Page 75 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus

My body shivers, but I give him a playful shove. "Promises, promises."

Connor pulls me to him. "You're brave for an omega with four men about to chase you down, mount you, and fuck you like the naughty little cock-tease you are." He yanks my head back with one hand and pulls my mouth to his. The kiss is primal and consuming in a way I wouldn't expect from him. His other hand teases under my pajama dress. He brushes his fingers over my pussy. He snarls, yanking my head back and staring into my eyes. "You say 'red' and all of it stops. Other than that you can beg, moan, plead, and demand, but we'll keep going."

"I understand," I whisper.

They already explained all of this once.

"Let's do this," Luke says, biting his lip.

"Run, love," Archie instructs.

My knees clench together as Connor pulls my mouth to his for one final teasing kiss. He releases me and steps back, his chest heaving.

"You get a ninety-second head-start," Tom reminds me. "Use it well."

I give a shaky nod and take off. I take the corner leading to the kitchen and circle the island in hopes it may throw them off. I open the French door a few inches and aim for the back stairs. I hit the second-floor landing and bolt down the hallway. I haveno idea how long it's been, but my perfume is sure to lead them right to me. My pussy is achy.

I briefly consider sitting down and letting them find me. I'm super excited to let them all have their way with me at once.

The thought makes me even wetter. My vagina officially has zero survival instincts. I hit the open door to one of the guest bedrooms and run inside. I'm in the connecting bathroom, trying to slip into the next room, when someone catches me with a hand in my hair.

"Caught you, lovely," Archie growls, thrusting his cock against my ass. He pulls my head back even further, nipping at my neck. "Run along, now."

My heart thumps wildly. He kisses my cheek and releases me. I make it through the bedroom on the other side of the bathroom.

My head swivels as I run down the hallway, trying to make a plan, but my brain is foggy. This house is huge, but there are only so many places to hide. This entire floor is open to the lower level living room. The upstairs has a wooden railing that frames the hallway and gives it an open and airy design. I peek over the railing and bolt for the back stairs.

Luke tackles me on the soft carpet. He rolls us so I land on his chest and he grins.

"Argh," I grumble, shoving his hands off. He laughs, shaking his head. He pecks a kiss on my lips.

"Gotcha, baby girl." Luke laughs.

"You suck," I say, struggling against his strong hold.

"Nah, I'm gonna have you sucking me before the night's out, though. Better run, baby, 'cause when I catch you next I'm gonna fuck that tiny little throat of yours and teach you some manners."

I freaking shiver in response. My impulses apparently have no survival instincts either. They're screaming to let him have his way with me,right now.

I ignore those urges and fight against Luke's tight hold.

I know he could keep me in place if he wanted to, but he lets me escape. I shimmy down his body and crawl away. Once I get some distance, I shove up off the ground and bolt.

I run past the nest and briefly consider going inside. But Connor was right. That's no fun.

Adrenaline pounds through my system, heightening my senses and my arousal.

Being an omega is so weird sometimes.

I aim for the stairway, heading down. I hit the bottom floor landing and squeal when I see Connor coming out of the hallway to the kitchen. My brain stops functioning, and I run back up the stairs. I'm turning the corner to bolt down the hallway when Connor reaches over the railing and fists a huge handful of my hair. I whimper as my neck arches.

He yanks me back as he makes it around the railing, trapping me against his chest with his forearm. He lifts me into the air. I kick and scream. His hand lands over my mouth as my nails rake over his forearm.Crap, I didn't actually want to hurt him.

"Fight me, little omega," he growls. "It's only making me harder." His hand cups my breast and he squeezeshard.The zip of pain turns instantly to a zing of pleasure.

My impulses are humming. My head slams back against his chest and Connor's hold loosens enough that I go limp.

I'm sure he could stop me if he wanted to, but he allows me to slide out of his hold. I fall to my knees and scramble up. I grin over my shoulder as I bolt for the nest.