Page 67 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus (The Exchange)

Chapter Fifteen

Anastasia

My body aches. Despite the fact Wolfe has been knotting me like crazy for several hours, my temperature has yet to level out. Rafe has been forcing us to take breaks and drink something regularly.

"Ana hasn't eaten since this morning," Rafe says to Wolfe. "I'm going to check in on Vik and warm up some of the food you brought. You both should eat something before too long."

We both grumble some form of assent and Rafe heads to leave the nest.

Wolfe hovers over me, looking quite predatory.

His forearms frame my head as he dips his mouth to mine.

His knot is still swollen inside me, but it's no longer so full that it's painful.

With Wolfe, I can tell when he needs to come because his knot pulses and almost feels like it's vibrating.

I've never felt an alpha's knot do that before, not until Wolfe.

The tender way he nuzzles his cheek to mine makes my heart race.

"I wish you had opened up to me more about your father," he says in between slow kisses that make my feet dig into his ass as I gyrate my hips.

My hand rubs over the back of his neck. "It's not really something I care to talk about."

I glance away, suddenly wishing we weren't locked together.

"No," Wolfe says, nudging my face back with his. "Don't hide from me." His huge palm caresses my face. "I want to be here for you."

"I know," I agree.

It's always been hard for me to accept help. When I was growing up there was a stigma. Don't let anyone know what's going on at home, or else.

It was a type of fear-mongering my father liked to use with me, specifically when I was little. He'd threaten the safety of anyone who learned his secrets. I tell Wolfe as much and regret it immediately. His jaw gets so tight I think it may break a tooth from grinding them together.

"I'm sure you feel the same way, but I'm really fucking glad that prick is dead. He gives all alphas a bad name."

"Gave," I correct mindlessly.

Wolfe's dark blue eyes stare into mine and he smirks. "I would have killed him for you, dollface."

"I believe you," I whisper, pulling his mouth to mine. His beard is short and scratchy as he tongues the fuck out of me. His knot thickens and swells again. "You're such a weirdo." I laugh. "That thought turned you on."

Wolfe grins. "So are you. You just got even slicker at the thought. Do you like knowing that I'll murder anyone who hurts you, Ana?"

I shake my head no, but catch myself. Wolfe is literally inside my body. I'm not going to lie to him. I squeeze my eyes closed and nod my agreement because I really do.

"I know you do, doll. And that shit turns me the fuck on," he growls, shoving his tongue back into my mouth.

I've never had anyone in my corner. I believe Wolfe might hurt me from time to time sexually—in a way I'll definitely enjoy—but overall, I trust that he will always protect me. Which is strange because in general I don't trust anyone. Vik, Wolfe, and Rafe have looked after me from day one.

We kiss as he fucks into me in deep, rhythmic strokes that send the fog creeping in. I beg mindlessly through each earth-shattering orgasm.

Wolfe knows exactly how to pin me to the mattress to send my impulses humming in delight. One hand holds my hip while the other wraps around my throat. He's an expert at providing pleasure and the perfect amount of pressure.

The way his lower stomach grinds against my clit as he tightens his hold on my throat has me gasping and pleading for his bite.

Wolfe smiles, looking predatory as hell as his shoulders flex.

"Do you really want my bite, Ana?" he taunts.

I nod as he runs his thumb over my racing pulse.

"You'd never get away. If I bite you then you're trapped with me for life. I'll never let you go," he says, chuckling darkly. "What am I saying? I'll never let you escape either way. Do you really want a bond with me?"

"Yes," I beg, clawing at his ass and lower back. "Please, Wolfe, bite me!"

"I really hope you're not lost to the fog right now," Wolfe muses. He bumps my head to the side and licks over my throat. "Because if you are you're going to be super fucking pissed at me in a few days when you're clear-headed."

"Wolfe Alexander," I snap, digging my nails into his ass, "bite me, now!"

See, I'm forming coherent sentences, and I remembered his last name. I'm totally not lost to the fog.

"Aww, fuck," Wolfe groans. "I really like it when you're bossy. Fuck yeah, doll. Tighten that sweet little pussy just like that."

Wolfe snarls as he strikes the skin of my throat, biting viciously.

I'm not sure which way is up as I get slammed with a wave of lust and longing so potent it takes my breath away.

His tongue teases over the bite in the same way his pelvis tantalizes my clit, causing me to come with absolutely no warning.

"Scream for me, Ana," he growls.

My cunt ripples over his shaft in rhythmical waves that take my breath away. My feet dig into his ass as I thrust up to meet him. He's only able to move a bit since we're locked together, but the drag of his knot against my inner walls sends me soaring.

My nails rake over his back as pleasure jolts through every nerve ending in my system, and I do scream.

Wolfe growls. He directs my head where he wants me. Then he's kissing me deep and dirty as his cock kicks.

"I'm going to fuck you full of my baby one of these days," he moans. The sound sends a shiver through my already overloaded system. It's animalistic and desperate. "Breed you. Goddamn, Ana. It's almost too much being able to feel what you're feeling."

I nod my agreement because I'm right there with him. The bond is wild. There's a strange warmth in my chest as my eyes pop open. Wolfe is staring down at me with his chest heaving. I've never felt anything like it.

"Yeah," I agree, nodding my head and smiling like an idiot. I don't know what that feeling is, but whatever it is I love the way it makes me feel.

My jaw drops open as realization dawns. I'm pretty sure that feeling is love. Or it's whatever warm and fuzzy, giddy excitement that grows into it.

"Wolfe," I whimper.

My eyes ache, and I have to glance away. I cannot cry right now. I'm pretty sure that is every man's nightmare.

A chick crying during sex? Could I be any more embarrassing? And we're not just fucking. We're legitimately locked together. He has no chance of escaping my crazy.

Rational thought smacks into me right about the same time I get hit with comfort and reassurance in the bond.

"That's wild," Wolfe says, nuzzling his cheek against the side of my head. "You're all mine. I hope you understand exactly how serious I was about ending anyone who hurts you. Or hell, anyone who tries to keep me from you from here on out."

My insides light up with a pulse of excitement that I realize is Wolfe's glee at the thought. It doesn't scare me nearly as much as it probably should. I'm actually comforted by it.

"I'm the only one who gets to hurt you from here on out, dollface. I can assure you, you'll always end up getting an extreme amount of pleasure out of it." He smirks.

My heart races because I believe him. "What about Vik?"

"I'm willing to share with him and Castro. Although I think we both know Cas will be the one to stare lovingly into your eyes while he makes love to you." Wolfe snickers.

"You stop," I grumble, shoving against his chest.

Wolfe rolls us and suddenly I'm on his chest, peering down at him. A wide, slow smile crosses his face. "Hey, Ana?"

"Yeah?"

"How do you feel about anal for rewards?"

"What?" I snort.

"You said last night that you've never been fucked in the ass before." He grins predatorily. "Was that true?"

"Yes."

His cock jumps inside me.

"I'd really fucking love it if, since Vik got your first heat with us, I could fuck your ass first," Wolfe growls, pulling my mouth to his. His hand wraps in my hair as he rakes his teeth over my bottom lip.

"How romantic," Rafe says, crawling into the nest. His nose twitches as his eyes get wide. "Holy shit. You two bonded."

My chin tips up, and I give him a firm nod. "I want a bond with all three of you. I'm not lost to the fog. I'm coherent and clear."

"Are you still locked?" Rafe asks, shoving his glasses up.

"Yup," Wolfe confirms.

"As soon as it goes down you should go and speak to Vik." Rafe shakes his head. "I think it should come from Wolfe."

My heart sinks. Holy shit. I didn't even think about that.

"No," Wolfe barks. "Don't feel guilty. I'll explain the situation. We got close while he was gone. No one's trying to leave him out."

"I'd say be prepared to duck," Rafe says, snorting a laugh. "But I'm pretty sure he owes you at least one solid punch."

I worry my lip between my teeth. Well, fuck.

"Are you upset?" I ask Rafe as soon as Wolfe leaves the nest.

"No," he says, staring straight into my eyes. "I'm a little worried Vik might be hurt, but Wolfe's right: it's your decision."

"That wasn't my intention at all," I say, glancing away.

I'm pretty sure if I was a better person I'd have thought that through ahead of time. I'm an adult, I should take other people's feelings into account. So why the hell didn't I? Wolfe sends steady comfort through the bond.

"Where is Vik?"

I'm wondering if he and Wolfe are about to get into it and it's got me anxious as hell.

"We may have visitors within a day or two.

Vik's cousin, Soren, and a couple of the guys Wolfe and Vik did contract work with," Rafe says.

He stretches an arm and starts rubbing at the back of his neck like he's working out a kink.

"I don't suppose Vik got the chance to tell you all the details earlier? "

"No," I say. My face feels hot. I never blush. I mean, okay, so everyone does from time to time, but it takes a lot to put me on the spot. "He was all hot and sweaty from cutting wood, and I kinda just climbed him."