Page 32 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus (The Exchange)

"You're in heat," Tom says, shrugging. "Comes with the territory. Tons of dirty fucking and a moody omega on occasion. Trust me little one, none of us are complaining. All you have to do is tell me how to help, and I'm glad to do it."

I didn't know until I came into the nest, but the guys brought a ton of stuff from the lodge to the house last night. I shouldn't have looked inside the bins. I should've crawled into the nest on the left side of the room, the one with the walls, and dealt with it however it was.

But my impulses are a mess. I've never had a real heat, and I wasn't prepared for the overwhelming urge to fix the space how I wanted it.

"Someone rub all over that." I nod to the baby blue blanket I originally discarded.

Tom grabs it and shoves it under his t-shirt. Connor snorts a laugh, but Tom shrugs. He pulls the blanket out and swipes it over his neck a few times before flipping it over and doing the other side. He lays it close to the bin and grins like he hopes that helped.

"I don't know what I need," I whisper. "I'm sorry. I feel like a lunatic right now, but it's not right for me to take it out on you guys."

"I'm gonna go make breakfast," Tom says, tossing a thumb toward the door and backing away like he's trying to escape my craziness. I test the bond and realize he's more amused than horrified by my behavior.

"Thank you," I call out as the door closes.

Connor comes up, wrapping an arm around my back and pulling me to him. "I believe what you need is to curl up in the nest and be pampered by your alpha."

My breath shudders out as I give a shaky nod.

Connor guides me over to the steps and up into the nest. The raised platform is sturdy and well-built.

I guess it would have to be, considering it's meant to hold a bunch of alphas in rut.

The mattress is thick and cushioned as I knee-walk across it.

The three sides with walls are framed with giant cushions.

Connor climbs inside and turns on a dimmer switch I missed. He pulls the curtain, and it's amazing. My system instantly settles. The head area of the bed has king-sized pillows in a line in front of the cushions.

"Test them out," Connor says, nodding to the pillows. "I think you'll find your pack prepped it for you."

Grabbing one of the pillows I bury my face in it, inhaling deeply. He's right. It smells exactly like Archie. My thighs clench as I try to settle my shaky system. I'm hot, but I want to burrow into the soft blankets and hide.

Then again, I want Connor to plaster his body to mine and settle this wave of heat, too. It's extremely overwhelming not being able to figure out what I need. I know I’m totally overreacting, but I don’t know how to fix it.

"All right," Connor says, taking the pillow from my hands and tossing it back down. "Let's get this off you, and then I'm going to take charge for a bit. You're setting off my impulses. Let me give you what you need, little omega."

I whine as he lifts my long-sleeve pajama dress off over my head. He tosses it back toward the curtain and runs his hands over my arms. He kicks out of his sweatpants, and then he's nude, too.

"Get comfy," he instructs, nodding to the pillows. "I'm going to help you relax." He moves to the left wall and opens a sliding panel at the top. He pulls down a small bottle of something. "Omega."

I stop staring and lie down on my stomach, burying my face in the pillow that smells like Archie. It slams my glasses into my nose and I groan.

"Aww, sweetheart, you really are an adorable mess."

I pull off my glasses. "Can you put these somewhere safe?"

"Of course," he agrees.

Callused hands run over my back and shoulders and I groan. Despite the fact my entire body aches, Connor's touch is a welcome thing. My skin feels itchy and too tight. It makes no sense, but it doesn't make it any less true.

"You're so hot," he says. "But you're not begging for a knot.

" He picks up the bottle he grabbed out of the cabinet and pops the lid.

He squeezes some out and begins to gently caress my skin.

"I talked to my dads this morning. They said we'd know when you needed to be knotted. That you'd beg and make it very clear."

"What?" I squeak. "You talked to your dads about me?" About sex with me is what I want to say.

"I did," Connor agrees easily. "Not for the first time. I wanted to be sure I knew what to expect. It's been a lot of years since I took the classes, and although I run The Exchange Eileen is the one who has most of the real interaction with omegas."

His hands are magical. He uses the exact right amount of pressure to work the knots in my shoulders.

"That's very sweet," I acknowledge. "Thank you."

"None of us have ever been with an omega," Connor says, working his hands down my back. He moves to kneel over my legs, and his hard cock bumps my bottom. "Ignore that."

I laugh, but it's very difficult to ignore. It's thick and heavy against my ass. My clit throbs in response to his pheromones. They're flooding the small alcove nest.

"We're here for you. To care for you. But since this is all of our first time riding out a heat, I'm afraid it will be a bit of a learning curve. My dads warned me it'll likely be worse because you're coming off suppressants."

My jaw falls open, but then I realize it was clearly listed in my file.

"The first heat they rode out with my step-mom, she was coming off suppressants.

I reached out to see if they had any tips for caring for you," he says, sliding his hands down over the top of my ass.

"They're very excited to meet you. Although, I made it clear they aren't to visit until after the first of the year. "

He scoots back, running his hand over my ass and down my thighs. The oil teases my skin as he works my thigh in his huge hands. My breathing quickens. His fingertips brush my pussy, and I spread my legs wider. My hips pop up off the mattress a bit to give him easier access.

"You are slick," Connor muses, brushing his knuckles over my swollen sex.

A powerful wave of need smacks me straight in the gut.

I'm desperate for friction. Connor switches to the other thigh, teasing me and relaxing me all at once.

Now that I'm calmer it's easy to see my tantrum earlier was because my system was overloaded.

Connor continues his massage, stretching on top of me to run his hands from my shoulders down my spine. I've never been so well cared for as I have since coming to the lodge.

Connor's cock is sticky as it bumps my bottom, and I arch up a bit. The head slaps the lips of my sex, and I bite my lip to keep from begging. It feels so thick against me. Memories of last night play through my mind. The stretch when he slid inside me was incredible, and I need that again.

Connor continues his gentle caressing of my skin. He reaches my ass and pulls me apart. My core aches painfully as I realize just how empty I am.

"I need you," I beg.

Connor chuckles. "Yeah, little omega, I need you, too."

I move to push up on my hands, but Connor blocks me. His forearm lands on my back, holding me down.

"No," he barks. "Ease your hips up a bit.

Yes, like that. Good girl." He rubs a bit of the oil on his cock and slides against my lower lips.

He spreads me open and slips inside. It's so much different than anything I'm used to.

I've never tried this position, but it makes him feel huge.

My entire body lies flat on the bed with my legs between his as he kneels over me.

He pulls my hips up several inches to accommodate the height difference and starts to fuck into me.

"Sweet fucking hell," he growls. My nipples brush the mattress with each stroke.

My tits ache with the same pulse that hits my clit.

His knot brushes my pussy lips, but with the position it won't slip inside.

"You're burning up around my cock. Luke's right. It makes me want to pound into your pussy like a goddamn beast.”

I nod mindlessly as he plows into me. His pelvis hits my ass as his balls slap into me. My pussy gets wetter with each powerful stroke until I'm completely lost to the fog.

"Bite me," I beg, gently pounding my fists against Connor's strong chest. I'm riding him. Luke kneels behind me, carefully teasing his way into my bottom.

"Yeah," Luke groans. "Your ass is strangling my cock."

"How do you think I feel?" Connor growls. "Your balls keep slapping my knot, and the feeling is quite unsettling."

Luke laughs. "Glad I could help, boss."

"Fine," I grumble. "If you won't bite me, I'll just…" My teeth strike, biting into Connor's shoulder.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Connor groans. He looks a little unhinged as he slams up into me. His knot slips inside my pussy, and all three of us let out agonized groans of pleasure.

"That's fucking unreal," Luke hisses. "I'm afraid to move, are you okay?"

"I'm so good," I assure him. He begins to slowly thrust, and it's like my world tilts. I don't know which way is up, and all I can focus on is the indescribable pleasure.

My begging moans go from soft and pleading to so loud they're embarrassing. Luke controls the pace, which I'm grateful for because the fog is too thick for me to focus on any real coordinated effort.

Connor growls, using his hands on my hips to help Luke. The result makes me absolutely crazy with need.

"Fuck, yes," Connor hisses. "I do love when you beg."

Luke kisses down the column of my neck then freezes. His cock throbs, jumping inside my ass, and I whine.

Connor looks slightly more unhinged as he grips my wrist, pulling it to his mouth.

"Do it," I beg. His teeth sink into my soft flesh as his knot swells to almost painful proportions, and he fills my pussy.

Luke curses. "Fucking hell. Seriously, I never thought I'd be so well-acquainted with another guy's junk."

I snort a laugh as Connor slides into my system and the bond settles into place. It's unreal how clearly I can feel his emotions. He's smug, and extremely satisfied as he licks over his bite. He smirks at Luke over my shoulder.

I'm torn.

On one hand, I'm at peace. The bond fills an empty hole in my chest, but I ache thinking about Luke being unable to experience the deep connection.

Connor runs a finger over my cheek, doing his best to comfort me, but it still hurts knowing Luke won't be able to feel the intimate link between our souls, and I really hate that.