Page 102 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus (The Exchange)

“Busting out my first name? Shit is getting serious,” he murmurs, nuzzling his cheek to the top of my head. “What do you need, sweetheart?”

“I’m okay,” I groan, but then I’m licking his neck and grinding my pussy over his sweatpants-covered cock. “I’d probably be better if I could come, though. I think that would be good.”

“Is that right?” he says in a humor-lined tone.

“Yes,” I assure him. “Now would be great.”

“Are you sure you know what you’re asking for?” he asks, his hand tightening over my ass cheek.

“Definitely.”

His cock jumps under me. I whine in response. My chest feels tight, but it doesn’t hurt nearly as badly as the cramping in my lower stomach.

“My eyes burn. That only happens when my temperature gets close to 110.”

“Fuck.” He rolls us with no warning. He stares down at me with his brow drawn tight. “That’s high. I know it’s dangerous if it stays there for long.”

“Right,” I agree, because that sounds totally logical. “So I need to come.”

“Who am I?”

“What?” I scoff.

“What’s my name?”

“Dylan Carver. You work security and you’re only here as a favor to your friends. Not because you want me. So either wake up Oliver or get out.” My eyes squeeze shut. My mental discomfort is nowhere near as bad as the pain that comes with the next pulse of heat.

I curl into Carver as he leans over me, holding himself up on his forearm.

His free hand slides up my throat.

“Are you under the mistaken impression that I don’t want you, Melody?” He squeezes with just the right amount of pressure.

My nipples poke through the thin material of my onesie, but while I slept, the upper three snaps came undone. The tops and sides of my tits pop out. On the plus side, it makes my boobs look great.

“I asked you a question,” Carver says, running his thumb over my pulse.

“You’re here because it’s your job. Don’t pretend otherwise,” I say defiantly. “You’ve made that clear.”

“I could have declined and told them to fuck off but I didn’t like the idea that you might end up fucking someone other than me. I get it, I’m not an alpha—”

“I don’t care. I just want you.” I pull my legs out, wrapping them around his ass. My feet dig in as he slides his hand up my neck and into my hair.

“Is that right? Are you sure I’m not just a faceless cock at this point?”

“No one has ever stood up to Ben for me. At first, I was anxious because I knew he’d make life hell to get back at me, but then I realized I don’t have to put up with his shit anymore.” I bite my lip. “I know we don’t know each other, but you’re a decent workout buddy.”

He tilts my head to the side and scrapes his teeth down the column of my neck.

“Are you sure you can handle me, Mel?” he teases.

I writhe against his tightly controlled strength. “I’d love to find out.”

“I spent three and a half days watching you get railed in every position imaginable. Do you know how many times I daydreamed I was in their place?”

My head shakes, but it’s limited by how tightly he’s holding my hair.

“I’m never going to be able to smell vanilla again without getting a hard on. It might be dangerous to take me into an ice cream shop.” He licks and sucks from my neck to my collar bone and down my sternum as far as he can go. “Even your skin tastes sweet. This is why omegas are so dangerous.”

“I need you.”

“I do love hearing you beg. It’s going to replay in all my dirty fantasies for quite some time.” He bites the side of my tit. “It’s even better now because you’re begging for me.”

My feet bounce against his ass as I arch off the mattress. He uses his teeth to pull the fabric aside until my right breast is completely exposed.

I ache painfully, but Carver teases his stubble over my sternum before wrapping his tongue around my nipple.

I leak slick.

It’s embarrassing how soaked I am.

I grind against his cock that manages to perfectly bump my clit, but it disappears as I gyrate.

I let out a huff of annoyance, but Carver chuckles darkly.

“So impatient, aren’t you? Are you desperate for me?”

“You know I am,” I gasp as I find that blissful friction for a second, only for it to disappear again.

“I do, and I fucking love it.” He leans up on his knees and yanks his T-shirt off before chucking it aside.

“Now isn’t the best time to tease me.” My hand immediately runs over his warm skin. He’s nowhere near as hot as I am.

It’s clear how much time he puts in at the gym.

His pecs and traps are well-defined, but not overly bulky.

His dark hair falls over his forehead as he smirks.

He clearly noticed my ogling. My fingers brush over the few fine hairs on his chest before sliding down the indents of his abs.

He’s got a dark happy trail and I run my pointer finger through it.

His sweatpants bulge as his cock presses against the material. I cup him in my hand and he laughs.

“Nah, let’s take care of you,” he says, gripping the crotch of my outfit. The snaps pop open and he folds up the top flap until it’s tucked around my lower stomach. “You’re dripping for me, little omega.”

My hands fly to cover my face as I try to close my thighs.

Carver makes that impossible.

I don’t see it, but I feel him pull my other tit free. He’s got a view of all the important parts, but I remember he said he likes a little coverage. I don’t mind since the fabric is hiding all the areas I’m most self-conscious about.

His skin is starting to feel cool compared to mine. He wraps his fingers around my wrist, pulling my arm down.

“Don’t hide.” He’s got a bit of a southern accent and it sounds thicker than normal. “Show me how you get yourself off.”

“What?” My mouth falls open.

“I’m not an alpha. I’m not going to jump when you whine. Show me how you finger your pussy,” he demands, bringing my hand to rest over my pelvis.

There’s a look of challenge all over his stupidly handsome face.

Really, no man should be that hot. It melts a woman’s better judgment, or it does mine.

“Give me a good show. Make it real dirty, and I might help out if I’m feelin’ generous.” A dangerous smile crosses his face. He drops my hand and leans over, teasing me with a light kiss that makes me whimper.

Instead of going for my clit, I grab his cock. It’s thick and heavy. He definitely has a reason to be so smug.

“You’re a naughty little thing.” His forehead rests against mine as he shoves his tongue in my mouth.

The bare skin of his chest brushes mine, and I want him so badly that I can’t hold back the moan.

He keeps himself up on one palm and grinds against my clit.

My hand caresses his shaft over the fabric, and I think he might give in.

“It is tempting to give you your way, but I’m getting a nice little thrill from pissing you off.

” He pushes back until he’s kneeling and removes my hand, shoving it to rest over my pussy. “Get to it.”

“You’re a sadist,” I grumble, poking out my bottom lip.

“Nah, just a man who wants to watch you tease that dripping cunt.” He winks, and it makes my silly heart race. “Show me how you play with your pretty little pussy.”

I shrug. Cupping my left breast, I tease my fingers across my over-sensitive flesh. My other hand slides down my pelvis. I spread my lower lips and Carver stares transfixed.

“Yeah, you feel that? You’re drenched, aren’t you?

” His voice is low and gravelly, but it lacks the growl like an alpha would have.

It still causes a visceral reaction in my system.

I bare my neck to him, whining. “Your cheeks are pink. Don’t be embarrassed.

Do you have any idea how hot it makes me seeing you leak for me?

Here, let me help.” He wraps his hand around mine and guides my fingers to work my clit.

“You’re not the only one. You’ve got my cock dripping pre-cum. ”

I groan, trying to roll him over so I can climb on his dick, but he just chuckles.

“You’re not in charge.” He kisses my cheek. “Do you normally shove a finger inside? Or just tease the button?”

He cups my tit, pinching and tugging the nipple.

It makes me sob. He readjusts himself until he’s on his elbow and carefully slaps a hand over my mouth.

“Do you want me to spank your pretty ass? Hmm? Is that why you’re being so defiant, or is it that I’m not an alpha?

Is that why you think you don’t need to listen? ”

I bite his palm, huffing in response. I’m shocked when he rolls over onto his back. He sits up, pulling me over his lap without any further warning. My top half lands against the cushion as he teases his calloused hand over my ass.

“You want me to stop, then you say red. Do you understand?”

“Yes, but what are you doing?” I squirm, twisting to look at him.

“I’m going to show you what happens when you refuse to be good for me.” He raises an eyebrow. There’s something about the look on his face that makes me ache for him. “Can I spank your pretty ass red? Huh, Mel?”

A shiver runs through my entire body.

I’m not against the idea of it. It’s just something I’ve never experienced before. I give him a shaky nod. “Okay.”

“Scream if you need to. Hell, maybe you’ll even get lucky and wake Oliver. Then he can take over. We all know the claws come out when an omega doesn’t get their way.”

I push up on one hand so I can turn fully and flip him off.

He chuckles a low throaty sound that makes my nipples ache. “Keep bratting, sweetheart. It’s not my ass about to pay the price.”

The fabric of my onesie slid down at some point. He lifts it, tucking it around my lower back before teasing my ass cheeks and even brushing his finger over my sex.

“Let’s be real. I think we’re both going to enjoy this,” Carver murmurs, palming the back of my head before moving that forearm to my lower back. “Have you ever been spanked?”

“N-No.” My hands fist in the comforter. My anticipation and anxiety are ratcheting higher with every second that he delays.

“I’ve read that an omega’s biology is set to convert sexual pain to pleasure, but don’t hesitate to stop this if it’s not for you.

” He brushes his fingers down my dripping core, and I briefly wonder how we even ended up here.

“I’d like to see how accurate the information is. You know, for research purposes.”

I snort, shaking my head. Carver is playful in a way I’m not used to, but I do like the way he makes me feel.

“Last time, what do you say if you want to stop?”

“Red, but I don’t, so get on with it.”

“Such a brat,” he says, chuckling.

I very nearly prove him right when he pulls his fingers from my pussy and his hand lands against my ass with more force than I’m expecting.

I whimper as the pain sizzles for a few seconds before transforming into blissful pleasure.

Being an omega really is a gift sometimes.