Page 15 of Enticing Little Omega (Twisted Little Tales #5)

Christa

B y the time we got back to my apartment, I was floating.

Not in the dreamy, disassociated way I sometimes got when I was overwhelmed, but warm and weightless.

Like all the tension I carried in my shoulders had been gently lifted away by soft touches, sweet kisses, and the kind of attention that felt as nourishing as it was dangerous. And delicious.

And the best part?

They didn't push.

Not even once.

Even when I'd practically melted between them after the second kiss.

My body betrayed me and bloomed with my lusty perfume, slick filling my panties in a way that would have had me embarrassed if I wasn't wearing the special underwear Honey had gifted me with a grin.

But even then, they didn't rush me or make me feel pressured in any way.

They just held me, fed me and made me feel cherished.

In a way, I hadn't felt since before my mom passed away.

Now, back inside my apartment I stood awkwardly in the center of the room, unsure what to do with my hands or my racing pulse. "Can I get you something? Water? Tea?"

My voice came out too high, too breathy. William's brows lifted slightly, amused. Annerly leaned against my kitchen counter, and the way he stood there made it look like he belonged there.

"We're fine, Little Omega," William said, voice low and smooth like velvet.

A shiver ran through me at the pet name again.

Little Omega.

Goddess.

I didn't know what it was about the way he said it, like it was a gift instead of a nickname, but I wanted to hear it again. And again.

Maybe even whispered against my neck before he bit me, claimed me, made me his.

It was time to be brave.

"I like it when you call me that," I admitted softly.

William stepped closer, eyes dark and golden. "Yeah?" He reached for my wrist, slowly, and pulled me gently into his arms. "It suits you perfectly." His hand moved to the small of my back, anchoring me to him. I didn't fight the pull. I didn't want to.

Annerly appeared on my other side, his hand skimming up my bare arm. "We had a good day today," he murmured, brushing a kiss against my temple. "We don't want to push, take things too far. But we do want to just hold you for a bit more."

The way they talked, it was reverent, almost indulgent. Like I was something precious instead of something broken.

I craved more of that feeling and my body buzzed from all the attention, warmth pooling low in my belly. I felt soft, needy, and exposed. But safe.

That was the dangerous part.

"I'd..." I paused, licking my lips. "I'd like that. If you stayed a little longer."

William's gaze sharpened. "Are you sure, baby? And what would you like us to do if we stayed longer?"

"I don't know," I whispered. "But after spending the afternoon with you, I don't want to be alone tonight. I want to be held. Touched."

Annerly's smile turned wicked-sweet. "Well, would you look at that little princess. That just so happens to be our specialty."

They led me to the couch, and I was thankful for it, because I wasn't sure if I'd be able to stop myself from taking things even further in the bedroom.

William settled behind me first, drawing me against his chest, his hands wrapping around my waist. I could feel the strength of him, solid and unyielding.

Annerly kneeled in front of me on the floor, cupping my face between his hands.

"Still doing okay, princess?"

I nodded, and he kissed me silly.

There was absolutely nothing tentative about this one. His mouth was warm and sure, and when he licked softly at my lower lip, I whimpered and opened for him.

I felt more than heard William's growl behind me, a possessive sound that only made the ache in my core deepen.

"You taste... sinful," Annerly murmured against my lips.

"Sinful enough to tempt you?" I asked, my voice breathy and thready.

He grinned. "Sinful enough to sell my soul for just one more taste."

William's hands roamed gently up my thighs now, beneath the hem of my sundress. Not high enough to cross any lines... but more than enough to make me wish he would be just a smidge less gentlemanly.

"Colour, baby?" he asked against my ear, his voice like warm honey.

We'd gone over a few things while talking on our picnic, as I was open to trying things out with them. And as such we'd discussed a few limits, some safewords and just general safety guidelines.

"Green," I paused, hesitating on the one word he'd mentioned I could use when ready, "Daddy."

He purred, the rumble hitting me in a way that was indescribable. His fingers traced slow, delicious circles against the backs of my knees, drawing tiny sounds from my throat that I barely recognized as my own.

Annerly leaned in and kissed my shoulder, then lower, dragging the strap of my dress down slowly with his teeth. "We'll stop whenever you need, princess," he murmured. "We're just going to explore and show you how precious you are."

And when William called me his girl again, and Annerly kissed his way down my neck, I let go of every ounce of hesitation I'd been carrying.

Strong, sure fingers travelled up, up, up higher until they reached the hem of my soft cotton underwear. They teased at the elastic, their touch so light at times I felt like I was imagining it.

At the same time, Annerly's lips moved over every bit of naked skin it could find from my neck to my shoulder.

It was pure torture.

I never wanted it to end.

Unless they took it further.

Dear goddess, I hoped they would just take it further.

A low whine escaped me when I felt like I would fall apart with the need building up inside me. A fierce need that made no bloody sense because they hadn't even touched me in any real naughty way.

"What's wrong, princess?" Annerly asked, smirking at me.

I threw my head back, resting it against William's shoulder and scowled at him. "You know what's wrong." I pouted.

William chuckled before asking. "What's your colour, little one?"

Ugh. "Green," I said petulantly. And oh my goodness... Was I actually pouting?

Both men chuckled again before Annerly's lips moved back to its slow torture again.

This time, though, he focused his attention on the hem of my sundress right above my cleavage. His wet, warm tongue traced the edges, drawing a soft moan from me.

"Do you like that? When our Beta licks those pretty tits of yours?" William asked in my ear, his words a soft whisper, causing a shiver to run through me. "Do you want him to take them out and suck on your perfect nipples, little one?"

I pushed my chest out, arching my back in response.

The combination of Annerly's tongue and William's fingers hovering on the edges of what was 'appropriate' was driving me insane. My body was catching flame, and my Omega wanted more.

I felt needy.

Empty.

Ready for more.

But the knowledge that it wasn't up to me, that for once I didn't have to make the choice was so freeing that I couldn't even ask them for more.

And then I didn't need to because William's fingers slipped into my panties, heading straight for my little nub right as Annerly's mouth covered my nipple over my sundress.

The sudden onslaught of sensation was so overwhelming that I lost it completely, my core clenching around nothingness as I came, slick pouring out.