Page 66 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus (The Exchange)

Chapter Fourteen

Wolfe

My day is a shit show. I'm so anxious to get back to Anastasia that it's highly likely my tour group will end up complaining.

Cas calls as I'm making it back to the lodge. I pack my shit quickly, listening to everything he's got to say. My jaw gets tighter with every piece of information he spills. I'm annoyed as hell when we finally disconnect.

I make several trips to my truck. I'm headed out of the building for the final time when Murphy catches my attention.

"We had the kitchen make up a few pans of easy to warm up food," Murphy says, nodding to the rolling cart. It has shipping boxes stacked on the bottom. "They're yours. I'll help you out."

We make quick work of getting everything into my truck.

"You really think that asshole will come looking for Ana?" he asks, scratching at his jaw.

"I have no idea," I tell him honestly. It's not like they briefed me fully on the situation. I have a few choice words for both my packmates. Even now I'm pretty sure I don't have all the information.

"I know you're stacked with weapons and ammo. Be aware," Murphy says, clapping me on the shoulder. "We'll keep eyes on the road cameras and reach out if we catch anything."

"Thank you," I say, palming my keys. I'm anxious as fuck to get to Ana.

"Yeah, I know that look," Murphy says, laughing and shaking his head.

The man never smiled before Evie. It's weird as hell to see him look anything except pissed off.

"Take care of her. Call if you need anything.

" He turns and heads off, but before he's out of earshot I hear him say, "This.

Exactly this is why we need that sanctuary, but no. I got out-voted."

I blink at his back and finally get my shit together. I need to get to my omega. I'd seriously like to see someone try to hurt her or take her from me.

I know I'm a monster when I need to be. I won't lose a wink of sleep over doing what needs to be done.

I get to the house. Vik helps me carry everything inside before we head into the kitchen.

"Would you care to tell me exactly what the fuck is going on?" I ask, tossing myself down in the chair across from Vik. It's time for some fucking answers.

"I'm sure you've got the general idea," he says, rolling his blue eyes at me.

"Vik," I growl, leaning over the kitchen table. "Tell me what the fuck is going on."

"You know who her father is. I always intended for him to be dealt with. As soon as Cas and I realized that he tried to kill Ana, his fate was sealed," Vik says, scratching at his jaw.

Yeah, I didn't even know that much until my phone call with Cas. These fuckers are on my last nerve.

"It was pure luck that I had family in the position to appeal to Ivanov," Vik says cryptically.

I frown, shaking my head. Either I'm slower on the uptake than usual or he's being unnecessarily vague.

"Vik," I growl again. My patience is thin as fuck at the moment. I barely slept last night, and I'm itching to get back to Anastasia.

Vik lays out the basics of his time in New York.

He goes over how he met with her father and got back the possessions that she wasn't comfortable leaving behind.

He even had the mercs snatch her baby photo albums and several other boxes of keepsakes since he knew Soren was going to torch the Androff mansion.

I hear all of it, and I must be on the verge of losing my shit because all I can seem to focus on his how his courting gifts are going to be way better than mine and Castro's. I'm going to have to murder him for one-upping our courting gifts.

I snarl that at him, pushing myself out of my chair.

Vik just laughs. "Yeah, you're done for."

"Fuck you," I grumble, shaking my head. "And Soren thinks Dimitri might show up looking for Ana?"

Vik's face turns more serious as he nods his agreement. "Soren, Merrick, and Steele were able to track their movements to a degree. They were headed south when they lost track of him. Soren and the guys are headed this way, but they've got Keeley Androff in tow."

I blink at him for several long seconds before I realize he's talking about Anastasia's new step-mom, who just so happens to be younger than she is.

"Why?" I ask, shaking my head.

"Fuck if I know," Vik says, shrugging a giant shoulder.

"Did you hook your cousin up with Merrick and Steele? How do they even know each other?"

I quickly determine I don't give a shit why they're together. Nor do I care why they're dragging Keeley Androff with them.

"I'm going to find my omega," I growl, turning and stomping away. They should have told me the deal from the start.

It's not that I feel left out. I'm just fucking pissed because we could have ended this before it even began if Vik had been upfront with me from the jump.

I stomp down the hallway until I get to the door of the nest. I head inside and it's dark. The lights are turned down to practically nothing.

Anastasia is wrapped around Cas's chest. He sees me and his hand pops up, giving a wave.

This nest is designed similar to the one in our room at the lodge except the mattress is raised much higher and takes up the majority of the room. It's likely because this room was created solely for guests when renting it out. The original owners are betas.

When you walk in there's a small "L" of carpeting.

If you head straight about three feet there's a small bathroom on your right.

If you take a left after walking in there's a longer walkway that frames the front of the nest. There are a few cabinets lining the walls or you can climb the stairs which leads to a den-style nest. It's surrounded on three sides by walls and the front has a sliding curtain.

It's pretty standard for a small pack nest.

The curtain is mostly open. It's easy enough to see Ana is knocked out. Her lips are softly parted, and Cas is watching her sleep like a total creeper.

I'm fucking beat. Ana kept me up all night.

I strip naked and head up the stairs. Crawling up the mattress, I realize just how exhausted I am.

I slide up by Castro's side, running a hand over Anastasia's back.

She smells sweet and faintly of Vik. It's not overpowering so it's likely she showered afterward.

Ehh, I'm not upset. If anything, I'm relieved they're working their shit out.

I cuddle into Cas's side and fall asleep before I can do much more than close my eyes.

I wake up bathed in the scent of Anastasia's perfume. The nest is flooded with the smell of her cunt. I run a hand over my face and try to figure out why I feel like my chest is on fire. It becomes evident almost immediately.

Ana's stretched out over me, and Cas is gone. Anastasia wiggles, groaning in her sleep, but it's clear she's not awake. My free hand is planted on her ass. The long-sleeve t-shirt she was sleeping in has ridden up around her middle and her bare pussy is resting just above my very hard cock.

My hand on her hip flexes, pulling her ass apart as I stifle a growl. The smell of her pussy has flooded the room so strongly the fog starts to creep in.

Ana moans in her sleep, grinding her cunt against my pelvis. My cock twitches, immediately ready to satiate all her needs.

She's beautiful all the time, but she looks so peaceful while she's sleeping that it makes my heart race. Her thick blonde lashes fan over her cheeks as she breathes steadily.

Her eyes jump behind her eyelids. I bet she's having an enjoyable as fuck dream. Luckily my arms are long. It takes no effort to stretch over her and grip my cock. My thumb teases the head as I give my shaft a jerk.

Ana wiggles against me; I'd guess she's chasing friction for her throbbing clit. I work my free hand between us, running the backs of my fingers over her tight nipple. Her slick little cunt continues to gyrate over my pelvis and lower stomach. My hand works my shaft slowly.

My pulse races as I bite my lip to stifle the moan that tries to escape.

She's quite literally leaving a wet spot on my skin.

I know what she needs. She grinds lower until she's about to bump into my crown.

I thrust into her in one well-coordinated movement.

Her tight little hole stretches around my tip.

She's absolutely soaked and she's burning up.

It's to the point it makes my dick burn.

She wiggles further down on my cock, gasping like she's desperate for more.

I snarl, there's no holding it back.

"Wolfe," she sobs, shivering against my bare chest.

I smirk. The little vixen is dreaming about me. I sit up in a crunch that makes my abs flex. I have a brief moment of questioning whether I'm being an opportunistic dick, but it doesn't last long. Not only do I have explicit permission, but she absolutely gives away the ruse when she licks her lip.

"Do you want to role-play with me, Ana?" I growl.

Her eyes stay shut, but she nods. "I'm going to use you like you’re my personal little fuck-toy.

" My thumb brushes over her lip. "You're my dirty doll to do with as I see fit.

I'm going to fill your tight little cunt full until I'm dripping out with every thrust."

Her breath catches as my cock gets so much slicker. Yeah, I'd say she likes that idea as much as I do.

"Fuck, that's so hot," I groan. My hands land on her ass, pulling her up and shoving her back down.

"I don't think you know what it does to me to see you taking my bare cock.

I'm glistening in your slick. It drives me wild. It makes me want to pound into you like a beast. Like a motherfucking beast.”

It's a ridiculously snug fit as I work her over on my cock.

I yank the shirt off of her and chuck it aside. My right hand falls to her lower back to hold her against me as I roll us.

Anastasia hits the nest mattress and her head lolls around.

I can admit I might be an asshole, but I don't care.

It turns me the fuck on watching her tits bounce while she looks like she's out cold.

She gives it away with the sexy little smirk on her face, and that only makes me want to pound into her harder.

She tightens around me as my arm that's trapped to the mattress under her flexes and moves so I can grip her ass cheek. My knot is fully swollen and desperate to slip inside her.

"You're burning up around me, doll." I snap my hips into hers in deep ruts that threaten to slam my knot into her. My cock is wet with her juices as I pull out until only the crown stays inside her.

I growl as I ram back in. She takes every thick inch of my shaft all the way down to my pulsing knot. Those teasing flutters of her inner walls milk my cock so damn perfectly.

"You need my knot, don't you, doll?"

I know they say omegas run hot during a heat, but I honestly can't imagine this being a normal temperature.

Anastasia's eyes pop open. She nods. "Alpha, please."

"Is it okay if I climb in here?" Cas asks, knee-walking toward us. "She's entirely too hot. That's where I was. I went to find the thermometer."

"Come on in," I growl. My tone is completely at odds with my words, but I'm on edge. If she's not in full-blown heat she's definitely in pre-heat. Her skin is literally burning my flesh.

"Tilt your head toward me, pretty girl," Cas says, taking a seat by Ana's head.

Ana whimpers. "Wolfe, I need you to knot me. I ache for you. Then you can take my temperature, okay? It's important."

I chuckle. She's cute as hell sometimes. I really love it when she's feisty, but these tender, sweet moments are growing on me with an intensity that scares the hell out of me.

"Let's make this a little easier on Cas, shall we?" I pull out, rolling her to face him. She lies on her side as I crawl behind her, lift her thigh, and thrust all the way to my knot.

Ana whines. It makes my teeth ache with the nearly undeniable urge to bite into her tender flesh.

I focus on the tight grip of her wet little pussy instead of doing something exceptionally stupid.

Such as biting my omega without consent.

Being an alpha can be such a pain in the ass sometimes.

My impulses and the fog are trying to convince me that an omega whining for me means she wants my bite.

Maybe a few hundred years ago assholes thought that was okay.

They believed that biology signaled consent, but nowadays we know better.

"You're such a good girl," Cas coos.

I lean up on my forearm as he pulls the thermometer from Anastasia's mouth. He looks at me and his face is concerned.

"One-eleven," he says, running his fingers over her cheek. "Knot her now."

"Yes," Ana sobs. She tries to pull her knees up to her chest, but Cas blocks them.

That's a bad sign.

I don't hesitate. I plant my huge palm on her hip and lower stomach to hold her in place then thrust all the way to the hilt. It takes my goddamn breath away. She's so snug that I can't seem to understand how her body can accommodate my swelling knot, but it sure as fuck does.

"It's okay, Ana. We've got you," Cas murmurs, nuzzling his cheek to hers. "You're going to feel better soon."

Anastasia whines again.

"Fuck, Cas. The fog is taking over," I groan as my knot swells, fully locking us together. "Don't let me do anything stupid."

"Oh shit," Ana sobs. "Bite me, Wolfe! Now, bite, please!"

I bite my lower lip to keep from complying and shake my head, trying to knock out the fog that's slipping in.

"No biting," Cas says, pulling Anastasia's mouth to his. He lies down at her front and teases her nipple as they kiss. Damn, they certainly got a lot friendlier than they were when I left for work this morning. "Rut into her and settle this wave."

I blink at him over Anastasia's shoulder. He's turned into quite the bossy dick since I saw him last. Ana begs into the kiss, and I get my shit together. She needs me. I won't leave her hurting.

I pull her top leg up, wrapping it back and over my hip until her toes touch the mattress behind me. And I rut the fuck out of my omega.

"I'm going to come," Ana says. Her cunt locks down on my knot and the fog slips in. Then it's hazy rutting, and coming more times than I can count.