Page 53 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus (The Exchange)

Chapter Seven

Anastasia

Chance laughs at something one of his friends says. He's very good at feeling me up while simultaneously acting like I don't exist. It's actually kind of impressive how he manages to not care that I'm alive while still groping me.

Wolfe catches my attention and winks. My stomach does a bizarre little flip. I look away and try to focus on the conversation the ski-instructors are having, but they're basically acting like I'm not even here.

Exactly like my father's men.

"Hey Chad," Wolfe says. He swaggers closer with his indefinable energy that screams I've got a big dick and I know how to use it.

Normally I hate that in a man, but for whatever reason, Wolfe pulls it off.

And I don't hate it.

Not even a little bit.

"Chance," my date corrects.

"Of course," Wolfe says, chuckling. Looking at me, he says, "You're looking a little bored. Wanna dance with me, dollface?"

Chance grips my ass even tighter, trying to pull me close to his chest. But, um, fuck him.

He's ignored me all night in favor of chatting with his friends. We danced a couple of times and nothing in his skills on the dance-floor pointed to the fact I'd be missing out on anything in the bedroom.

My eyes find Wolfe's. He bites his thick lower lip, raising his eyebrows.

I give him a shaky nod. He gives me a killer smile.

"Come on," Wolfe says, offering me a hand. His warm skin envelops mine as he pulls me away from the table toward the dance-floor.

Chance grumbles under his breath, but he doesn't try to stop us.

Wolfe pulls me flush with his front as a low, bumping song plays in the background.

"I know you're trying to torture Vik," he says, grinding his body against mine. "But fuck, it looked like you were punishing yourself. Don't tell me that's the kind of guy you normally go for?"

My pussy rests against Wolfe's thigh as we dance. His muscles are unreal. His blue eyes search my face, and I shrug. His hand tightens on my ass.

"I'm tempted to spank your ass right here, right now. When I ask a question I expect an answer," he growls close to my ear.

"It's not like I had a ton of options," I snap back. "My father controlled everything. When I managed to get out, I looked for guys I knew would seal the deal in a single night."

"Christ," Wolfe says, running his hand over the back of my head. "I'm not sure you can handle me, sweetness.”

My nose scrunches as I stare up into Wolfe's blue eyes.

Tattoos peek out the top of his neckline as he slides his body against mine. His broad shoulders seem to be stretching that Henley to capacity.

Maybe I shouldn't have had that third drink? Not that I finished it, but I'm obviously skirting the line of tipsy because nothing seems to be making sense at the moment.

Wolfe smirks at someone over my shoulder. I'm tempted to look, but honestly I don't think I want to know if it's Chance or Vik.

Wolfe spins me around. His huge hands land on my hips as he guides me to grind against his pelvis.

"Everyone thinks Vik is the beast, the one to watch out for. As I'm sure you've realized, he's really more of a highly protective guard dog than a wolf." Warm breath fans over my neck as he scrapes his teeth over my shoulder.

"How very punny of you," I say, snorting.

Wolfe bites my throat and pinches my nipple hard all at the exact same time. It's not enough to break the skin but it does send a shiver through my entire body, especially as my tit aches with a painful throb that instantly transforms into tantalizing pleasure.

"Yes, Vik will attack if something threatens someone he cares about, but I can assure you I'm the one to watch out for." His callused hand slides up my inner thigh.

My eyes fly up to the balcony. Vik leans over the railing. He's watching me and Wolfe intently. Rafe stands at his side. His dark curls are messy like he's been running his hands through them.

"I'm actually relieved we didn't fuck during your last heat," Wolfe murmurs against my ear. "My predilections likely would have scared you away. That would've been a goddamn shame."

My head tilts, looking up at him. He's staring straight at Vik. He grips my hair and turns my head back to the balcony.

"Let's make him really see red," Wolfe says, chuckling.

He releases my hair, but bumps my chin back toward Vik so I can't look away.

"You down for that, doll?" His massive hand engulfs my tit as his other hand caresses my inner thigh.

His woodsy scent fills the air and my pussy clenches in response. "Fuck yes, you are. Aren't you, Ana?"

I nod my agreement as his fingertips brush my aching core.

"I'm gonna need to hear the words," Wolfe muses, licking the shell of my ear.

"Yes," I groan as his teeth scrape over my throat. His cock is so hard it bumps my ass with each grind of my hips. My nipples ache with the same pulse that hits my clit.

"Fuck," Wolfe growls. He spins me until I'm facing him. "That cherry scent of yours only gets sweeter the more turned on you get. It's making my teeth ache with the urge to claim you. It's a little surreal that Vik managed to keep from sinking his teeth into you."

"I really wish you'd shut up about Vik and focus on making me come," I groan. My head falls to Wolfe's strong chest.

"Aww, I'm sorry, doll. Did you mistakenly think you're in control?

" He chuckles darkly and a shiver slides down my spine.

"I wouldn't dare do that right here, right now.

In a club full of alphas? Nah, sweetness.

Never gonna happen. Do you know what they'd do to you if you sent a room full of alphas into rut? "

I shiver. I don't like the image that thought creates.

"Shh, that wasn't a threat," Wolfe says softly. "I think we both know there are only two men I'd happily watch you with."

"Why did you bring me out here?"

Vik sits down on the couch, pulling me down until I kneel over him.

"The nest is meant to be your safe place," Vik says, running his fingers over my cheek. "I know it isn't technically yours yet, but I don't want to taint your feelings toward it. Or me for that matter."

My heart races as my eyes meet his cornflower-blue orbs. He looks so damn sincere it takes my breath away.

"Have you been spanked as an adult?"

I shake my head and say, "Not more than a few swats during rough sex."

Vik growls. My pussy clenches around nothing as I shiver against his chest. "Rule number one, princess. No talking about other men, especially if they've been inside you. Unless you want me to track them down one by one and wipe them off the face of the planet."

I snort. "Yeah, because you're a virgin, right, Vik?"

"You're about to be punished," Vik says, the edges of his mouth tipping up. "Are you sure you want to taunt me right now, princess?"

"S-Sorry," I whisper, looking at my hands which rest between us.

Vik's palm slides up my throat. His thumb caresses my chin as he tilts my face up to his.

"Normally I'd say something to the tune of 'you will be'," Vik says, squeezing lightly. "Since we're still building trust, I'm not going to push your boundaries too hard. What do you say if you need to slow down?"

"Yellow."

"And if you need me to stop?"

"Red," I say in a shaky tone I'm kind of embarrassed by.

"You're the one in control," he reminds me.

If that's true, then what the hell am I doing?

"I think I changed my mind. I'll apologize to the omega myself." I nod. "Sorry to have wasted your time."

"Nice try," Vik says, chuckling. His strong hands meet my hips. The muscles of his forearms flex as he lifts me, flipping me until I'm lying over his lap.

"I told you," I hiss, trying to push myself up. "I changed my mind."

"I'll bet you did," Vik murmurs, shoving me back down with his forearm over my lower back. "To be honest, I'd be disappointed if you didn't at least try it."

"Stop," I snap, my knees digging into his thigh as I try to push myself up. My feet slam against the end of the couch as Vik's huge hand runs over my thigh.

"That's not going to happen, sweet girl.

Not unless you utter the word that stops everything.

Go ahead and scream, fight if you need to, get it out," Vik murmurs close to my ear.

The heat of his breath on my neck makes goosebumps break out all over my body.

"I think this'll be cathartic for both of us.

I'd like it very much if you call me Daddy while you beg. "

"Keep fucking dreaming," I hiss.

How the hell is he so strong? I'm out of breath and fighting with everything I've got in me and he's barely putting any effort into holding me down. His forearm stays across my lower back, but his free hand runs over the back of my head.

"If you try to cover your bottom it's going to hurt like hell," Vik says, running his hand up my arm. I fling it off and he laughs. "Truly, I would've been extremely disappointed if you weren't a brat for your first spanking. We're doing this bare-bottom. Any objections, princess?"

My knee finally connects with his hip.

Success! I push and shove, but make no progress. Or not so successful.

I'm not sure how he does it, but Vik pins both my hands in one of his on the arm of the couch and manages to lock my thighs in place with the other forearm.

"You're allowed to fight, up until the point I'm afraid you might hurt yourself. Remember, the only one allowed to hurt you is me." The dark promise in his words makes my clit ache. It's kinda deranged how hot that thought makes me. My pussy grinds against his thigh.

He chuckles in response.

"Only good girls get to come during their spankings. And you, Anastasia, have been a very naughty girl."

I whimper. The scent of my perfume floods the room despite its large size.

"Please?" I beg. "I'll be good."