Page 100 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus (The Exchange)

I fucking like her, and I’d rather that asshole not make me out to seem like a human dildo.

“Carver is a close friend. Not a single one of us will be upset if anything happens between you two,” Miller says, giving her a slow kiss. “I’m sorry. I’ve got to go. I can feel my phone buzzing away in my pocket.”

“Go on, I promise I’ll take real good care of her for you,” I say smugly.

They’re all on my last damn nerve. Well, aside from Melody.

I can’t believe Oliver has slept through our entire conversation. I’m tempted to head over there and kick him in his bare ass.

A weird bubbly feeling happens in my gut.

I think it might be jealousy.

I immediately shut it down.

Sure, it would be nice to be fucked so thoroughly that I could sleep through the power going out, the generators kicking in, and the long-ass conversation we just had. But that’s clearly because I’m pent-up from watching them fuck like rabbits for days with little sleep.

“You better or else I will hurt you,” Miller growls. He leans in, giving her a final kiss and chuckles as he pulls the pillow out from his shirt. He hands it off to Mel and heads out, clapping me on the shoulder on the way past.

“Three for three,” I mutter.

It sure feels like I just got metaphorically and physically tagged in.

Melody has quite efficiently pouted the entire time the guys have been gone.

She swallows thickly as I approach with the thermometer in hand.

I’m not sure what that look on her pretty face is since I don’t know her well enough to be sure, but I think it might be terror.

She clutches the pillow covered in Miller’s scent to her chest like that will save her.

I chuckle. “You’re cute. I’m not going to maul you. That’s the benefit of not being an alpha. You might be flooding the nest with your perfume, and yeah, I like the way you smell, but it doesn’t turn me into a mindless fuck monster.”

“Fuck monster?” she snorts, shaking her head. “Is that what they call rut around here?”

“Nah, I just needed to lighten the mood.” I smirk. “Come on, let’s get you into some clothes.”

She’s still naked, and it’s difficult to concentrate with her tits hanging out. I’m supposed to take care of her. I figure I should get on that while the alphas are out of commission.

“I’ve got goodies and I know how much omegas love a treat.”

Melody perks up at the word.

I chuckle.

Omegas always get excited over surprises. Her head wiggles a little like a hyper puppy. She’s fucking adorable.

“Take your precious alpha covered pillow and go change into something comfortable while I get everything all set up,” I say, nodding back toward the open area of the nest. “You should find your bags by the door.”

Melody blinks wide blue-gray eyes and finally pushes herself up, wandering off with the damn pillow.

I shove the thermometer in my pocket and consider how I can make it sanitary enough in here that I can feed her.

The nest smells like a straight up fuck-fest, and I’m kind of hungry too.

The cushioned recessed area is clean. They never made it out of the den.

I grab the clipboard where I’ve been monitoring Melody’s stats and head out to the open area. Dropping it on the cushion, I aim for the kitchen.

As a precaution, food services delivered every suite their own storm rations. Unlike the rest of the smaller suites, the penthouse has a full-sized refrigerator.

I know for a fact it has cut up fruit and pre-made sandwiches.

I pick up one of the room service trays and load it with drinks, fruit, a couple of sandwiches, and a brownie for Mel since I promised her a treat.

There’s no way to know how long the main power will be out, but generators don’t run the major appliances in the rooms. At least in my experience, they only run the lights and necessities, and from the look of it, that’s the case here too.

I make it quick getting in and out of the refrigerator, that way there’s less of a chance of spoiling the food.

Who the fuck would take the elevator during a blizzard? They should’ve gotten their steps in for the day and taken the damn stairs. I mean, unless it’s someone with mobility issues—that’s really the only viable reason.

Once I’m back in the nest, I set the tray on the floor. It’s getting kind of chilly without the heat running. Most of the rooms will be fine since they’re pretty well insulated, but with the walls of windows in this place, it’s not retaining heat for shit.

We need extra blankets. I head out, checking the linen closet. Thankfully it’s stocked, or I would’ve gone room by room and plucked them off the beds.

I make it back, grabbing the clipboard and pen and mark off that she’s about to eat and drink as well as her bathroom visit.

Omega-sitting seems pretty similar to babysitting. You’ve got to make sure they eat and drink regularly and are using the bathroom. Maybe I’m further ahead than I thought. I bet I could catch right on to parenting, which is a fucking weird thought to have.

Apparently omega perfume doesn’t only rot alpha’s brains.

My jaw drops as I catch sight of Melody.

She’s in a romper?

An adult onesie?

Fuck if I know, but she’s goddamn delectable.

All I can see is legs for days, thick hips, and her hair is up in a messy bun, which happens to be a personal weakness of mine.

Aww, hell.

The outline of her nipples are fully visible as her tits bounce. My head falls back, and I curse the universe.

Melody is physically my dream girl.

I saw her in her compression workout clothes and spent several days with her naked and getting railed by friends.

It makes no sense, but now that she’s in that damn snap-up onesie, her curves are more pronounced.

I can’t force my eyes away from the jiggle of her tits and lower stomach as she moves.

That shit is my weakness.

There’s something about the tantalizing peek of skin, but the majority of the package being covered that really does it for me.

“Are you okay?” she asks, swaying forward in a way that makes my mouth water. She’s got the pillow Miller cuddled tucked under her arm and she looks so unsure that I immediately get my shit together.

I clear my throat. “You seem more coherent now that you’re out of Miller and Nik’s general vicinity. Are you feeling clearer?”

“Somewhat, but I’m also sleepy. I think I’m just going to try to get some rest.” She shrugs and slides by me, trying to head into the den nest.

“Nah, sorry, sweetheart. We’ve got to do all that annoying shit that makes you want to claw my eyes out.” I gently grip her wrist, spinning her to face me.

She stumbles into my chest with the Miller-scented pillow between us. She blinks owlishly, frowning up at me.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me?” I ask, giving her my signature smirk.

Her eyes fall shut as she shudders out a ragged breath.

“On second thought, it might be more fun if you’re a naughty girl.”

Small hands clutch at my chest. “Um, I’ll try to be good, but I might need to get back in the real nest.”

“If it comes to that then we’ll move back in there, but I need to take your temperature and get some food in your system.”

“Okay,” she agrees in a shaky tone.

I release her and she tosses the pillow up by the top of the cushioned mattress before falling to her knees to crawl up. Her ass cheeks hang out the bottom of that tiny little contraption she’s wearing.

A strangled sound escapes my chest.

I’m pretty sure my karma has caught up. Who the hell knows what I’ve done, but it must have been awful.

She’s an absolutely beautiful girl that I happen to be incredibly attracted to . . . but I’m only here to make sure she’s hydrated and fed.

Sometimes being a beta really fucking sucks.