Page 31 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus (The Exchange)

Chapter Twenty-Three

Everly

Iwake up hot and uncomfortable. The sheet slides over my bare skin, and I feel achy in a way I've never experienced. Tom is missing from his side of the bed, and when I roll over the other way I roll into Luke.

"Good morning, pretty girl," Luke mumbles, sliding a hand over the back of my head. "Oh shit, you're hot."

He sits up, studying my face.

"I don't feel so good," I grumble. "I think I caught the flu. My entire body hurts. You should stay back. You might get sick."

Luke buries his face in my neck. "Nah, sweetness. I don't think that's what this is."

My pussy throbs as I catch a whiff of his electric scent. My nipples tighten painfully, and I moan, trying to roll up into a ball.

"I think bonding with Murphy sent your heat into overdrive," Luke says, brushing his cheek against mine.

"Please don't leave me," I whimper, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him down on top of me.

"I should get one of the others," he replies, and his eyes squeeze shut.

"I don't need one of the others," I say, pushing his shoulder, rolling him over. "I need you."

"Oh, sweet girl, how I wish that was true." He shakes his head like he can't believe he said that.

I toss my leg over his pelvis and slide over on top of him.

"Do I need to beg?" I ask, grinding my hips over his. His cock jumps between my thighs, and I whimper. I run my hands over his strong chest. He's covered in muscles. "Because I will. Please, Luke, I need you."

His hands land on my hips, and he grinds me over his thickening length.

"It would be so much better without that pesky material between us," I grumble. Luke's hand lands on my ass in a playful swat, and I shiver. "Crap, that felt really good."

I push up on my knees and slide his pajama pants down.

His cock bounces against my ass. My hands land on his chest as I wiggle my hips back.

I woke up painfully aroused. I'm already wet, but my cheeks heat as I realize some of that might be the evidence of Tom and me bonding last night.

Luke swivels and moves. I think he's kicking the pants the rest of the way off.

He leans forward, wrapping his tongue around one of my nipples. His hands pull my cheeks apart as his fingers brush over my sex. Every time he flexes his hold it makes my pussy clench. He switches to the other nipple as I slide back, trying to position his cock just where I need him most.

"I want to savor this," Luke says, staring up into my eyes.

The sincerity written all over his face takes my breath away.

He notches at my opening and barely pushes inside.

He grips my ass, pulling me apart and guiding me in a rotating swivel.

It's not something I've felt before, but Luke is adept at ratcheting my pleasure higher with very little effort.

"That's never gonna get old." He continues swiveling my hips in small circles. Each gyration of my pelvis forces me down a little further.

My pussy clenches around him greedily. I'm desperate for every inch he gives me.

"Rub your clit, baby girl," Luke grinds out.

His jaw is tight, like he's holding himself back.

His hands are huge, spanning from my ass to my hips.

His forearms flex each time he works me further down on his throbbing length.

"You're burning up. So hot it's almost painful, but fuck does it feel good.

" His thick twang sounds more pronounced.

"Am I hurting you?" I gasp.

"Hell no," he groans. "Makes me want pound into you like a fucking beast though."

"Yes, do that," I whimper, circling my clit and trying to force myself further onto his shaft.

"You feel too snug," he growls. "I don't want to hurt you."

"Please?" I beg, my mind is a foggy haze of lust and need. "I need you to slam into me."

"Whatever you need, baby girl. I'm here for it," Luke growls. He uses his feet on the bed to power up into me, and I moan like a well-paid porn star. "Holy fucking shit." He shakes his head. "It's like your pussy is molded to my cock."

I whine. My tits feel heavy and tender. My clit throbs as my fingers brush over it.

"Luke, please," I sob, shivering over his length. His hands finally leave my hips as he pushes himself up until he's sitting. I bury my face in his chest and whimper, "I'm so close."

Luke's hand wraps in my hair and tilts my head to the side as I bounce on his cock. He bites and sucks my throat while his other hand teases my nipple. My pleasure coils tighter. Every nerve ending in my body seems to be jolting with ecstasy.

"Clench around me like that," Luke growls into my throat. His teeth scrape over my tender flesh, and I freeze.

My eyelids slide shut as I lose all control. My pussy gushes as I tighten over his length. I can barely touch my clit as it throbs. Pleasure zings through every cell of my body, and I whine.

"That's it, dirty girl, scream for me," Luke goads, and I do. It's not even a conscious thought, I can't hold it back. His strong arms hold me to him as I shiver and shake. I bite his chest, flicking my tongue over the indentations. "Fucking hell, you make me feel like a king."

Luke lifts me off his throbbing cock. The head is swollen and red, like he's desperate to come.

"Hands and knees." Luke instructs as I mindlessly study his powerful form. "Now, Evie!"

His words roll through my system like a bark, and I scramble to comply. My hands fall to the bed, and I kneel before him.

Luke's hands caress my ass and then he's giving me several strong smacks.

"God, yes," I whimper. Every ounce of pain instantly transforms into blissful pleasure.

Luke lines himself at my opening and thrusts to the hilt.

The position feels totally different as he slams into me.

I basically collapse on the mattress, burying my face in it as I sob.

Luke's grip on my hips is punishing and my system is overloading with pleasure.

The heat haze has me mindless as I beg to come.

"Shh," Connor's voice surprises the hell out of me. I have no idea when he appeared.

Luke slams into me with deep, punishing strokes as Connor brushes my hair away from my face.

"We've got you." Connor tenderly caresses my cheek.

"Get her up," Luke demands gruffly.

Connor helps pull me up until I'm kneeling, with Luke still inside me.

"That's it, sweetheart," Luke says against the shell of my ear. "Let your pack take care of you. Lick her clit."

Connor doesn't balk at the suggestion. He strips off his shirt, tossing it aside, and frames my front. He pulls my mouth to his as I grind over Luke. The sex isn't deep, dirty rutting. No, it's more like a teasing writhing of our bodies.

Connor's fingers brush my clit as he sucks my nipples one by one.

He eventually kisses his way down my stomach.

His fingers spread my lower lips, and he stretches out across the bed.

He buries his face in my pussy, and I whimper.

Luke continues working himself into me as much as the position allows.

I beg mindlessly for a multitude of things as I come again. Everything feels hazy as I writhe against Luke's strong chest. I don't know which way is up anymore.

"Fuck, baby girl, I'm about to paint your cunt with my cum.

" Luke bites my shoulder as his cock swells.

"You're gripping me so good." He holds me to his chest even tighter as he jerks inside me.

He spills jet after jet of hot cum, and it sends me into another powerful orgasm.

"Holy fuck, that's intense," he murmurs as I finally regain the ability to see and think.

Hell, maybe my eyes were closed. I have no idea. I'm too foggy to know much.

I tremble violently against Luke's chest. Connor kneels in front of us. He brushes his lips over my cheek, but he looks a little concerned.

"You're boiling," Connor says, pressing his hand to my sternum. "It didn't hurt? She's burning my hand."

Luke chuckles as he pulls free of my pussy.

"A little," he says, and I gasp. "Nah, sweet girl, none of that. It was worth it."

"Let me start the shower," Connor says, hopping up. "You likely won't want to leave the nest for a few days once the next wave hits."

Connor heads off toward the en suite bathroom.

Luke lies down, pulling me into his chest. "It was convenient having Connor around for those alpha pheromones," Luke muses, kissing my forehead. "I don't think I've ever come as hard as I did, realizing I could be knocking you up."

"Ohmigosh." I snort, slapping his chest playfully. "You're so bad."

"Yeah," he says, gripping my ass. "Doesn't make what I said any less true. I know I can't bite you, but I can be good to you." He shakes his head and his blond hair falls around his face. "I had dreams last night of holding a chubby toddler with her brown hair in pig-tails."

My heart hammers against my ribs. Luke tilts my chin up. The kiss is slow and gentle, and full of emotion.

Connor and Luke help me take a quick shower, but another wave of heat is already building. Connor shuffles me into the nest like a total bossy alpha.

"You need to get into the nest," he growls. "I'm sorry, we're fucking this all up. We didn't give you the proper amount of time to nest."

"No, stop," I say, jabbing a finger at his chest. "Stop pouting and help me so I can get in there."

I dig around in the rubber totes full of nesting supplies. I pull a soft blanket to my cheek and test it. I like it, but it smells like plastic—not my guys—so I shove it aside.

Tom scratches at his stupidly handsome jaw. He's watching us carefully, like he's unsure what to do to keep me from snapping at him next. He sends steady comfort through the bond, but somehow it overloads my system even further.

"You can stop frowning and help, too," I grumble. My hands fly to my face, and I shake my head. "I'm sorry. I'm being awful."