Page 68 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus

Connor climbs inside and turns on a dimmer switch I missed. He pulls the curtain, and it's amazing. My system instantly settles. The head area of the bed has king-sized pillows in a line in front of the cushions.

"Test them out," Connor says, nodding to the pillows. "I think you'll find your pack prepped it for you."

Grabbing one of the pillows I bury my face in it, inhaling deeply. He's right. It smells exactly like Archie. My thighs clench as I try to settle my shaky system. I'm hot, but I want to burrow into the soft blankets and hide.

Then again, I want Connor to plaster his body to mine and settle this wave of heat, too. It's extremely overwhelming not being able to figure out what I need. I know I’m totally overreacting, but I don’t know how to fix it.

"All right," Connor says, taking the pillow from my hands and tossing it back down. "Let's get this off you, and then I'm going to take charge for a bit. You're setting off my impulses. Let me give you what you need, little omega."

I whine as he lifts my long-sleeve pajama dress off over my head. He tosses it back toward the curtain and runs his hands over my arms. He kicks out of his sweatpants, and then he's nude, too.

"Get comfy," he instructs, nodding to the pillows. "I'm going to help you relax." He moves to the left wall and opens a sliding panel at the top. He pulls down a small bottle of something. "Omega."

I stop staring and lie down on my stomach, burying my face in the pillow that smells like Archie. It slams my glasses into my nose and I groan.

"Aww, sweetheart, you really are an adorable mess."

I pull off my glasses. "Can you put these somewhere safe?"

"Of course," he agrees.

Callused hands run over my back and shoulders and I groan. Despite the fact my entire body aches, Connor's touch is a welcome thing. My skin feels itchy and too tight. It makes no sense, but it doesn't make it any less true.

"You're so hot," he says. "But you're not begging for a knot." He picks up the bottle he grabbed out of the cabinet and pops the lid. He squeezes some out and begins to gently caress my skin. "I talked to my dads this morning. They said we'd know when you needed to be knotted. That you'd beg and make it very clear."

"What?" I squeak. "You talked to your dads about me?"About sex with meis what I want to say.

"I did," Connor agrees easily. "Not for the first time. I wanted to be sure I knew what to expect. It's been a lot of years since I took the classes, and although I run The Exchange Eileen is the one who has most of the real interaction with omegas."

His hands are magical. He uses the exact right amount of pressure to work the knots in my shoulders.

"That's very sweet," I acknowledge. "Thank you."

"None of us have ever been with an omega," Connor says, working his hands down my back. He moves to kneel over my legs, and his hard cock bumps my bottom. "Ignore that."

I laugh, but it's very difficult to ignore. It's thick and heavy against my ass. My clit throbs in response to his pheromones. They're flooding the small alcove nest.

"We're here for you. To care for you. But since this is all of our first time riding out a heat, I'm afraid it will be a bit of alearning curve. My dads warned me it'll likely be worse because you're coming off suppressants."

My jaw falls open, but then I realize it was clearly listed in my file.

"The first heat they rode out with my step-mom, she was coming off suppressants. I reached out to see if they had any tips for caring for you," he says, sliding his hands down over the top of my ass. "They're very excited to meet you. Although, I made it clear they aren't to visit until after the first of the year."

He scoots back, running his hand over my ass and down my thighs. The oil teases my skin as he works my thigh in his huge hands. My breathing quickens. His fingertips brush my pussy, and I spread my legs wider. My hips pop up off the mattress a bit to give him easier access.

"You are slick," Connor muses, brushing his knuckles over my swollen sex. A powerful wave of need smacks me straight in the gut. I'm desperate for friction. Connor switches to the other thigh, teasing me and relaxing me all at once. Now that I'm calmer it's easy to see my tantrum earlier was because my system was overloaded.

Connor continues his massage, stretching on top of me to run his hands from my shoulders down my spine. I've never been so well cared for as I have since coming to the lodge.

Connor's cock is sticky as it bumps my bottom, and I arch up a bit. The head slaps the lips of my sex, and I bite my lip to keep from begging. It feels so thick against me. Memories of last night play through my mind. The stretch when he slid inside me was incredible, and I need thatagain.

Connor continues his gentle caressing of my skin. He reaches my ass and pulls me apart. My core aches painfully as I realize just how empty I am.

"I need you," I beg.

Connor chuckles. "Yeah, little omega, I need you, too."

I move to push up on my hands, but Connor blocks me. His forearm lands on my back, holding me down.