Page 99 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus (The Exchange)

Chapter Thirteen

Carver

The fucking continues for so long that I’m vaguely impressed. I mean, if watching Mel get plowed from fifty different directions by someone who isn’t me counts as impressive.

Which it doesn’t.

Bitter? I’m not bitter. Maybe a little jaded and a whole lot on edge from lack of sleep, but I’m definitely not envious.

What I am is seriously questioning how the fuck I ended up here.

My eyes dance around the room as the power flickers a few times and eventually goes out completely. Isn’t that just the icing on the shit-cake of my day?

It’s only a few minutes later that Miller and Nik get a phone call that they’re needed.

From where I’m lying it looks like Miller’s knot is still swollen inside her. He’s awake, spooning her from behind and running his hand over her lower stomach like he’s willing his baby bullets to be the one to fertilize her egg.

I chuckle, shaking my head.

Alphas and omegas are un-fucking-real.

Melody is sucking Nik’s cock while she sleeps, and that would be enough for me to tell whoever the hell it is something along the lines of best of luck. Figure that shit out yourself.

Which is probably why I’m not the boss. He carefully pulls his still-hard cock from her mouth. I’m a little shocked that he doesn’t seem pissed to be called away from the nest.

I wonder if that means her heat is coming to an end?

The backup generators do come on like they’re supposed to, but I overhear Nik talking. Apparently there’s a problem with one of the elevators.

Miller and Nik briefly talk it out, but they’ve got no choice except to sober up and handle it.

Miller eventually pulls free of her pussy. I fight the undeniable urge to slide up behind her and make sure she’s content.

They spend the better part of ten minutes trying to wake Oliver before deciding it’s a useless endeavor.

We’ve known there was a Nor’easter on the way. I’m pretty sure my bosses forgot that fact somewhere around the second or third day of rut. The hotel is pretty well insulated, but the few times I went for food and drinks, it was clearly coming down out there.

I’m stretched out across the end of the mattress, but my eyes fly up as Nik hovers over me.

“If she wakes up . . .” He sighs heavily. “We’re trusting you to take care of her.”

I frown.

I’m barely capable of taking care of myself most days.

“I’m sure they’ll figure out how to get that guy out of the elevator without you. Actually, why don’t I go handle that?” I move to push myself up.

“She trusts you,” Miller says, pulling on his jeans. He heads down the steps that lead out of the nest.

“Trust is an extreme stretch of the word.” I stand up and follow him as I eye the door out of the nest.

Now I’m considering running.

“Wake up your lazy ass packmate,” I suggest helpfully.

“He’s beat.” Miller swipes a hand over his face. “She’s comfortable with you, and she invited you in.”

“That doesn’t count,” I say indignantly. “I’m not fucking your omega so you two can run off and do management shit. This place isn’t even our problem.” I look at Nik. “I mean, I guess it’s yours, but I don’t want to die.”

“And you called us dramatic?” Nik scoffs. “I have to go. Let me put it this way. Take care of her or I’ll murder you in your sleep.”

My gaze moves to Miller. “We’re now two for three for members of your pack threatening my life. Would you like to sweep the board?”

I’m seriously questioning my life choices.

Orgies are awesome, I’m all for them. If I get to participate. Watching got old two days ago, but I’m not about being an opportunistic bastard.

I guess I’m kind of old-fashioned because I wouldn’t feel right fucking her without at least putting in the effort to make her like me first.

Pheromone fog is a great excuse for alphas and omegas to fuck like rabbits, but that shit doesn’t apply to me.

Okay so, her perfume nearly got me a couple times, but I’m a fucking adult, and I mind-over-mattered that shit.

“This may take a while,” Miller says, sighing as he grabs a T-shirt from the floor and tosses it aside when it’s not his. “You know how hard he sleeps when he crashes.”

“That is not my problem,” I hiss.

I swear to God, I’m not the unreasonable one in this situation. No matter how they’re making it seem, I know I’m not. These fuckers got a taste of a ripe omega and they’ve lost all brain functioning as a result.

“Max?” Melody mumbles, sitting up and rubbing at her eyes. She calls him by his first name, and the big fucker trips over his own feet crawling back into the nest. He finds his shirt along the way and pulls it on.

Oliver is still dead to the world, sleeping on his stomach with his face on his forearm and his bare ass in the air.

“Why are you dressed?” Melody whimpers.

“The storm hit and there’s a problem with one of the elevators. Nik and I have to take care of it. Oliver’s a notoriously hard sleeper, but Carver’s here and he’s going to take care of you,” Miller says, nuzzling his cheek to hers.

“Don’t make me sound like a consolation prize,” I grumble, jabbing a finger at him.

“I don’t want you to go. My nest won’t smell right without you,” she whispers, shaking her head. “I’m sorry. I know you have responsibilities outside of me.”

“I don’t want to go either,” Miller says. He pulls her mouth to his and they share a kiss so tender it makes me feel like an asshole for intruding on it.

I’ve never thought anything was missing from my life, but I’m also getting closer to thirty-five than I am thirty.

Settling down wasn’t a thought in my mind during my twenties, but I have noticed lately that when I think about marriage or kids, the idea doesn’t immediately send me into a panic attack like it would have ten years ago.

My parents were on the older side when they had me.

My dad could barely toss the ball around in the yard with me when I was a pre-teen.

Once I hit my teenage years, they supported me from their recliners.

They’re not bad parents. I was their late in life surprise. I don’t like the thought of ending up like that though. If I’m ever going to have a family then I want to be young enough to do all the things.

“Would you mind refreshing my pillow before you go?” Melody asks, yanking it from behind her and shoving it at Miller.

“Not a bit,” he says, taking the pillow and shoving it under his T-shirt.

Life is fucking weird when alphas and omegas are involved.

This shit is not normal for betas, but it’s just another day of the week to them.

I barely hold back the derisive chuckle as he swipes the pillow around his chest under the material of his T-shirt. He looks like he’s nine months pregnant.

“If you’re not comfortable with Carver, we can assign someone else,” Miller says as his eyes meet hers. He hugs the pillow, and I briefly consider pulling out my phone to record the insanity.

Until I realize Melody is naked.

Goddamn, I never thought I’d be so desensitized to such a nice pair of tits.

Somewhere along the way their crazy rubbed off on me, and apparently, we’re all just going with the insanity of the moment.

“I’ve only ever had sex with one person. I mean before the three of you.” Her free hand flies to her face and she looks like she’s praying she could melt directly into the floor. “I told Oliver, but I don’t think the two of you were around yet.”

“Hey, that’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Miller says, dropping his hold on the pillow. It stays tucked under his T-shirt. “It’s a little surprising since omegas are meant to have multiple partners, but it’s not something to be embarrassed about.”

“My ex made sure no one else would look my way in our small town,” she whispers as he tenderly tilts her face up to his.

“There’s no reason you need to justify yourself to any of us,” I say before I can hold it back.

I’m really going to need to get my hands on that motherfucker sometime in the near future, especially considering how he talked about her on the phone the other night.

The fucking balls on that guy.

Miller brushes his lips over hers. Mel’s eyes squeeze shut, and I’m still just standing here.

Yup, just a voyeuristic dick, watching their intimate moment like I have every reason to be here. I rock back and forth on my heels, trying to keep my eyes off her tits.

God, this is incredibly awkward, and I’ve gotten myself into some shit in my lifetime.

I have no idea how the full-time monitors handle it.

I wonder if they’re desensitized to all the fucking too.

Miller cradles her face in his big ass hand and Mel whimpers, following his mouth as he pulls back. It really is a very tender kiss. I don’t think I’ve ever kissed anyone like that in my life.

Goddamn, I’ve seen a little too much of them banging in every position imaginable for it to be the goodbye kiss that pushes me over the edge.

I think I need therapy.

My mom is right.

I need Jesus.

“All alphas have to fight biology, but when it comes to the health and well-being of your omega, you deal with it.” Miller runs his thumb over her chin. “If you need relief that’s what Carver is for.”

My palms fly up, and I take a step back.

“Hey, asshole. Thanks for making me sound like a human dildo,” I snap.

I’m now on the verge of taking a step forward so I can knock his ass out.

I’ve had a lot of sex in my life, but I also don’t want to be essentially a sex toy. I’m not okay with Melody thinking of me that way.

“I want it on record that I’m only here because those dicks are my friends.

I’m not in rotation for monitoring heats.

I’m straight up security. That’s all. Just so you know.

” Damn, that sounded shitty even to my own ears.

But I like Melody as a person. Not that we’ve had all that much time to get to know each other.

I’m not sure why it even matters to me that she knows that.

I’ve known a decent amount of people a lot less time before fucking them, but Melody is very . . . I don’t even know the word for it. Innocent? Sweet?