Page 55 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus (The Exchange)

Chapter Eight

Wolfe

"Aww, I'm sorry, doll. Did you mistakenly think you're in control?" I laugh. "I wouldn't dare do that right here, right now. In a club full of alphas? Nah, sweetheart. Never gonna happen. Do you know what they'd do to you if you sent a room full of alphas into rut?"

Ana shivers, but this time it isn't in pleasure. Her scent turns acrid for a few seconds. I immediately regret my callous comment. I love teasing the line of tormenting my partners, but I'm obviously out of practice.

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

I pull Anastasia closer. "Make no mistake about it. If Vik didn't kill anyone who touched you, I absolutely would."

Anastasia blinks up at me from under her lashes. Her nose scrunches as she studies my face. I'm just as baffled as she is. I've got no clue what I'm doing either.

All I know is that I crave the feeling of her body pressing into mine. The way her eyelashes flutter and her mouth parts as I get closer is addictive.

My eyes meet Vik's over her shoulder. He looks pissed, but nowhere close to the level of when the douchebag was touching her. I smile at him because I'm an equal opportunity sadist. The look of misery on his face only makes my cock harder.

"Are you ready to get out of here?"

Ana gives a nod. She moves like she's about to step back, but my hand on her lower back pulls her to me.

"Up you go," I say, biting my lip and wrapping my arm around her ass. She climbs right up my torso like a sweet omega. "Did you leave anything with Chad that you need?"

"No," Ana says, shaking her head. She buries her face in my throat, and I feel like a motherfucking king. "And I'm pretty sure his name is Chance."

I snort. I literally could not care less what that fucker's name is. He's fine as a co-worker, or he was until he zeroed in on Ana. Then he became public enemy number one.

I catch Viktor's gaze and nod toward the exit. He's already in motion, with Cas hot on his heels. Big surprise. I shake my head, getting my ass in gear. I stomp toward the exit while Anastasia climbs up my torso. Her warm tongue flicks over my throat, making my hand on her ass tighten.

"Do you like to be watched, dollface?" I ask, leaning forward in my chair.

She shrugs, trying to bury her face in Vik's throat as she faces him. Vik's huge hands spread her cheeks apart as she kneels over his lap. It pulls her pussy apart every time he flexes his hand on her ass.

A low growl escapes my chest. I'm about to fucking pounce. Her tight little hole clenches around nothing. My cock is rock-hard, pushing against my zipper as I stare at her slick pink slit.

"She's nice and red, isn't she?" Vik taunts.

Her ass is red and his finger marks are fully visible in multiple places. Goddamn, I've never been jealous of Vik before Anastasia, but I'd literally give anything to be in his place right now.

"God, yes," I growl. "Fuck me, you're actually dripping."

I couldn't force myself to look away if I tried. Which I'm not because I very much want to see this.

Anastasia whimpers, burying her face closer to Vik's shoulder.

"I'm so empty," she whispers.

"I'd be more than happy to help you with that," I tease, stretching back and nodding to the massive tent in my jeans. Anastasia's eyes bug.

I laugh.

"Touch her and I'll slit your throat while you sleep," Vik says, gently lifting her and facing her toward me. Her knees stretch toward the back of the couch and she's literally spread wide over Vik's lap. It gives me a perfect view of every inch of her slick little pussy.

"It might actually be worth it," I say, licking my lips.

Anastasia grins shyly. Who knew she could be so sweet?

"This is an exercise in trust," Vik murmurs, licking the column of her neck. "Do you trust me to keep you safe, Anastasia?"

I quirk an eyebrow. Really? That's the route he wants to take?

Whatever.

If she needs to see she can trust us to honor her boundaries, then I won't push too much.

Her chest heaves and she nods her agreement.

"Words, please," Vik says, sliding his hand down the front of her dress. He pops her right tit out and I groan obscenely. He's definitely torturing me.

"Yes, Daddy," she agrees.

My jaw falls. I did not see that coming, but the sound of that word on her lips actually doesn't turn me off.

Anastasia spreads her legs wider, showing me every inch of her slick pink cunt.

"Oh, fuck me," I say, stretching back and running my hand over my jeans. My dick jumps in response. It makes Ana shiver as she stares with rapt fascination. "That's hot as fuck coming from your lips, sweetness.”

I stare straight into her eyes as I say it.

"I drove separately," Cas says, breaking off from our group and pulling me out of the memory. "I'll meet you back at the lodge."

I give him a nod, taking the last few steps to my truck.

"Exactly how close to your heat are you?" I ask, trying to settle Ana in the passenger seat. "Because it seems like it's coming on quicker than you mentioned the other night."

"I don't know exactly," Ana whispers, blinking up at me. "Lydia said it could be anytime within the next couple weeks. Why do they have to come so often? That was a huge benefit of the suppressants."

Vik sighs heavily, climbing into the driver's seat. "They're awful for your health. That's why your system is so jacked up now. You don't need suppressants, you need alphas."

I shoot him a look that screams, What the fuck is your problem?

Ana wraps her arms around my neck and I pull her back out of the seat. I could have guessed that was going to happen.

Vik has no tact and even less chill. The fact that he cares about her makes him even less civilized.

I close the door and climb into the back seat. Ana cuddles close. My hands have a mind of their own as they tighten on her generous hips.

"Shit," she groans, burying her face in my shoulder. "Wolfe, you smell so good."

My right hand leaves her hip to brush the hair back from her face. Feeling her bare skin, it's easy enough to recognize.

"You're really hot," I murmur, running my fingers over her cheek. "I think there's a good chance your heat is coming sooner rather than later."

Vik catches my eyes in the rear-view mirror, and I see the truth of our situation.

He'll respect her limits and not touch her if that's what she chooses, but no one will keep him out of the nest during her heat.

There's no way he'll let that happen without him being there to supervise and protect her.

Viktor Nikolov will murder me and Cas and bury us in the woods before he lets that occur. I know, because I'd do the same thing if someone tried to keep me from Ana at this point.

I give him a nod of understanding as it finally dawns on me.

He's in love with her.

It fueled his need to destroy her father, but he pushed her away in the process.

"I'm not ready for another heat," Ana says as her perfume floods the truck. "No, no, no…" She grips my shoulders for dear life and my stomach pangs uncomfortably.

I've never seen an omega so opposed to having a heat. Her last heat was short and easy compared to normal—it's how Vik managed to satiate her on his own—but her perfume is thicker this time.

The scent is stronger and more potent now than it was when she was in full-blown heat last time.

"I ache," Ana whimpers, clutching at her middle.

"Fucking hell," I hiss. My eyes fly to Viktor's like he's going to tell me what to do in this situation. We haven't even started moving yet. It's only a five-minute drive, but then it's another five or ten minutes to get to one of our suites.

"I need you," Ana begs. She nods frantically. "Right now."

I slide my hand up her neck and yank hard on the hair at the base of her skull.

"You're not in charge," I snap, but my instincts are riding me hard. Find the problem, fix the problem, make my omega feel better. Except I don't know how to make this better.

"Make her come," Vik grunts, finally starting the truck. "It'll settle her enough that we can make it back to the lodge."

"You need to come?" I yank her head back at an uncomfortable angle, but Ana only moans louder for it.

"Please," she groans, wiggling over my thickening cock.

"Are you sure?" I ask, studying her face. "I don't want you to hate me for it."

"Ohmigod, Wolfe," Ana grumbles, trying to unhook my belt. "When did you become such a chick?"

My hand tightens in her hair as my other palm lands on her ass. I give her three swats at about a five on the scale.

Ana shivers in response, shoving her chest toward my face. "Please, Wolfe? I'm sorry, I'll be good. I promise."

Vik and I snort in unison. My hand leaves her hair. I tilt her chin up with my forefinger and thumb.

"Remember you asked for this," I murmur before shoving my tongue in her mouth.

My hands fall to the edge of her panties. I rip before moving to the other side.

"Well, that was kinda dramatic and still insanely hot," Ana whispers as I toss away the scrap of lace.

I bite my lip and yank down the front of her stretchy dress. Her heavy tits spill from the fabric. The low, vibrating growl that echoes around the truck is mildly concerning.

Anastasia wiggles, her hands fall to my belt, and I snarl.

"No!" It comes out as a bark.

Anastasia jolts, glaring up at me with a vicious frown.

"I hate being barked at," she snaps.

I grimace. Wrapping my hand in her hair, I pull her face close to mine and nuzzle my cheek to hers.

"Sorry, doll. Let me make it up to you."

My hand on her lower back guides her tit up to my mouth. I swirl my tongue around it as she groans. She yanks hard on my hair and I can't help myself, I grin around her tit. I've got a real obsession with Ana when she's feisty.