Page 18 of Enticing Little Omega (Twisted Little Tales #5)

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S he said it so casually, like it wasn't the kind of word that could undo a man.

I growled as I froze mid-reach for the marshmallow bag, the sentence landing with the precision of a sniper shot. Straight to the chest, right through the armor I'd worn around it for as long as I could remember.

And straight to my aching cock.

Christa didn't even look at me. She sat between me and Drew, legs tucked up, eyes on the firelight flickering through the trees, but I saw the smirk playing at the corner of her mouth. She knew what she was doing.

Drew made a sound like he was trying, and failing, not to laugh. "Oh damn, Omega. You've broken him."

"It doesn't take much," she replied tartly. "Plus, I didn't mean to."

Liar.

I looked at her, and she finally turned her head toward me. Her smile was soft but cheeky. That dangerous kind of pretty. Like a flame you knew would burn you, and you still leaned closer.

"You keep teasing me like that," I drawled, "and I'll show you exactly what it means when you call someone Daddy."

Her breath hitched. Just a little. But she didn't look away.

Oh, she was going to be my good, good girl.

I moved before I thought better of it, reaching out and wrapping my arm around her waist. She let out a delighted squeal as I pulled her into my lap, one hand splayed across her lower back, the other tangling gently in the hair at the nape of her neck.

"You like teasing your Alphas, little girl?" I asked against her ear.

She squirmed in my arms, breathless. "Maybe?"

"She definitely does," Drew said, far too entertained. "But I gotta say, it's nice seeing you flustered for once."

I'm not fucking flustered. I scowled at him even as Christa giggled and buried her face in my neck.

"I like knowing I can fluster you, Daddy," she teased, her lips brushing my skin.

I growled. "I'm not fucking flustered."

She giggled again, and the beautiful sound of her laughter made it worth all the teasing.

This time when I growled again it was a soft warning instead. And then I kissed her.

Not soft.

Not tentative.

I kissed her like I'd been starving for it, like I had dreamed of this exact moment every night since we met her and lost her.

She gasped into it, hands gripping the front of my shirt, and then she melted, her body pressing fully into mine. Her perfume filled the air around us, her scent tantalizing and tempting in a way I found impossible to describe.

Sweet little Omega.

Mine.

When I finally pulled back, she blinked up at me, dazed and pink and perfect. I ran my thumb over her cheekbone, savoring the way she leaned into the touch.

"Such a good girl for your Daddy," I breathed.

Her whole body shivered.

Beside us, Drew coughed dramatically. "Okay, okay. I get it. I'll just sit here. Third wheeling. Burning the marshmallows."

Christa giggled again, and turned, reaching for the roasting sticks. "No, no. We're making smores. Come on Daddy Grump. You gotta help a girl out."

Drew snorted. "That name is never going away."

I frowned at him while helping her thread the marshmallows. Drew prepared the chocolate and graham crackers with exaggerated flair as Christa leaned into me, her warmth sinking into my chest like sunlight, and I let myself relax.

Just a little.

For just a moment, I let myself enjoy this with our Omega.

The fire crackled. The scent of sugar and smoke drifted through the air. Christa's fingers were sticky, her laughter easy, and Drew—dammit—made her laugh louder than I ever could.

But that was alright.

He could give her the joy I had trouble with, and I would be there to protect her, cherish her, and care for her.

Not that he couldn't do all those things, too.

She fed Drew a lopsided smore and smeared marshmallow on his cheek on purpose, then gasped in fake innocence when he retaliated by tapping melted chocolate on her nose.

Christa turned to me with a mischievous glint again.

"Help, Daddy Grump. The big bad Alpha is being mean."

I grabbed a graham cracker, swiped a bit of marshmallow from her thumb and popped it in my mouth. Then I leaned in and kissed the chocolate from her nose.

"You started it Little bit," I murmured.

Drew howled with laughter and my pretty Omega pouted at me until I kissed the pout off her face, quickly replacing it with a dazed smile.

We stayed like that for a while, warm and soft and wrapped in firelight, exchanging kisses, barbs and cuddles.

Christa cuddled up between us, sticky fingers tangled with mine, her cheek against Drew's shoulder, and her breath slow and steady. She was content.

And with her in my arms, I finally was too.

I hadn't known if I'd ever feel this again. This contentment. This peace. Not without our Omega. Not without my little naughty girl.

But if we did things right, we wouldn't need to try again.

After a while, her body relaxed completely in my embrace, and she gave me her full weight. When a quiet snore filled the air, I had to suppress the urge to chuckle.

"I think we tired her out."

"Not quite how I pictured us tiring her out, but I'll take it," Drew returned with a rueful chuckle.

"Do we let her sleep or wake her to go back?" I was torn in two, because having her cuddled up to me like this was the answer to every prayer I've ever had.

"I think, brother-mine, you're supposed to pick up our girl, cradle her against your chest and carry her off into the moonlight."

Well, I suppose he wasn't wrong. We could do that.

We would do that.

We did do that.

I held our girl, keeping her warm and safe as Drew banked and killed the fire, and then packed up all our stuff. With slow careful steps we made our way back to the cabin where both Annerly and William were waiting on the porch to say goodnight.

When they saw the sleeping Omega, they opened up the front door without a word and led the way inside.

There really was no question.

No way were we going to give up the chance to hold her close.

The cabin we'd rented came with a small nest, nothing fancy, and very basic, but the bed was big enough for all five of us to get into. I gently placed Christa down in the middle before taking off my shoes, jeans and shirt so I could curl up next to her again in my boxers.

When I pulled her against me, she turned around, digging her face into my chest, her nose rooting around for my scent, and the feeling of our Omega tucked against me had a purr rumbling through my chest almost instantly.

I was out before the others even joined us in the bed.