Page 68 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus (The Exchange)

"Yeah, you're definitely having waves of heat." Rafe's face is pink. His skin tone hides some of it, but he's absolutely blushing, too.

"I really meant what I said," I tell him, stretching out a hand to clasp his.

"I know we haven't had sex, so I probably sound like a freak, but I want to bond with you.

It doesn't have to be immediately." Ohmigod, it's like I can't stop talking.

"If that's something you want with me…" My hand flies to cover my face. "Is that even—"

Rafe pulls my hand away and slams his mouth into mine. His glasses bump my face, and I don't mind a bit as he tenderly kisses the hell out of me.

"S-Sorry," he stammers as we pull back, heaving for breath.

"Don't be," I say in a shaky tone.

"Of course I want a bond with you," Rafe assures me, running his hand over the back of my head. "I also want to take care of you. It seems like we're in between waves. Are you hungry? Do you want to shower?"

"I'm not very hungry," I tell him truthfully. "I'd be down for a shower if you're joining me."

Rafe grins. It's all perfect straight white teeth, and the sight makes my clit pulse. He's hot as hell in the unassuming way that sneaks up on you. Or it did to me.

"Let's do it," he agrees. He’s got this light and happy energy that's contagious. I'm not sure I've ever met an alpha who feels like Rafe does.

It makes my heart race. I'm going to make sure he's mine before my heat is over.

Rafe directs us out of the nest. Once we get to the hallway he looks back at me like he just remembered I'm completely nude.

He grabs my hand and leads me up the stairs and down the hall to the spacious main bedroom.

The bed is incredible. It's a four-poster style with dark wood and tie-back curtains. It's breathtaking.

"Sorry," he says, moving us into the huge en suite bathroom. "The nest doesn't have a shower or tub in that bathroom."

"It's no big deal," I assure him, getting my first look around. The tub is separate from the shower. It's big enough for several people and has jacuzzi jets like my tub back home.

A pang hits my stomach. That house is gone now, if the guys know what they're talking about. I don't care, not really. There was nothing for me there, and I know my father well enough to realize he'd never have let me come back for my things.

I have the most important thing I could ask for, I remind myself. Thanks to Vik.

And I repaid him by bonding with Wolfe first. I push those thoughts away. They're not fair to Wolfe. He sends a pulse of reassurance through the bond.

My eyes fly to Rafe. He's in a pair of low-slung sweatpants, but he ditched the t-shirt when I wasn't looking. He's got the shower running and steam fills the air around his strong frame.

I grin, swaying my hips as I prowl toward his back. He's got strong lats and delicious dimples right above his ass. I slide up behind him. He jolts as my tits brush his skin.

My hands slide down his hips, pulling off his sweatpants and boxer briefs in one quick swipe. Rafe spins around, looking shocked as I squat at his feet to help him out of them.

"Christ," he groans. His head falls back.

It's weird to see him without his glasses, but he must have taken them off when I wasn't looking.

"I'm trying to be a gentleman…" He blows out a heavy breath.

"Seeing you down there is not helping me succeed.

" His hands are tender as he gently pulls me up until I'm standing.

His cock is unreal. He's not circumcised, and even though he's only half-hard he's extremely impressive. My nipples ache in the cool air of the bathroom as his shaft brushes my lower stomach.

"Come on, Ana," Rafe growls. His hands fall to my hips as he walks us into the shower.

It's an open design. You walk in through a hole in the frosted glass and to the right about seven or eight feet there's a bench that curves around the back wall and the side.

The waterfall shower head beats down at the perfect angle to hit my shoulders and ass as Rafe backs me toward it.

He spins me around and the water feels divine as it falls over my front.

There's a handheld attachment on the wall near the bench.

Rafe nods to it. "Want to sit down while I pamper you? Or is here good?"

"Here," I whisper. God, he really is a beautiful man. The thick curls on the top of his head are soaked from the water and that short beard… it all really works for him. He's soft-spoken, but not weak. My stomach teeters as he stretches over, grabbing a few pumps of body wash.

"Shit," he says, shaking his head. "I forgot washcloths."

"You should soap me up with your hands," I tell him, nodding like a bobble head doll. "I am one-hundred percent good with skin on skin contact."

"They're right, you are a naughty little thing. Aren't you, Ana?" Rafe smiles. His hands land on my hips and he lathers the soap into my skin. My chest heaves as he slowly works his way to my back and up my shoulders.

"I am," I agree.

His soapy skin caresses mine as he works over my neck and clavicles and eventually heads lower.

He isn't shy as he cleans my breasts, thumbing my nipples.

I squeeze my thighs together as he moves lower to do my stomach.

He stares into my eyes as he cleans my skin, and it becomes clear Rafe is very good at taking care of someone.

He grabs more body wash and turns back. The next thing I know, he's kneeling down. My shoulders tremble as his warm breath fans over my lower stomach.

His hands work from my upper thighs, down to my knees and over my calves.

I giggle, hopping around on one foot as he lifts the other and carefully soaps my foot.

"Ohmigod," I say, snorting a laugh.

"Hold on to my shoulders," he says, scrubbing the other foot. His fingers lace through my toes and my hands fall to his skin.

"That tickles," I grumble, wiggling around like a lunatic.

Rafe smiles up at me. "We've got to get you all cleaned up. I'm not going to avoid touching your adorable little toes."

He stands up quickly and guides me back to the bench. The shelf full of body wash, shampoo, and conditioner is on the wall at our side, but Rafe gently directs me to have a seat. He grabs the wand and flicks it on, taking a seat at my side. He gently cleans off my body.

"Turn around with your back toward me," Rafe says, moving to sit sideways on the bench.

The light, fruity smell of shampoo fills the air as he lathers my hair. Rafe proceeds to tell me all about how I have a new step-mother who's younger than I am.

"From what Vik could tell, she wasn't there by choice.

We don't have all the details, but she's currently with Soren.

" Rafe continues to pamper me. He definitely knows how to deliver questionable news.

I'm not sure how I would have handled it if he wasn't massaging my scalp and purring softly behind me.

"She's not hurt?"

"Not by any of the men we're associated with," Rafe assures me.

He rinses out the shampoo and repeats the process with conditioner.

"I'm pretty sure that's why Pack Frasier is so dead-set on owning a franchise. They want it as a legal front for auctioning off omegas to the highest bidder," I say as Rafe rubs more conditioner into my long hair. "For those businessmen or rich guys who want someone to fit their needs."

"That's basically what we were thinking," Rafe says, his voice lined with sadness.

My mind flies back to what he said about Keeley.

She's literally younger than I am. I'm horrified on her behalf.

It's good that she's out of that situation.

Hopefully, the guys she's with now will protect her in the event Barrett wants his gift back.

I always knew Byron Frasier was slimy, but knowing more details makes me even more disgusted.

He finishes rinsing out my hair then begins to dig his thumbs into my neck and shoulders. Oh yeah, Rafael Castro is definitely dangerous to my heart. His soft, caring vibes are addictive.

I groan because, damn, that feels amazing. I spin around, and Rafe isn't expecting it. He looks at me questioningly.

"I'm pretty sure it's my turn to pamper you. Let me clean you up, Mr. Castro."

I crawl over, grabbing body wash and place myself in Rafe's lap. His chest heaves. He looks a little feral as my fingers tease his hard nipples. My thighs frame his. His thick shaft is lined up perfectly in front of me.

Damn, it looks a bit obscene. It's big. Guys' cocks can't literally hit your belly button from the inside out… right? So how the hell does his dick reach almost to my navel as I sit over him?

"You stopped washing and you're staring at my cock," Rafe says, humor coloring his tone.

"Sorry," I whisper as my eyes dance up his chest. I'm absolutely obsessed with his happy trail and the few dark hairs that line his chest.

Rafe pulls my mouth to his for a slow kiss that has our tongues dancing in the air between us. My chest plasters to his and his cock bumps my pussy. My soapy hands fall to his shoulders as Rafe growls.

I grab the wand as we pull back and rinse us both off. Rafe snatches it away and grins.

"You missed a spot," he says, aiming the stream of water directly at my clit. I whimper as the hand-held attachment falls away. Rafe slides his hand between us and slips his middle finger inside my cunt.

"Damn," I whimper as he crooks his finger just right.

My right hand wraps around his cock. I shiver against his chest as he lets out a feral growl. It probably would scare most people, but my body has no logic and I get so slick I know it's coating his entire hand.

Rafe adds another finger and the stretch feels delicious as I ride his hand. Then again, I'd really like to have his cock in my mouth.

"No," Rafe barks.

I shiver, glaring up at him. I might be sitting in his lap, but his torso is longer than mine.

"Come on, sweetheart. Let's rinse off and get out of here."

I frown.

"I wanted—"

Rafe cuts me off by pulling my mouth to his. My nipples ache as they brush his chest.

"I'm sorry," Rafe says, shaking his head. "I shouldn't have started anything in here. I want the opportunity to take care of you, and you need to eat before the next wave hits."

I pout, but nod my agreement.

Shower sex with Rafe sounds like it could be a high point in my life, but I'm sure that'll come at some point down the line. Well, if we don't get murdered by my father's men first.