Page 130 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus (The Exchange)

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Miller

Mel’s twenty-seventh birthday rolls around, but she’s twenty weeks pregnant.

Nik and Carver come up with the intelligent idea to take her dessert hopping instead of bar hopping. By the third restaurant and the seventh dessert, Mel is green around the gills.

The ride to the house is filled with a lot of uncertainty and Oliver holding a shopping bag at the ready.

Needless to say, while she does survive the experience, she’s not happy about it.

“You two are banned from planning dates forever,” Mel groans as I help her unzip her dress.

“Aww, shit. I’m sorry, gorgeous,” Nik says, approaching with his head tilted. He looks a little like he’s trying to read the line of defense and he’ll duck and weave if she unexpectedly spews on him.

I chuckle at the thought and help her unhook her bra.

“I don’t know why you think it’s funny,” Mel says, shaking out of it and tossing it aside. “I’m going to be sleeping in your armpit and birthday sex is clearly off the table.”

“Damn,” Carver groans. “How about early morning fuckery before we leave for our flight?” He rubs his hands together. “Four days without you is going to feel like an eternity.”

“Maybe,” she says coyly, but the bond buzzes with her interest at his words.

“Do you want my undershirt?” I ask, tossing my button down aside.

“Yes, please,” she agrees.

I yank it off and kiss over her shoulder as she raises her arms.

I pull it down for her and Oliver groans. “Damn, I’m pretty sure your tits have gotten bigger in the last week or two.”

“I agree,” I muse, running my hands over the baby belly.

“The two of you will need to take Mel maternity clothes shopping while we’re gone,” Nik says, climbing onto the edge of the pack bed. “Fuck, I wish we didn’t have to go.”

I’m surprised that I don’t have to be there for the final hearing with the OPA, but they’re accepting my written statement. Nik isn’t getting the same luxury as the owner in charge when the unsanctioned bonding took place.

“Me too,” Mel says around a yawn. “But I’m sleepy. If you’re very sneaky once my stomach settles down . . .”

Oliver immediately elbows Carver in the gut. I sigh, pregnancy has not been kind to Melody’s stomach.

“You two are up to something,” she grumbles, jabbing a short finger at them. “I’m too tired to care. Snicker away, assholes.”

I laugh because she’s definitely settling in and no longer walking on eggshells.

I fucking love it . . . almost as much as I love her.

Life seems to fly by without much happening. Melody sets a self-imposed deadline for herself. Somewhere along the way she decides she needs to have two full books ready before the baby is born. That way she can take off six months or so without any huge gaps in her publishing schedule.

I don’t mind.

Nik does stocks and trading during the day, and he’s got his fitness app to record content for.

Oliver works on whatever new tech he’s developing.

Carver and I have been mostly useless because we rarely leave the house.

The OPA finishes their investigation, and ultimately, Nik and Nathan pay a pretty heavy fine and take a warning. From what Nik has said, Nathan is interested in selling off the franchise anyway.

Although there is some discussion on why that will need to be a careful process, it’s not my business, so I stay out of it.

Mel is just shy of twenty-six weeks when her belly really pops. Over the next couple of weeks it becomes impossible to miss. No matter what she’s wearing it’s very clear she’s pregnant.

I know the belly is going to continue to get bigger, and I can’t fucking wait.

It’s late on a Friday night, but I can’t fall asleep, so I hit the gym to burn off energy. It’s the only major downside of our newfound domestic lifestyle.

I’m just about to head up the stairs following my workout when I catch the light in the kitchen.

Mel’s cravings have been wild, but it’s late so there’s every possibility it’s one of the guys.

My jaw falls when I find my omega sitting on the rug in front of the cabinets. Her head is leaning back against them and she lets out a moan of pure pleasure as she licks the spoon. She’s sitting cross-legged, and she’s got a bunch of stuff laid out around her.

“Whatcha doing?” I ask, crossing the room in a few large strides.

Melody squeaks, jolting when I squat down next to her.

“I ate all the apple slices,” she whispers, dropping her spoon on the plate that’s sitting on the floor. Her lips roll together as she shrugs. “And the jar of peanut butter.”

Her hand flies to cover her face as she laughs.

“The one we got today?” I ask, trying to keep the humor out of my tone.

“That would be the one.” She nods solemnly. “Also the rest of Nik’s cheese dip and the salsa is questionable at this point because I think maybe in the haze, I dipped my peanut butter spoon in it.”

“That’s okay,” I assure her, grabbing the discarded remnants of her craving rampage. I shove it all on the counter. I’ll clean it up in the morning. “Let’s get you two off the floor.”

Normally I’d offer her a hand, but she’s been wobbly lately. I wrap my arms under her armpits and lift her.

“Thanks,” she says as her nose twitches. “You were in the gym. I did wonder about that. Originally I came down to find you, but then . . .” She shrugs. “I really needed a snack.”

“It happens.” I chuckle, sliding a hand up under her shirt.

“She’s super busy.” Grabbing my hand, she places it just below her belly button, but under the curve.

The light fluttering of the last few weeks is gone. Tiny kicks or punches bounce against my hand from the inside out.

“Wow,” I whisper, grinning and trying to keep from doing something ridiculous like bursting into tears.

“You feel that? She’s getting stronger,” Mel says, smiling a wide smile.

“She sure is,” I growl, dipping my mouth to hers. “Come on, I think I’d like to keep you all to myself tonight if you don’t mind?”

“Mr. Miller, are you trying to seduce me?”

“Maybe, is it working?”

“Definitely, but I’m going to need to brush my teeth before you get anywhere close to my mouth.” She snorts.

I shake my head because I couldn’t care less.

I wrap an arm under her ass and lift her. I’ve had to start leaning back lately to make this work.

Mel groans, rolling her forehead against my shoulder. “Ugh, heartburn. So much acid reflux is headed my way. I blame Nik and his obsession with salsa.”

My hand flexes on her ass. I wouldn’t mind burying my cock in her soft little body, but I’ve learned things quickly change with a pregnant omega.

Still, I wouldn’t change a thing.

I wake up at some point while it’s still dark. A naughty tongue flicks over my crown as I fist the sheet to hold back from thrusting too deep.

Melody’s hand wraps tighter around my cock as she works her warm mouth further down. She has one of her knees between mine, but the belly keeps her from lying flat over my leg.

I yank the blanket away, tossing it aside. She’s completely nude as she grinds her pussy against my skin and sucks me deep.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I growl, brushing my fingers over her cheek.

There’s something about the way her tits bounce against my thigh as she flicks and sucks that makes me very sure I’m on the verge of embarrassing myself.

I groan, wishing my arms were as long as Oliver’s.

I bet he could reach her slick little cunt from here.

I have to settle for teasing my thumb over the tight bud of her nipple.

Mel whimpers, taking more of me on each bob of her head. It’s a battle fighting the urge to toss her down and bury my face in her slick sex, but I’d also really like to palm the belly while she rides me.

Mel does the thing that drives me fucking insane. She lets my tip bounce against the back of her throat a few times, and then when I’m least prepared for it, she swallows around the crown.

The clench is too much, which the dirty little vixen knows.

“I can’t last when you do that. Come on up here, baby.” I pull her arms and she pops off my shaft, grinning playfully.

She climbs up until her wet pussy brushes the bottom of my dick. My hands tease her ass, pulling her apart and ensuring I’m lined up perfectly between her slippery lower lips.

“Max,” she whines. I love it when she calls me by my first name.

She has to reach around the swell of her stomach to tease her clit and it makes me feel rabid.

The sight of her big and pregnant coaxes some primal part of my biology.

As soon as she has that baby, I’m going to fuck her full of another, over and over again.

“You are obsessed,” she moans. She’s obviously picking up my thoughts in the bond. She tilts her hips. It drags my tip from her clit down to her hole.

“Yeah, I am,” I growl, thrusting up into her. Her arousal fills the air as she stretches over my length.

She enjoys knowing how on edge I am. And I don’t mind a bit.

Every time she rises and falls she takes more. She’s so damn slick. It’s clear she got herself worked up while she was tasting my cock. I use my handfuls of her ass to help leverage her up and down. It doesn’t take much time before she’s taking my cock like she was made for it.

“You’re so hard.” She scratches at my chest as she bounces.

I snake a hand up, grabbing her hair at the base of her skull and give it a little tug. She switches to deep grinding movements that I almost prefer to the bouncing. I move a hand between us and palm the belly as Mel teases her clit.

I sit up until my chest brushes hers and bring her mouth to mine using my hold in her hair. Mel’s tongue slides into my mouth hungrily, and I get a strong hit of her pleasure through the bond. She’s close and it makes my cock swell even larger.

“I want your knot,” she begs, biting my pec.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Please, Max.”

I hold her to my chest, rolling us carefully to keep weight off her stomach.

Every inch of my length slides out during the transition except for the tip.

The way her hips shimmy as she gets comfortable ends up feeling like she’s giving me a hand job with her cunt.

I think her body is trying to decide if my crown is a knot.

Omega biology is fucking wild.

Wrapping my fingers around her wrist, I yank her hands up, pinning them above her head. “Keep these here for me.”

“Okay, but slam inside me. Please? I need your knot,” she says, fluttering her lashes.

“Such a naughty little omega begging for your alpha’s knot.” It’s tough ensuring I don’t press on her stomach like this, but I’ve learned if I plant most of my weight on my forearm and knees then suck in like I’m doing a crunch, I can stay pretty close to her without pushing on the baby.

My free hand slides up her neck, giving her a teasing squeeze before stopping on her jaw. My thumb flicks over her swollen lower lip as I slap my hips into hers. Her feet dig into my thighs as my knot lodges just inside her opening.

I growl.

Mel floods the air with her pheromones, and they’re so thick I shake my head.

Now is not the time to let biology take over. Falling into rut right now would be dangerous. I blow out a breath as her cunt locks down on my knot.

I run my fingers over her stretched tight skin. Her stomach isn’t soft anymore, and it’s enough of a reminder that I can’t allow myself to get lost to the fog.

“Rut,” Mel begs, pounding her feet against my ass. “Alpha, please.”

“I’ve got you, sweet girl.”

No matter how badly I want to cage her in and rut her through the goddamn bed, I can’t. I move back until I’m kneeling, and it allows me to fuck into her with no threat of losing myself and pinning her too fully.

I pull her legs up over my forearms and yank her ass onto my knees. I use my hold on her hips to rut as much as the position allows.

“Mmm,” Nik says, making his way onto the bed. “I knew there had to be a reason I woke up with a raging hard on. It just took me a while to find you two.”

“Nik,” Mel gasps, twisting to face him. He bends over, kissing her.

I try to keep myself clear. It makes no logical fucking sense, but seeing her pregnant makes me want to immediately fuck her full of another baby. Ridiculous breeding impulse.

Mel’s pleasure courses through the bond, and it only ratchets mine higher. I tease her clit, and it doesn’t take long before she’s gasping and tightening around my knot.

“Fuck yes, gorgeous. Come all over his cock,” Nik growls.

I ignore him as her pussy clamps almost painfully tight and I explode.

I growl as my shaft swells and my knot tingles. My chest heaves as I take deep breaths.

Mel laughs at something Nik murmurs in her ear. I carefully shoulder him out of the way to kiss her deeply.

Mel smiles through the kiss, clutching at my shoulders. I give the belly some space. The movement tugs on my knot and we both groan.

“Okay . . .” Mel shrugs. “I totally should have peed before this little adventure. Let’s make sure we don’t accidentally reactivate that timer.”

She grins.

Nik snorts.

I smile, shaking my head. She’s what was missing from my life all this time, and she’s all ours.