Page 116 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus (The Exchange)

Chapter Twenty-Six

Melody

Dylan Carver knows how to absolutely wreck a woman in the best way possible. I’m grateful when he seals his mouth to mine. He’s hitting my g-spot in deep rhythmic strokes that make my entire body tingle.

“Rub your clit for me, sweetness,” Carver says against my cheek. He swells even larger inside me. My body tries to lock him in place, but he keeps working himself in and out.

It’s so intense that I can’t seem to focus on anything.

“How about I help?” Oliver offers, climbing onto the bed at our side. His cock bounces against my side as he reaches a long arm between me and Carver and pinches my clit.

I bow off the mattress and Oliver helps pin my top half down.

“Here let me suck your fabulous tits,” he growls.

“Are you feeling a little adventurous?” Carver chuckles.

“Yeah,” I moan as Oliver flicks his tongue over my right nipple.

“Let’s try something,” Carver suggests, pulling out of me.

I barely hold myself back from sobbing.

“Stand next to the bed,” he directs Oliver.

Oli pops up and stands next to the side of the bed with his dick heavy and pointing toward me. I lick my lips. I suddenly have the urge to taste him.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” Carver says.

He pulls me up and lays me back down with my head at the edge of the bed. It doesn’t hang off, but it’s close. Carver moves with me and pulls my thighs over his before guiding his tip back to my entrance.

“What do I do?” Oliver asks, pulling his glasses off.

“Shove your cock in her mouth and do a push up over her. I’m pretty sure you’ll be able to lick her clit like this.”

“Okay,” Oliver says, standing over me. His forearms hit the mattress near my middle as his cock bounces against my face.

Carver flexes just right inside me, and I ignore the awkwardness of the position, pulling Oliver’s cock to my open mouth.

Carver continues to practice grinding into me as Oli wraps his tongue around my clit.

I know they’ve got to be all up in each other’s personal space, but the combination of both of them pleasing me is all I can process.

At first, it’s hard to do anything except let Oliver fuck my mouth, but eventually I smarten up, wrapping my hand around his knot.

“Fuck, Mel,” Carver groans. “I’m about to bust.”

Oliver’s cock swells in my mouth as my pussy clamps down on Carver’s erupting length.

“Shit, I can’t come yet.” Oliver pulls out, allowing me to lose myself in the wild jolts of ecstasy that zip through my system. He teases my clit with his fingers, but he moves to kneel next to me on the bed.

“Keep wringing my cock just like that,” Carver snarls. The look on his face takes my breath away as he fills me with jet after jet of hot cum. “You’re lucky you’re already pregnant. Otherwise I’d definitely be breeding your slick little cunt right now.”

Oli moves to the side completely and Carver falls over me, kissing me deeply as his cock jumps through the final few kicks.

My chest heaves as I stare up at him, and I see the same look of intense pleasure that I’m sure is all over my face.

“Holy fuck,” Carver murmurs, pecking a final kiss on my lips.

“Yeah,” I agree.

“Here, let’s get you settled in where you’re not about to take a header off the side of the bed,” Carver says, moving off me.

I laugh because, at some point, he definitely did fuck the top half of my body right off the side of the mattress.

Oliver moves until he’s sitting on the end of the bed. Even though I’m kind of exhausted, I still climb down, tackling him.

I need to see those same looks on his face.

“I can jerk off if you’re tired,” Oliver says, grinning up at me as I position his dick at my entrance.

“I want you, Oli,” I assure him, sinking down on his massive length. “That’s always really intense.”

“I’ll bet it is,” Carver says, lying down next to us.

Oliver snorts, but his face quickly changes to pure carnal desire as I rise and fall, taking more of him on each grind of my hips.

“Are you okay?” Oliver asks a while later. I’m snuggled up tight between him and the snoring Carver.

“Yeah, just a little anxious for tomorrow.” I nuzzle back into his purring chest. His hard cock is still inside me even though we aren't locked together. He basically never pulled out after our final round.

It wasn't something I expected, but it is really comforting in a way I don't know how to explain.

“No matter what happens, I don’t think I can let you go,” Oliver says, pulling me until I’m more on my back than my side. He slips out of me, but I ignore it because he looks very serious.

“I know you’ve heard us mention it, but I’m finally feeling like myself again.

It was scary getting lost in that rage of alpha fog.

I never expected to get an early diagnosis.

I’m not a violent person.” He shrugs. “You’re giving me, me back.

I will be the best man I can be. I promise you. I’m not going to abandon you.”

“Oli,” I whisper as my eyes clench. I can feel his emotions as if they were my own. His sincerity is impossible to miss. “I don’t want to lose you either.”

“Then you won’t. I’ll treat that baby just like it’s mine because if you are then it is too.”

Our mouths meet as he teases his fingers over my cheek.

“You know you’ve got support now, right? That no matter what you don’t have to do it alone.”

“I believe you.” I can literally feel his emotions toward me. It’s a mind-blowing feeling. I might burst into tears at any second.

All omegas are sensitive to the emotions of others, but I’ve never been able to pick out each feeling so easily before.

My hand trails over the few fine hairs on his chest and eventually down his slender stomach.

Oliver grips my hand. “I’ve never been as aroused all the time as I have since meeting you. Go any lower and I’ll definitely need to fuck you again before we sleep.”

I chuckle. “I don’t hate that idea, but I also loved the feeling of just snuggling with you inside me.”

“You need rest,” he says, brushing his nose against mine. “If I slide back inside you now, I don't think I can keep it sweet. But I was wondering how you feel about giving me permission to fuck you sometime . . .” He licks his lips. “Like maybe if I woke you up with my cock already inside you?”

I study his face and try to hold back the smile. He looks so damn hopeful that I nod my agreement. Oliver is kinkier than I expected. I freaking love it. “I’m a really light sleeper usually, though. So don’t be disappointed if you wake me up while you’re trying.”

“I do love a challenge,” he says, rolling me back to face Carver. “Get some rest. From what I read, we’ll likely be able to hear the baby’s heartbeat tomorrow.”

He wraps his arm around me, pulling me back into his chest. I don’t fight it. I give into the moment of pure contentment and try not to let my brain think about all the what ifs.

Slightly calloused fingers scratch over my nipple as I blink awake. I’m not sure where I am or what’s happening. My hips slide back as Oliver growls into my hair. I’m lying on my side and he’s behind me. His hard cock is already inside me, and it pulses as I wiggle my hips back.

Oliver’s lightly citrus and vetiver scent is heavy in the air. I can smell my own arousal and my pheromones thump in response to Oli’s fresh scent.

“You are slick, aren’t you, Mel? Is that all for me?” Oliver asks, nuzzling his chin to the top of my head. He’s extremely tall. I can only imagine how much maneuvering this position took for him to be able to get inside me.

“Yes.” My head rolls around his chest as I remember Carver is in the bed with us. Last night was incredible. They rocked my world in the best way possible. I never imagined how intense sex could be with multiple partners.

“Tilt a little.” Oliver directs my hips back and cups my lower stomach. “Fuck, I can’t get over how hot that is.” He pulls out and works his length back inside me. “You’re not even taking all my cock, and I’m bumping the bottom.”

I moan. He feels unreal, like I’m stretched to capacity around him.

“Shh, I want to keep you all to myself,” he whispers.

I nod my agreement, sliding my hand down my stomach over his hand to tease my clit. My skin feels hypersensitive, and I’m freaking obsessed with the way his fingers dig into my hip and lower belly as he slowly thrusts in and out.

“I bought six books by different authors last night after you fell asleep. I started one this morning. I don’t think it’s your voice.” He scrapes his teeth over my shoulder. “But I’m not going to lie, the sex is hot as fuck.”

My breath comes in rapid pants as he wraps his body tighter around mine. Spooning sex with Oliver is lazy and sensual, but super freaking intense.

“I’m going to read every author in your genre until I recognize the character names,” he says, nipping at my ear. He slides his forearm under my head and wraps his hand over my mouth. “That or I recognize your style. Then I’m going to read every book you’ve written.”

Okay, so Oliver’s dirty talk is not what I was expecting, but it still turns me the hell on.

I shiver as my fingers brush his cock. My clit pulses, and even though I’m barely awake, it’s clear he got my body on board before I was conscious. My inner walls clench at the thought. I tilt my head and wrap my arm back, teasing my fingers through his soft curls as his knot bumps my lower lips.

“The first time I knot you outside of a heat it’s going to be face-to-face,” he whispers.

“It’s like you’re trying to drag it inside you.

” He releases his hold on my mouth and bumps me up until his arm rests under my ribcage.

He palms my tit with that hand and yanks my hips back into his pelvis with the other.

“I can’t wait to see your belly get big with the baby.

Is that weird?” He pinches my nipple and I sob.

“I want you to ride me with the pregnant belly.”

“Oliver,” I moan.

“It’s so hard not to sink my teeth into you,” he growls, snapping his hips into mine with more force.

The bed shakes and the next thing I know Carver’s sleepy face is grinning at me.

“Damn, I like sharing a bed,” he says, scooting his nude body down until he’s at eye level with my tits.

“Do you think one day you can take us both at the same time?” He buries his face in my tits before pulling them together and sucking on my nipples one by one.

“Harder,” I demand, shoving my ass back into Oliver’s pelvis. Their scents are flooding my system, and even though I know it’s not possible to have another heat already, I still feel hazy. “Bite me, please?”

“Aww, fuck,” Oliver hisses. “I will anytime.”

“Are you foggy?” Carver asks, sounding perplexed.

“Not to the point where I don’t know what I’m asking for.” And I’m really not. It’s something about the way Oliver clutches me to him while trying to bruise my cervix that makes me very sure I’d be content with this alpha for life. “Oh crap, you’re so deep.”

“Then by all means, that’s between the two of you. I think I’m going to see if I can lick her clit like this,” Carver says, sliding down even further. I pull my leg back a bit to make room for him. “Try to keep your balls from slapping me in the face.”

“I’m so close,” Oliver groans, completely ignoring Carver.

“I’m close too,” I agree.

Carver licks from my hip down to my clit and gently shoves my hand away. “I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

He isn’t shy about burying his face in my pussy.

I tilt the top half of my body and pull Oliver’s mouth to mine.

It’s not the easiest to manage, but we make it work.

His forearm is still under me and his palm splays out over my chest as he grunts into my mouth.

His other hand tightens over my hip, and he lets out the most adorable sound that’s somewhere between a whimper and a growl.

My arousal spikes higher and higher with each shallow buck of his hips. It seems like he’s tired of pulling out all the way, and I don’t mind at all. It makes it easier to grind over his throbbing length.

Carver knows just how to tease my clit while working my pussy lips in some magical pattern that only makes everything more intense. My nipples ache as my tits bounce.

“You’re so tight it gets almost painful right before you come,” Oliver groans, yanking me back into his chest.

I don’t know what the beta with the enchanted tongue does next, but as his teeth graze my hood, electricity zips through my entire body. My hand flies to Carver’s hair as I thrash. My other tightens on Oliver’s head as he growls into my ear.

His knot teases against my opening as he slams as deep as he can go. My arm falls to the side as he moves to scrape his teeth over my throat.

“Can I bite you, Mel?” he growls, sounding more animalistic than I’ve ever heard come from him.

I nod. “Yes, please.”

My eyes fly open as Carver’s head pops up.

“No, don’t stop,” I whine.

Oliver snarls, licking the tender skin just below my ear on the side of my neck. He has to twist to get close enough, and I follow him with my hips.

Carver finally tongues my clit again, but my orgasm is starting to subside. That is until Oliver strikes. His teeth dig into my skin just below my hairline on the back of my neck. Pleasure like I’ve never felt explodes through my body.

“They’re going to fucking kill me,” Carver mutters. He slides a single finger inside me next to Oliver’s cock as he thrusts, and everything feels like too much to process.

“Holy shit.” Oliver licks over his bite.

“You good, sweetheart?” Carver asks.

I nod because I can’t seem to form words.

“Good, let’s see if we can really make you fly,” Carver drawls. He slides a second finger inside me and aims like he has radar for my g-spot.

Even that’s difficult to concentrate on as I get slammed with a pulse of Oliver’s emotions. I’m not sure what the underlying feeling is. Appreciation? Contentment? I have no idea, but a ragged sob escapes.

“Shh, you’re okay,” Oliver says, laying his palm over my heart. “We’ve got you. I’m always going to take care of you from here on out.”

Carver keeps his fingers inside me, which is a really weird feeling when Oliver’s still-hard cock is also inside me.

“Are you good?” Carver brushes his nose against mine.

“I am,” I agree, but really embarrassing tears leak from my eyes.

Carver’s cock bumps around my stomach, and I wrap my hand around him to distract from the overwhelming emotions I’m hit with. I lunge for his mouth and he grins into the kiss, wiggling his fingers and brushing them against the spot that makes me see stars.

“Oh, fuck. She really likes that,” Oliver growls. He’s mostly been gently thrusting as deep as he can go, but he pulls out and slides back in.

“One day, pretty girl, we’re both going to fuck your sweet cunt,” Carver says.

They tease and tantalize my body until I’m so satiated, I can’t even muster enough energy to be stressed about my doctor’s appointment.