Page 14 of Enticing Little Omega (Twisted Little Tales #5)

William

I 'd faced down assholes in the boardrooms and braved the deepest, darkest cesspool of humanity to track down and save our Omega. But standing outside Christa's front door, hands sweating like I was eighteen and about to ask my crush to prom.

Next to me, Annerly was fidgeting with the strap of the adorable suspenders I liked so much. His composure was better than mine. Slightly. He offered me a shaky smile, and I caught the faint tremor of nerves through our bond.

We had a wicker basket with hand-picked picnic foods and an insulated pack with different drinks waiting for us in the car.

"You're sure this isn't too much?" he whispered.

"No," I said, though I wasn't sure either. "But we're here now, so let's show our girl what we've got for her."

Annerly nodded once, and I raised my hand to knock.

When the door opened, Christa stood barefoot in the doorway, dressed in a soft sundress that made my breath catch. Her wild, colourful hair was pulled back into a messy top knot that had some soft tendrils escaping at her temples.

She was temptation in the flesh.

"You're here," she said, a tentative smile on her face. "Fuck. You're here. I'm late. Give me five. Am I dressed alright? I'm fine, right?" she rambled, and I instantly felt a bit more at ease knowing our Omega was just as nervous as we were.

"You're perfect," I responded, unable to keep the awe out of my voice.

She blushed a beautiful shade of pink before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"We're just having a picnic," Annerly rushed to tell her. “Honey told us about a place."

Christa's brows lifted. "Of course she did."

"She's very invested in our success," Annerly responded with a more confident grin now.

He wasn't wrong.

We both had grown quite fond of the blonde-haired Omega we'd ended up rescuing while looking for our own princess. I was almost sure she was even more overjoyed about Annerly and I bonding than we ourselves were.

Annerly's comment earned the smallest smile from Christa. She stepped back, opening the door wider. "Give me five minutes?"

"Take your time," I said, and meant it.

We waited while she disappeared into the small apartment, and I tried not to think about how cozy the space felt. It was bright, warm, and welcoming.

Even while on the run, living under a fake identity, she'd made herself a home.

She came back out with a light-weight sweater and an old Nikon camera tucked into her bag. "Okay," she said, still tentative. "Let's get going."

We grabbed the picnic basket and the cooler from the car, and I held out my hand to Christa.

And when she accepted my offer? My damn heart nearly exploded with pride.

The walk wasn't long. And Honey hadn't been exaggerating. This small town had its share of hidden magic. The picnic spot was tucked into a low hill behind the diner, with a patch of wildflowers and a lazy stream cutting through the trees.

We set up under a tree. Annerly laid out the blanket while I unpacked the basket.

Fresh sandwiches, cut fruit, and some delicious-smelling muffins from a bakery Honey had recommended. Even though I wanted nothing more than to spoil our Omega and show her exactly how well we could provide for her as a pack, I'd tried to keep it sweet, simple and low-key. Nothing fancy.

Our sweet, slightly sassy Omega sat between us, legs tucked under her. I couldn't stop watching her. The way the sunlight kissed her skin highlighted the slight smattering of freckles I ached to trace with my fingers, my tongue, my lips.

"So," Christa said eventually, "I think... from what Honey told me... you two are dating, right?"

It was Annerly who answered. "Yes," he said simply. "Although, it's a bit more than dating, as we've bonded. He bit me a short while ago."

Her expression was unreadable, and I ached to pull her closer into my lap so I could at least feel her even if I couldn't feel her emotions.

"We hope that's okay with you," I added, voice softer. "We'd kind of given up hope of ever finding you, and I didn't think it was fair to either of us to wait anymore."

She looked down, tracing patterns on her thigh. "I don't mind. As long as both of you don't mind... me..." She cleared her throat, that delicious blush spreading again. "Ugh, I mean. As long as you guys don't think I'll be trying to get between the two of you."

Annerly coughed, and I could feel his arousal simmering in our bond. "I wouldn't mind feeling you between us," he muttered almost too softly to hear.

Christa snorted, so she'd clearly heard his remark, but instead of making it turn things even more awkward, she smiled at us, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Well... now that I've sufficiently embarrassed myself, I think it's time for you to return the favour. Tell me something. Something... scary to share."

She stared at me, as if daring me to try to shock her.

"I'm a Daddy Dom."

Her eyebrows shot up, her eyes bright with curiosity. "Like you enjoy spanking your partners?"

"It's a bit more than that," I confirmed. "It's not just about sex and stuff happening in the bedroom. I enjoy taking care of people I love. I thrive on the structure, and I love knowing my partner feels safe and cared for."

Her lips parted like she wanted to ask more, so I waited.

"And you?" she asked, glancing at Annerly.

He shrugged, but I recognised his faked nonchalance. "I'm a switch," he said. "It depends on the person, the dynamic, or the mood. But I've enjoyed taking control, and giving it up. But with Mister Bossy Boots over here, it's hard to get him to give over those reins."

"I don't want you to think we're telling you this because we expect something from you," I added quickly. "If it's not something you're interested in, we can get that from each other. We're just sharing about who we are."

Christa was quiet for a beat, chewing her lip. "I don't know that I won't like that," she said finally.

"You don't have to know," I said gently. "You just have to be honest with us. We can try it if you'd like. And if it's not for you, you tell us. No matter what, it will be okay."

I reached for her hand, slowly, giving her every chance to pull away.

She didn't.

"Little Omega," I crooned softly, watching her reaction.

Her breath hitched.

"Come to Daddy," I told her.

That tiny flicker in her eyes. Hunger, hope and confusion. It was all the answer I needed.

She blinked up at me, her cheeks pink. "Say it again?"

I smiled. "Come to Daddy."

She leaned forward, and I closed the distance between us. Our lips met in a soft, tentative kiss. Her fingers curled around mine, and I felt the tremble in her body like a spark jumping skin to skin.

When we pulled apart, Annerly was watching us with warmth in his eyes.

"You can kiss me too, you know," Christa told him, a cheeky glint to her eye.

He laughed in response. "Permission noted, little one."

And then he kissed her, sweet and slow and sure. She made a soft noise against his mouth, a sound that hit me right in the chest. Then her beautiful floral perfume filled the surrounding air, her need making itself known in the most honest, natural way.

We spent the rest of the meal feeding her small bites, brushing shoulders, letting her lean against one or the other of us whenever the mood struck.

She never pulled away.

And not once did she balk at our protective actions.

Her inner Omega had made its choice, even if her mind hadn't caught up yet.

And I'd wait. She would be my Little girl.

She would be ours.

If we could just stay out of our own way.