Page 34 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus (The Exchange)

Chapter Twenty-Five

Everly

"Let's do this," I say with a giggle.

"You're pure fucking trouble," Luke says, kissing my nose. "And it makes my dick hard."

I snort a laugh, shaking my head.

"Aren't you participating?" I ask Tom.

"I'm supervising," he rumbles in his deep, scratchy tone. "Get on with it. I don't like you outside for too long in this weather."

"Stick in the mud," I grumble, leaning over and grabbing one of the pre-made snowballs. I make sure to wiggle my bottom in Tom's direction, and he doesn't disappoint. He lays a hard smack on my ass, although the fabric lightens the blow significantly.

Archie pops up from behind the row of hedges near the back porch and chucks a snowball at Tom. It slams directly into the side of his head. Snow coats his long hair as he growls, flipping Archie off.

Connor is barely visible behind a large tree a few feet away. He laughs, shaking his head at Tom. Luke pings him in the back with a snowball. Connor spins around, tossing one at Luke.

Grabbing my snowball, I hold it behind my back. I meander around to Archie, who grins when he sees me.

"I know you're up to something, lass." He laughs.

"Never." I lie my ass off.

Archie pulls me into his arms for a tender kiss that has me grinding against him. My heat isn't completely over, but the nest feels stifling if I stay in it for too long.

Archie brushes his cheek against mine, and I'm so wrapped up in studying his handsome face that I miss him twisting the snowball out of my gloved hand. He steps back and tosses it at my chest.

"Dirty little fibber," Archie says with a laugh.

I shrug.

He's right.

I spin around just in time to catch Connor barreling toward me. He lifts me up, wrapping me around his strong form and falls to his knees in the deep snow.

"Wanna make a sexy snow angel with me?" he asks, kissing my cheek.

My chest heaves as he hovers over me. "Yes."

Connor's face morphs into pure molten sexual desire as he pins me to the ground in the snow. He kisses the hell out of me. "I have something special I think you might enjoy. Can we do it this evening?" He really is terrible about walking into the double entendre.

"I guess," I say, faking a sigh.

Connor flicks his tongue against mine. We share a filthy kiss that sends another wave of heat pulsing through my confused as hell system.

The guys all stand in a circle around me. We're in the living room. It's not late, but with it being winter it's completely dark outside. My chest heaves as I study their faces.

"You want to chase me?" I ask. My hands are clasped in front of me to hide how bad they're shaking.

"Yes," Tom growls.

"And when we catch you," Luke says. That sexy smirk of his crosses his face. "We get to have our wicked way with you."

"If," I volley with a confidence I don't feel.

"Feel free to fight us," Archie murmurs, adjusting his cock in his sweatpants. It's clear the idea arouses him.

"No using the bond to cheat," I grumble.

"If you can make it to the nest, you're safe," Tom says, pulling me into his chest.

"But where's the fun in that?" Connor asks, laughing.

"I'm totally adding this to my Christmas list," I whisper, leaning up to kiss Tom's cheek.

"Take off your socks," Tom says, nuzzling his cheek against mine. "I'm not risking you slipping on the wood floor."

"Good idea," I agree, stretching down and pulling them off.

Archie's whiskey scent wraps around me as he grabs my shoulder, spinning me to face him. He palms my head and shoves his tongue into my mouth. His other hand cups my breast and flicks his fingers over my nipple. The fabric of my pajama dress sliding over my tits makes my pussy ache.

I pull back with a gasp, shoving at Archie's chest. "You cheater. Now you'll be able to smell me a mile away."

"Your perfume is so thick, we couldn't miss it if we tried," Luke says with a laugh. He shoulder-checks Archie out of the way and pulls me flush with his front. He grinds his hard cock against my belly as he kisses me senseless. His fingers tease my pussy over the dress, and I whimper.

The bond between Luke and I is fragile—it's not as strong as my link to the others—but I fully intend to bite him again and see if it helps. If not, Archie said he'd be willing to bite Luke to give us a stronger link. Which is sweet, but I hope it won't be necessary.

"I'm gonna fuck your tight little body until you scream," Luke whispers against the shell of my ear. "We're gonna take turns with you. Pass you around, make you our dirty little fuck toy, use you until you pass out from all the pleasure."

My body shivers, but I give him a playful shove. "Promises, promises."

Connor pulls me to him. "You're brave for an omega with four men about to chase you down, mount you, and fuck you like the naughty little cock-tease you are.

" He yanks my head back with one hand and pulls my mouth to his.

The kiss is primal and consuming in a way I wouldn't expect from him.

His other hand teases under my pajama dress.

He brushes his fingers over my pussy. He snarls, yanking my head back and staring into my eyes.

"You say 'red' and all of it stops. Other than that you can beg, moan, plead, and demand, but we'll keep going. "

"I understand," I whisper.

They already explained all of this once.

"Let's do this," Luke says, biting his lip.

"Run, love," Archie instructs.

My knees clench together as Connor pulls my mouth to his for one final teasing kiss. He releases me and steps back, his chest heaving.

"You get a ninety-second head-start," Tom reminds me. "Use it well."

I give a shaky nod and take off. I take the corner leading to the kitchen and circle the island in hopes it may throw them off.

I open the French door a few inches and aim for the back stairs.

I hit the second-floor landing and bolt down the hallway.

I have no idea how long it's been, but my perfume is sure to lead them right to me. My pussy is achy.

I briefly consider sitting down and letting them find me. I'm super excited to let them all have their way with me at once.

The thought makes me even wetter. My vagina officially has zero survival instincts. I hit the open door to one of the guest bedrooms and run inside. I'm in the connecting bathroom, trying to slip into the next room, when someone catches me with a hand in my hair.

"Caught you, lovely," Archie growls, thrusting his cock against my ass. He pulls my head back even further, nipping at my neck. "Run along, now."

My heart thumps wildly. He kisses my cheek and releases me. I make it through the bedroom on the other side of the bathroom.

My head swivels as I run down the hallway, trying to make a plan, but my brain is foggy.

This house is huge, but there are only so many places to hide.

This entire floor is open to the lower level living room.

The upstairs has a wooden railing that frames the hallway and gives it an open and airy design.

I peek over the railing and bolt for the back stairs.

Luke tackles me on the soft carpet. He rolls us so I land on his chest and he grins.

"Argh," I grumble, shoving his hands off. He laughs, shaking his head. He pecks a kiss on my lips.

"Gotcha, baby girl." Luke laughs.

"You suck," I say, struggling against his strong hold.

"Nah, I'm gonna have you sucking me before the night's out, though. Better run, baby, 'cause when I catch you next I'm gonna fuck that tiny little throat of yours and teach you some manners."

I freaking shiver in response. My impulses apparently have no survival instincts either. They're screaming to let him have his way with me, right now.

I ignore those urges and fight against Luke's tight hold.

I know he could keep me in place if he wanted to, but he lets me escape. I shimmy down his body and crawl away. Once I get some distance, I shove up off the ground and bolt.

I run past the nest and briefly consider going inside. But Connor was right. That's no fun.

Adrenaline pounds through my system, heightening my senses and my arousal.

Being an omega is so weird sometimes.

I aim for the stairway, heading down. I hit the bottom floor landing and squeal when I see Connor coming out of the hallway to the kitchen.

My brain stops functioning, and I run back up the stairs.

I'm turning the corner to bolt down the hallway when Connor reaches over the railing and fists a huge handful of my hair. I whimper as my neck arches.

He yanks me back as he makes it around the railing, trapping me against his chest with his forearm. He lifts me into the air. I kick and scream. His hand lands over my mouth as my nails rake over his forearm. Crap, I didn't actually want to hurt him.

"Fight me, little omega," he growls. "It's only making me harder." His hand cups my breast and he squeezes hard. The zip of pain turns instantly to a zing of pleasure.

My impulses are humming. My head slams back against his chest and Connor's hold loosens enough that I go limp.

I'm sure he could stop me if he wanted to, but he allows me to slide out of his hold. I fall to my knees and scramble up. I grin over my shoulder as I bolt for the nest.

My hand grips the handle, and I yank it open, but a low growl rattles behind me.

It's Tom.

I catch his scent as his huge forearm wraps around my stomach. He hauls me back into his chest. My legs hang in the air as I thrash.

"Yup, we're doing this once a month," Tom rumbles. "You got anything you want to say?"

I'm pretty sure he's asking me if I want to safe word. Which I absolutely do not.

"Fuck," Luke grumbles, appearing at our side. "Damn, guess you get to fuck our omega first."

"No," Tom says as I nod my agreement. He stomps us into the nest and tosses me down on the circular cushion.

I bounce and immediately flip over, preparing to crawl away.