Page 114 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus (The Exchange)

Chapter Twenty-Five

Carver

I’m a gentleman, or I should say I’m desperately trying to be one.

My cock doesn’t seem to understand the definition of the word.

Ever since I caught sight of Mel as she climbed into the SUV, it became clear I probably wasn’t going to make it to the second date without shoving my cock inside her sweet pussy.

Oliver seemed equally at a loss for words. She’s got on a cream-colored dress that’s tight on her tits and stomach, but it gets fluffier around her hips. Fuck if I know what that style is called, but I do know she’s drop-dead gorgeous.

Nik’s nickname for her is apt.

Miller mentioned her preference to avoid seafood. I could’ve kissed him because I nearly fucked up our first date. Finding a restaurant around here that didn’t feature seafood was impossible, but I managed to find a nice little steakhouse that at least has options.

It’s directly next to a decent hotel that we’ve already reserved a room in.

I drop Oliver off at the front desk to check us into the room, that way if Mel isn’t feeling well after dinner, we can head right up.

Are we being presumptuous assholes renting a room with one king-sized bed?

Probably not, considering she hasn’t spent a night alone since her heat started, but my hands do weirdly start to sweat against the steering wheel when I think about her being pissed.

Oliver comes back before I can blurt out something ridiculous like offering to get her a separate room.

Jesus Christ.

I need a beer. Or seven.

We park and head into the restaurant. One side is a steakhouse and the other is a bar with a dance floor. I’m not entirely sure Melody will be up for dancing, but I do want to give her a full date experience, so I’m grateful it’s there if we aren’t quite ready to end the night.

We make it inside and they seat us in a two-sided booth. I would have preferred one of the round ones, but it is what it is. Mel and I share one side while Oliver takes the other.

Dinner goes well.

I mean, other than Oliver informing Melody that she needs to pick a different salad dressing when the server doesn’t know if their Caesar dressing is pasteurized, that is.

Melody is a good sport about it. She stretches a hand across the table after we place our order and thanks him for teaching her that tidbit of information.

Oliver lights up, and it’s clear he’ll be researching every possible food she might come into contact with from here on out.

Melody puts away a fair amount of her steak and potato, but she declines dessert when it’s offered. I brush my fingers over the soft skin of her inner thigh, relishing how she feels pressing against my side.

The waitress drops the check and Oliver and I immediately fight over it.

“You paid for the room,” he growls.

The skinny fucker has long arms and unbelievably quick reflexes, I covertly flip him off while Mel frowns at her phone.

My interest immediately transfers to her screen as it lights up again. Her ex’s picture dances across it, and I fight the urge to do something stupid. I’ve already spoken to that asshole once. I don’t think it would go any better a second time.

My hand dances up Mel’s thigh in an attempt to distract her.

“He’s still bothering you? Or did you reach out to him?” I ask close to her ear as I tease my fingers higher.

“I thought I should wait until after seeing the doctor tomorrow before . . .” She sighs. “I won’t lie. I don’t want to have that conversation. I know he’s not going to be happy.”

I twist toward her, sliding my free hand around her throat and up to turn her to face me fully. She gasps as I brush the fingers of my other hand over her panties. It gives me the perfect opportunity to shove my tongue into her mouth.

She tastes sweet like the soda she’s been drinking. That’s just Melody. She’s always fucking delicious. My blood pumps through my system with staggering force. I’ve never felt as out of control as I feel when Melody claws at my shoulders. I’ve been a goddamn saint at being patient.

“You smell electric to me,” Melody whimpers as we pull back. “I’ve never had an attraction to a betas scent before. Not like I’m drawn to you. I didn’t mean that how it sounded.” She stares into my eyes, running her fingers over the back of my neck. “I just meant I really like you.”

I give her lower lips a little squeeze between my fingers and she spreads her legs wider.

“I like you, too, sweetheart,” I assure her, grinning against her cheek. “Ready to get out of here?”

“Yeah.”

“I paid while you two were preoccupied,” Oliver adds, laughing.

Melody’s phone lights up with the dicks picture again. I don’t hesitate to swipe my finger to decline the call.

Mel gives me a relieved smile. “Thank you.”

Melody seems very sheepish once we’re all in the hotel room together. Maybe I am a presumptuous dick. She’s only been with her asshole ex before her latest heat. Who knows where her head is at?

Oliver drops his suitcase in the armchair and immediately starts digging in it. “I’m going to hop in the shower if neither of you need the bathroom.”

“I’m good,” Melody says, kicking off her shoes as she pulls off the black leather jacket.

Oliver looks at me. I shake my head to clarify I don’t need it either. He nods and aims for the shower while my focus is on the fidgety little omega. I’m not sure why she’s so damn cute as she darts her gaze around like she’s trying to find anything else to focus on.

I pull off my shirt and kick my unlaced boots in the corner before prowling toward my prey. She’s been lightly perfuming since our kiss in the restaurant, which Oliver quietly muttered to me as we dug the bags out of the cargo area of the SUV.

It’s not like I could miss the fact. My nose might not be as sensitive as an alpha’s, and she might not be flooding the air the way she did during her heat, but it’s clear.

She wants me just as badly as I want her. That’s a goddamn good feeling. I’ve never been one of those betas who wanted to be an alpha. I don’t think a fancy cock defines the man, nor my ability to provide for my family.

Mel turns to drop her earrings on the television stand. My hands land on her hips as I grind against her ass.

“Would you like help removing the necklace?” I ask against the shell of her ear.

She gives a clipped nod as she wiggles against my chest. Her dress feels silky against my forearms as her sweet vanilla and coconut scent fills the air.

I make my way up to undo the necklace Nik bought her and bring her hair to the side.

I nip at her neck before making quick work of the clasp.

I set it next to her earrings before working down her zipper.

My hands land back on her luscious hips.

I’ve dreamed about all the ways I’d fuck her if I got the chance, but I’m trying to hold onto the shreds of my sanity that I have left.

Mel whimpers, baring her neck as she curves forward. My teeth scratch over her throat as my arm wraps around her middle to keep her upright.

I turn her and sidestep a few feet. This way she has a perfect view of everything I do to her in the mirror.

Her eyes sparkle as they meet mine. My cock aches, but it’s that weird, warm feeling that radiates in my chest as she grins at me that makes me nervous.

Her puffy lips part gently as I undo my belt and toss it aside while I tease my other hand over her stomach and lower toward her pelvis.

Apparently I’m on my game with multitasking tonight.

She’s so damn short in comparison to my frame that I can perfectly see down the front of her dress. She really does have a nice pair of tits.

“I’ve got to admit, I’ve never had a thing for wanting to fuck a pregnant chick.” I chuckle, shaking my head. “Not until you. I’ve developed a slight fascination to the fact you’re growing a fucking life inside your body.”

I slip my fingers into the waistband of her panties and pinch her pussy lips.

“Carver,” she whimpers.

I smirk against her shoulder, brushing my beard over her skin. She trembles in response. I use my teeth to grip the strap of her dress and pull until it falls down her arm.

Her pupils are blown wide as her gaze meets mine. There’s something about that aching look of desperate desire all over her face that fucking kills me.

I kiss my way across her skin and pull down the other side of her dress as I slide a finger between her lower lips. She’s slick to the point it’s hard not to shove her hands down on the dresser, yank her hips back, and slam inside her.

“Fucking Christ, you’re soaked.” I drag my teeth over her neck and she curls away, trembling.

“Goddamn, Mel. Do you feel how hard you make me? It turns me the fuck on being coated in your cunt.” I pull my hand off her hip to yank the front of her bra down.

Her heavy tits spill over the cups and I pinch her nipple, rolling and tugging lightly at the same time as I slide my middle finger lower to tease her hole.

“Damn, my tits are tender,” she groans.

“Sorry, sweetheart. I wish Oliver was here. I’d have him kiss it better for you.” I switch to light flicks between my middle and pointer finger.

Her hands fly back and she claws at my ass. I’ve still got my jeans on, but I release her tit so I can unbutton and unzip them.

“You should get inside me.” She nods, her head rolling against my chest.

“Should we take these off?” I muse, snapping the band on her panties.

“Unless you plan to pull them to the side, then yes.”

“Such a brat.” I chuckle against the side of her head and pull my hand free of her pussy to rip them down.

Mel steps out of them and surprises me by spinning around and dropping to her knees. She yanks on my jeans and my cock bobs out. Sometimes it’s convenient to go commando. Her breath fans over my pelvis as she scratches her nails over my lower stomach and wraps a small hand around my shaft.