Page 95 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus (The Exchange)

Chapter Nine

Melody

The nest in the guy’s apartment is nicer than anything I’ve ever seen, which seems to be the running theme for this place.

The room is big and it has two parts. When you first walk in, there’s a circular cushion sunken into the floor. It’s unreal. There’s even a huge television on one of the walls. There’s a circular carpet around the giant mattress.

My feet dig into it as I desperately try to keep myself upright. It’s soft and plush.

This place even has fancy carpeting.

I stagger toward the wall on the right. It has a full bathroom with a separate tub and shower and of course a toilet. I yank off my pajama dress as I go, tossing it carelessly behind me.

I need to get in the shower.

My eyes fly to the tub. A cool bath would help, but I don’t have any time to waste. I stumble through the cutout in the glass, flicking on the overhead shower spray.

It takes forever, but I jam my finger around the controls for the touch panel until I figure it out.

The button lowering the temperature is as low as it will go, but I jab it again a few times for good measure. My arm wraps protectively around my middle as I battle my panties down with my free hand. Kicking them toward the back of the shower, I try to remind myself that this isn’t my house.

The radiating pain sends a jolt through my entire body, but I don’t want to look like a slob. I glance back at my wet underwear. They’re really far away. It feels like way too much work.

I’m not wearing a bra, which is a good thing. It’s one less item I’ll have to pick up later. Back home, I always just left things a disaster and cleaned them up once I was feeling better.

My shoulder rests against the wall as the cool water pelts down on my skin.

Dammit, I should have grabbed a hair tie. It’s going to be wet and annoying forever.

“Holy shit,” Oliver says from behind me. “Are you okay?”

My cheeks feel like they’re on fire, but as I spin around completely naked and trying to convince myself it’s unladylike to pounce on him with no warning, my body seems to move of its own volition.

“Oh, okay,” Oliver says, staggering back a few steps as he catches me. “You are hot.”

“I am,” I agree. “Wow, you smell delicious.” We’re near the door area, and he’s not getting soaked in water because the shower is huge, but I did just plant my wet body all over his dry frame. “I’m so sorry. I got you all wet.”

“It’s all good. Did you need a shower?” he asks, frowning.

I’m pretty sure any other alpha would have taken full advantage of my word choice.

“My glasses aren’t fogging up. Wait, are you taking a cold shower?” His hand flexes on my very naked bottom.

I bury my face in his neck. “I needed to cool off.”

“I don’t think a shower will help, not long term anyway.” He nuzzles his cheek to the top of my head. “Are you good to get out? You should be nesting. If you’re feverish then you need to be knotted. I read a few books last night. They were all about how to care for an omega in heat.”

“You read multiple books in one night?” I pull back to stare at his face.

He grimaces, glancing away.

“You’re really smart, aren’t you? I read pretty fast, but I can barely finish a three-hundred-page book in an evening.

That’s really cool. You’ll definitely have smart kids.

Do you want kids?” He’s still not looking at me, so I continue to ramble, “I know I do. At least two or three seems like a good number. I’m an only child, and I was lonely all the time growing up.

As an adult too, now that I think about it. ”

Oliver spins us around with no notice. My back hits the wall and the cool tile feels great against my burning hot skin.

“I’m also an only child. And yeah, I’m down for a couple of kids.

” His curly blond hair falls around his forehead as he gets close and pushes his mouth to mine.

My feet dig into his denim-covered ass as I shove myself closer, gasping into his mouth.

I love the idea of that. I want a family and I need it to be soon.

My impulses haven’t let up on that fact, and it’s only getting worse the older I get.

I moan into his mouth as my nipples brush the fabric of his T-shirt.

“Oliver, I need you,” I beg, my head nodding wildly.

He growls in response as his hands flex on my ass. It’s a dangerous sound that my body instantly responds to.

I leak slick to the point I know he’s going to be dripping in me. My face feels even hotter.

I’m not a super seductress, but I do know we’re compatible, and that should help.

My pussy aches feeling tender and empty. I need to know what it’ll be like being stretched around his knot.

My heart pounds rapidly as I imagine the faces he’ll make and the sounds that’ll escape as he fucks me. My desperation grows as my entire system pulses with a wave of heat that makes me arch into him.

He wraps his arm around my lower back and pulls me off the wall.

“Shit,” he mumbles, walking us into the spray of water long enough to turn it off. “I’m going to take care of you. I’d also really like to talk more about getting you pregnant.”

“Wait, did you sign the contract? My birth control shot probably isn’t still working,” I whisper, glancing away.

“I know,” he growls. He heads out of the shower and doesn’t stop in the bathroom. “And I did sign it.”

My skin is slick from rinsing off, but Oliver guides us around the cushioned mattress in the nest entryway and up into the den style nest. He’s got the slenderest build of the guys, but he carries me with no problem. He makes it up the stairs and tosses me down on the mattress.

My boobs bounce so violently they hit my chin.

God, that’s embarrassing. My thighs and lower stomach keep jiggling for a few seconds, but Oliver doesn’t seem to mind.

The look on his face is pure carnal desire. He yanks his shirt off and manages to climb out of his jeans as I scoot back on the mattress until my head hits the pillows.

I want his skin on my skin and him inside me, but I find myself wrapping up in the soft throw blanket that’s on top of the comforter.

It’s ridiculous.

Omega instincts don’t always make a whole lot of sense.

I need him in me, right now.

Why the hell does my system think it would be a good time to burrow?

“You can’t cover up all that soft skin,” Oliver growls, crawling up the mattress.

I’m not sure when he pulled the sliding curtain, or got completely nude, but I’m immediately drawn to his long, thick cock bobbing as he moves.

He prowls over me, and it’s strange to see him without his glasses.

“You started talking about kids and my brain instantly went to fucking you full of my cum.” He brushes his lips over mine.

“It made me forget to ask. Can I kiss you, Melody?”

“Please do,” I beg, scratching at his shoulders.

He complies, kissing me as he grinds over me. My core aches feeling empty as my nipples pulse painfully. My lower stomach cramps worse than it ever has even when I was in full-blown heat.

“Oliver,” I murmur between frantic kisses. “I really need you.”

“My knot?”

“Yes,” I agree, giving him a shove. He rolls until his back hits the mattress. I rip the blanket off, tossing it aside. He’s so slender that a pang of insecurity slips through my system.

Omegas tend to have exaggerated curves. I know I’m on the slender side for my designation, but Oliver is skinny. I think I might weigh more than he does.

That’s not a very sexy thought.

Then again, he did carry me from the shower and hold me up with no problem.

Is it possible for someone to carry more than their body weight?

“Whatcha doing?” he asks, tilting his head and studying me.

What the hell am I doing?

I’m achy and desperate, but I’m more coherent than I should be at this stage. Usually all thoughts outside of being rutted disappear pretty quickly once a wave starts.

“Come on,” he says, gently gripping my arm and pulling me toward him.

My boobs land on his chest. I blush. I don’t even know why.

He helps me maneuver until I’m straddling him. I push up on my knees, trying to keep my weight off him, but his hands land on my hips. He pulls me down, grinding my slippery core over his impressive length.

“Yeah, like this. God, you’re so slick.” His huge hands cup my ass and he teases his fingers lower. “You know you’re in control, right?”

“I don’t really like being the one to make decisions,” I whisper, leaning down and burying my face in his throat. I’m not sure why I’m self-conscious, but it seems to have gotten worse over the years, not better.

“You’re the one who pushed me down. I’m not going to lie, it was surprising, but I really dug it.” Oliver chuckles. “I’m all for you taking the lead. I haven’t taken part in a heat before.”

“You’ve never been with an omega?” I push up so I can look at him again.

My eyebrows raise as I watch him to see if I can pick up any dishonesty.

Wow, way to be rude and put him on the spot.

Ben destroyed my trust to the point it’s hard to believe anyone with a dick. But it’s also not fair to treat Oliver with mistrust due to someone else’s actions.

“I’ve only tried sex a few times,” he says, his eyes darting away. “I’m not sure why I said that. I gave myself a stern peptalk last night about the importance of not being embarrassing.” He shrugs. “But it is the truth.”

My nipples ache painfully as I study him. He looks a little miserable. His hard cock is buried between my thighs and I’m dripping slick.

“I’ve only been with one person,” I confess, running my nails over his pecs. “I’m nervous too, but I like you.”

Oliver surprises me by rolling us. His hand cups my head and I feel quite safe and protected as my back hits the nest mattress. The fog gets so heavy it’s hard to concentrate on anything except the way his hard body presses against mine.

My legs wrap around his ass as he grinds his cock against my pussy and kisses the hell out of me. His fingers are soft as they tease over my cheek.

I think I’m obsessed with how cherished it makes me feel. His vetiver scent is heavy in the air, and every time I gasp a breath between kisses, it only makes me foggier.

If I had a choice, I’d want to be completely clear for our first time together, but it’s impossible to fight my impulses right now.

His hand wraps in my hair and tilts my head to the side. I blink up at him, unsure what to expect next, but my heart races as my anticipation grows.

He pecks a final kiss on my lips. I try to follow his mouth, but he’s got other plans. He moves to lick down my neck, and since I’m not expecting it, I lunge for him again.