Page 43 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus (The Exchange)

Murphy

Three Months Later

Evie's curled up on the couch, nursing Peyton, and I can't look away. I'm torn. I love watching her feed our child, but I also end up feeling like a total asshole.

Who gets a hard-on from watching their wife nurse?

Yeah, this guy.

"I literally don't understand how you do it," I tell Luke, shaking my head. He always stays by her side when she breastfeeds. I try, then end up feeling like a total fucker when I have to sneak away and jerk off.

There is something fundamentally wrong with my wiring.

My brain is a dick.

"All you bastards disappear lately any time she pops a tit out.

" Luke laughs, running his finger over Peyton's cheek as she nibbles.

"Someone has to stay close. Evie's always thirsty.

She drinks the super chug cup you got her like it's nothing.

I'm the good husband. Always available for refills or snacks. "

"You are a good husband," Evie agrees, patting his thigh.

"Oh, fuck you," I growl. "Him not you. I love you, little one."

Evie laughs. "I know."

I got her the biggest big gulp cup I could find. It even has a bendy straw. I was trying to be supportive, but from a small distance.

I'm an asshole. I suck at sticking around while she's nursing. It wasn't bad at first, but since she got the all-clear from her doctor? I'm worse than a horny teenager. My dick has no chill.

Fine, I'm an okay-ish husband. But Luke's on thin ice. I may have to kill him yet if he keeps one-upping me. I growl at my asshole packmate.

"Shh," Evie hisses, plucking Peyton off her breast. Pey's tiny mouth is open, and she's conked out. She's milk drunk. There's even a little puddle of it in the corner of her mouth. She's absolutely precious.

Luke scoops the baby out of Evie's arms and heads off. When he's almost out the door he turns back around and nods at Evie. He gives me a thumbs up, and I roll my eyes.

All three of my packmates have dipped back in with our omega.

But… she had about a million stitches after giving birth. I can wait a little longer.

Evie grins mischievously, and I shake my head no. This is a terrible idea.

"No," I say, tossing up my palms like that might stop her.

"Hey, handsome," she says, shooting me an inviting look. "You haven't even gotten a chance to play with my boobs since I got the breastfeeding upgrade."

I swallow thickly as she pulls her pajama dress off over her head. Her tits are huge and full, and so goddamn perfect that I groan.

She stretches her hand back, unhooking her bra. "And I just got done nursing so we don't have to worry about any leakage."

I quirk an eyebrow as my cock throbs painfully. I'm absolutely going to suck on her tits. The thought of her leaking turns me the fuck on.

Maybe it's weird, I don't know. All I know is that it's true. I'm okay with the fact I'm a weirdo.

Everything about my wife turns me on.

Evie drops to her knees in front of me. I slide a hand down, palming her firm tit, and my cock leaks.

Evie opens my belt and makes quick work of the button and zipper.

My cock is desperately trying to escape the hole in my boxer briefs.

I push up, letting Evie slide my jeans down, and growl when her tongue licks over my balls.

"Have I told you lately how much I love you?" I hiss as her tongue wraps around the crown. "Because I really fucking do."

Her warm breath fans over my shaft as she works me over with her hand, taking as much as she can into her mouth. The view is obscene. Those tear-drop-shaped tits of hers bounce as she really gets into it, and I growl.

"Yeah if you keep that up I'm about to come down your throat," I warn.

Evie laughs. She pops off my cock and stands, shimmying out of her panties.

"Actually, now that I think about it, that's a good idea. I don't want to fucking hurt you. But you can't swallow, because that's just weird…"

Evie snorts a laugh. "You won't hurt me," she says, pulling my jeans and boxers the rest of the way off. "That's why I'm going to be in charge."

She climbs into my lap. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she kisses me.

Her naughty little tongue flicks against mine, and I groan as my nostrils flare, catching the scent of her arousal.

She pulls back, shoving her chest at me, and I palm both her tits.

Shit, they're heavy. She's going to need more massages.

"Go slow," I tell her as she lines her slick little cunt up with the head of my cock. "I'm serious, so much as a twinge of pain, and we put a stop to this."

"I love you, Tom," she says, dropping down.

Her warm, wet walls stretch around my cock. I freeze, studying her face. My hands grip her hips, tenderly lifting her.

"No pain?" I ask, a hint of hope in my voice.

"Nope," she says, shoving her tits toward my mouth. "I let Archie and Luke take turns just to be sure."

I snort a laugh. Our little omega has definitely gotten more brazen now that she's comfortable with us. My tongue flicks out, teasing over her nipple.

Evie wiggles her way back down my thick shaft, and I'm really grateful I have something else to focus on or I'd probably have embarrassed myself by now.

Fuck, her tits are perfection.

I kind of want to try the good stuff straight from the source. All four of us have tried Everly's breast-milk. The first time she pumped we all agreed we were gonna need to see what it was about. It's our child's sole source of nutrition, of course we were going to need to test it.

However, the first few weeks Evie hoarded it like liquid gold. Once her real milk came in she compared herself to a dairy cow, and her stance quickly changed to have at it.

So we did, but I think I have a new kink. I don't know, but seeing her drip milk? Yeah, it's been the focus of more than one of my fantasies lately.

Evie whimpers as I continue sucking and tugging on her nipple gently as my other hand falls to her clit. She moans and begs, shivering over my cock. Her cunt ripples over my shaft, and I try to squeeze my ass, like that might work.

It's been way too long to hold back. I fill her, snarling like a lunatic as she trembles around me. I laugh as she tries to swipe my face away from her breast.

"That's so weird, and totally uncalled for," she grumbles. "They have no sense of when they're not needed."

I grin around her tit and continue my soft flicks. "Fucking hell, little one," I say, shaking my head. "I never knew life could get this good."

A Month Later

"Hey, cutie pie," I say, grinning at Peyton as she tries to hold her head up. She follows the sound of my voice, tilting her head to try to find me.

Connor pulls her down off his shoulder. "She burped, but I was just making sure she got it all out."

"Shall we change your nappy?" Archie asks, plucking her out of Connor's arms.

"Dick," Connor grumbles.

Luke pops out of the closet with a dress and socks. He tosses them onto the end of the changing table as Archie lays Peyton down. It's not even light outside, but our little monster is convinced it's time to be awake.

None of us are complaining. Evie still breastfeeds, but she pumps enough that one of us can feed Peyton at the three or four a.m. feeding and again for the breakfast bottle.

It's become a cutthroat game of who gets to the baby first, and Evie gets to catch up on some much-needed rest.

Archie pulls off Peyton's jammies and her diaper. He leans over, blowing a raspberry on her belly, and Luke cringes.

"For the love of God, don't you listen? Put the diaper on and then have at it. I told you about the other day," Luke says, looking horrified.

Archie snorts. He's just leaning over to grab a diaper, when I catch sight of the stream of pee.

"Damn, that's some impressive PSI," Luke says, laughing as Archie frowns at his pee-soaked arm. "At least it didn't hit your face."

We all cringe. It's baby pee, so it's not as bad as it could've been. But yeah, it's still gross.

"I'm telling you the second the air hits her butt you better have the new diaper ready to cover the flow.

It's a new thing," Luke says, laughing. He grabs her stuff and picks up Peyton, carrying her over to her crib.

He wipes her off and gets her into her diaper and carefully puts on her pretty purple dress.

"Good aim, kiddo," Luke says, high-fiving her tiny fist. "Two more to go and you'll have a full set.”

Archie grumbles his way through stripping the sheet off the changing table and yanks off his shirt.

Evie comes in, her hair a messy tangle of curls, and laughs when she spots Archie.

"Aww, she got you, too?" she asks, trying to stifle a laugh.

"Yes, she's turning into quite the heathen," Archie grumbles. He shakes his head, laughing. "That's one for the memory book."

"No," Evie laughs. "She'd never forgive you. Come on. I'll shower with you since you took one for the team."

"Oh, fuck yes," Archie says, laughing. He tosses up a middle finger when Evie isn't looking and follows our wife out to have early-morning shower sex.

"You know," Luke says, putting Peyton's sock on. "I think I changed my mind. Feel free to get me again tomorrow, kiddo."

Connor snorts. "You're ridiculous."

"I'm doing everything I can to work on making you a little brother or sister." Luke tickles her tummy and brings her over to me. "I'm gonna go see if I can't slide in on that shower."

I laugh, scooping her up. She's getting bigger and feels sturdier than she used to, but she's still so damn small. Her tiny arms flail, and she catches her fist, pulling it to her mouth.

"You know, if pregnancy wasn't so hard on Everly…" Connor laughs, rocking back in his chair. "I'd definitely be down for a few more."

Peyton squeals, gnawing on her little fist, and my heart throbs.

"Me too," I agree, grinning at our daughter.

She's got chubby little rolls on her thighs and dark brown hair like her momma. She's still got the deep blue eyes she was born with, but who knows if they'll change one day. Mostly, she's the spitting image of Evie. "I don't like the thought of her being an only child."

I'm absolutely in love with being a parent. That might change once she can talk back, but I doubt it. This little lady owns me just as much as her mother does.

"I guess we'll see," Connor says, pushing himself out of his chair. "I'm going to start breakfast."

I pull Peyton to my shoulder and nuzzle her cheek against me. She gets a good handful of my beard, and I laugh.

Yeah, I'm definitely down for another kid… or five.

A Year Later

"Have you noticed our wife has been super sketchy the last few weeks?" Luke asks, stretching back on the couch.

"Indeed," Archie says, chuckling.

"She went shopping with Anastasia. Don't act like she's out doing something nefarious,” Connor says, snorting a laugh.

"My favorite t-shirt is missing," I say, scratching my jaw. "And Peyton basically weaned herself in the last couple months." Much to Everly's dismay. She wasn't quite ready for Peyton to grow up and leave that behind.

Luke's jaw drops. "No fucking way…"

Connor shrugs. "It's a slim possibility. She hasn't had a real heat since she gave birth."

"Dr. Cameron said that's normal when the omega is still nursing," Archie says, frowning at the front door.

"Peyton weaned herself, and no heat," Luke says, grinning like a lunatic.

"Evie was very particular that she didn't need one of us to come shopping," Connor adds.

"Holy fucking shit," Archie laughs. "I seriously hope you three haven't gotten my hopes up for nothing."

Lights shine through the entryway windows, and we all share a look.

"Act natural," Luke says, raking a hand through his hair.

I snort this time.

The front door opens, and Viktor gives us a nod as Evie comes inside. She's not loaded down with bags, but she has a few. I hop up, coming to help.

"Oh no," Evie stammers, backing away from me. "I've got this. Let me go set these down. I'll be right back."

She bolts for the stairs.

She's trying so hard to hold back her nerves, but they radiate through the bond. She makes it into the upstairs bedroom, and the four of us share a look as the door closes.

Our wife is definitely acting shady as hell.

"She's still just as terrible at subterfuge." Luke laughs.

"It's quite adorable," Connor concedes.

"That it is," I agree.

"What exactly are we waiting for?" Archie asks.

We push and shove our way up the stairs and make it into the main bedroom. The bags lay tossed on the bed, but Evie is nowhere to be seen. The bathroom light is on.

"She locked us out," Archie gasps, trying the handle. "That little omega is getting a trip over my knee for a change."

The door pops open, and Evie jolts. "What are you doing up here?"

"What's that in your hand?" Connor asks.

Evie shrugs, keeping her hand behind her back.

"Oh, darlin', you're just itching for my palm on your backside," Luke says, shaking his head.

I grin. They're obviously not focusing on the bond. Our little omega is about to burst with excitement.

Evie steps out, handing each of us a small box. The straight kind necklaces sometimes come in. The others all bust theirs open, but I pull my wife to my chest.

"Again?" I ask, smiling like a damn fool.

Evie bites her lip.

"Apparently so," she whispers.

The guys whoop and congratulate each other as I pull her mouth to mine.

"I love you so goddamn much," I tell her.

"I love you, too," she murmurs.

"Seriously, we weren't even trying." Luke laughs.

Evie shrugs. "Normally, nursing helps prevent ovulation. Add in the fact I'm an omega, and it was really freaking unlikely."

"We seriously have super sperm," Luke says, shaking his head.

"We really do," Connor agrees, slapping Luke on the back.

"Ready to do this all over again, lass?" Archie asks, pulling her to his chest.

"Most definitely," she agrees.

And we do.

Rinse, repeat, and start all over again.

Five became six with Peyton.

Six becomes seven with Sadie.

Seven becomes eight with Lyra.

Eight becomes nine with Aubrey.

We all decide our pack is finally complete.

And despite my fears about raising a house full of daughters… I wouldn't have it any other way.

But I really should've invested in that large animal sanctuary when I had the chance.

Or an entire horde of wild bears.