luke muses, kissing my forehead. "I don't think I've ever come as hard as I did, realizing I could be knocking you up."

"Ohmigosh." I snort, slapping his chest playfully. "You're so bad."

"Yeah," he says, gripping my ass. "Doesn't make what I said any less true. I know I can't bite you, but I can be good to you." He shakes his head and his blond hair falls around his face. "I had dreams last night of holding a chubby toddler with her brown hair in pig-tails."

My heart hammers against my ribs. Luke tilts my chin up. The kiss is slow and gentle, andfullof emotion.

Connor and Luke help me take a quick shower, but another wave of heat is already building. Connor shuffles me into the nest like a total bossy alpha.

"You need to get into the nest," he growls. "I'm sorry, we're fucking this all up. We didn't give you the proper amount of time to nest."

"No, stop," I say, jabbing a finger at his chest. "Stop pouting and help me so I can get in there."

I dig around in the rubber totes full of nesting supplies. I pull a soft blanket to my cheek and test it. I like it, but it smells like plastic—not my guys—so I shove it aside.

Tom scratches at his stupidly handsome jaw. He's watching us carefully, like he's unsure what to do to keep me from snapping at him next. He sends steady comfort through the bond, but somehow it overloads my system even further.

"You can stop frowning and help, too," I grumble. My hands fly to my face, and I shake my head. "I'm sorry. I'm being awful."

"You're in heat," Tom says, shrugging. "Comes with the territory. Tons of dirty fucking and a moody omega on occasion. Trust me little one, none of us are complaining. All you have to do is tell me how to help, and I'm glad to do it."

I didn't know until I came into the nest, but the guys brought a ton of stuff from the lodge to the house last night. I shouldn't have looked inside the bins. I should've crawled into the nest on the left side of the room, the one with the walls, and dealt with it however it was.

But my impulses are a mess. I've never had a real heat, and I wasn't prepared for the overwhelming urge to fix the space how I wanted it.

"Someone rub all over that." I nod to the baby blue blanket I originally discarded.

Tom grabs it and shoves it under his t-shirt. Connor snorts a laugh, but Tom shrugs. He pulls the blanket out and swipes it over his neck a few times before flipping it over and doing the other side. He lays it close to the bin and grins like he hopes that helped.

"I don't know what I need," I whisper. "I'm sorry. I feel like a lunatic right now, but it's not right for me to take it out on you guys."

"I'm gonna go make breakfast," Tom says, tossing a thumb toward the door and backing away like he's trying to escape my craziness. I test the bond and realize he's more amused than horrified by my behavior.

"Thank you," I call out as the door closes.

Connor comes up, wrapping an arm around my back and pulling me to him. "I believe what you need is to curl up in the nest and be pampered by your alpha."

My breath shudders out as I give a shaky nod. Connor guides me over to the steps and up into the nest. The raised platform is sturdy and well-built. I guess it would have to be, considering it's meant to hold a bunch of alphas in rut. The mattress is thick and cushioned as I knee-walk across it. The three sides with walls are framed with giant cushions.