Page 19 of Enticing Little Omega (Twisted Little Tales #5)

Christa

I woke slowly, surfacing through warmth and comfort like drifting up from a deep, sweet dream. My body was heavy with sleep, but not in a bad way.

It was safe.

Comforting.

Everything I didn't know I was missing.

Okay, who was I kidding? I knew I was missing it, I just ignored how much I craved it.

The room was dim, the curtains drawn against the light, but it was warm and quiet. We were in a nest.

I've never been in one.

Never even thought this would be in the cards for me.

Someone was breathing softly against the back of my neck, and another arm was thrown across my waist. My legs were tangled with someone else's, and the slow rise and fall of deep breaths surrounded me like waves.

Their scents were everywhere, surrounding me, settling into me, in a way that I hoped I would never get rid of.

I opened my eyes to take a peek at the man holding me.

Anton.

He had one arm under my head and the other across my stomach, holding me close, but not too tight. Just enough to make sure I knew I belonged there. Drew was behind me, his leg tossed carelessly over mine, his hand resting on my hip.

Holy shit. Was this real?

It certainly felt like a dream. A fantasy of some kind.

I'd always been a Beta, so I never had wishes for packs and pack life.

Now here I was. In a nest. With my pack.

I could really have a fucking pack.

I blinked against the soft morning light filtering through the edges of the curtains. William and Annerly were curled together on the other side of the bed, still asleep, their hands linked where they rested between them. My heart gave a strange, aching flutter.

This could really all be mine.

Anton stirred as I shifted slightly. His breath warmed the back of my neck, and then he nuzzled into me, half asleep but still instinctively scent marking me.

"Morning, Little bit," he murmured, voice rough with sleep.

I smiled, my eyes fluttering shut again. I hummed before muttering only one word. "Daddy."

That earned me a low, satisfied purr from his chest. I felt it right in my belly and maybe in a certain other part of my anatomy too.

Drew stretched behind me with a groan. "Mmm. Morning pretty. Did you sleep well?"

I hummed in response, still too warm and floaty to really think about responding.

"She looks all rumpled and sleepy. Perfect little Omega," came Annerly's voice, gentle and amused.

And filled with so much awe, I could feel my cheeks redden with a blush.

I turned my head and found him propped up on one elbow, his dark eyes soft as he looked at me. William was still half asleep, face buried in Annerly's shoulder.

"Hmmm," I responded, not quite ready to go verbal yet.

They didn't press. Just smiled at me, and slowly, the morning began to move around me while I stayed still, safe, comfortable.

Daddy Grump shifted to kiss my shoulder, then my temple. Drew nuzzled into my hair and Annerly stretched and murmured something to William, who only grunted and pulled him closer.

No one asked anything of me.

No one expected me to do or be anything other than what I was in that moment.

Safe and happy.

For a few long peaceful minutes, I just enjoyed it. I was cared for.

And then it hit me.

This is what Honey had spoken about. Being... little. Not regressed exactly, not the way I imagined it happened when Daddies and littles had a scene. But quiet. Floaty. Peaceful. I had no cares, no worries. All the problems and stresses were someone else’s.

Eventually, Anton gently pushed my hair back from my face. "You doing okay, Little bit?"

I nodded slowly. Hummed again.

Drew brushed his knuckles over my cheek. "She's beautiful, isn't she? The most perfect Omega in the world. Exactly right for us.

"You've got that right," Daddy William rumbled, finally awake. His voice was hoarse, heavy with sleep. " Our Omega."

A wave of affection rushed through me so strongly I nearly teared up. But the big emotions ran over me, not overwhelming me like it might have in the past.

Eventually, someone's stomach growled, and a few low chuckles rolled through the room.

I realised it was mine, but couldn't find it in me to be embarrassed.

"Does our girl want some breakfast?"

I snuggled in closer to Daddy Grump in response to his question before nodding against his chest.

"How about some waffles?" Drew asked, and I wiggled in excitement.

"Waffles," Annerly agreed.

We all stirred slowly, each man in the pack spoiling me with soft touches, kisses, and whispered words as they got up.

I stayed a moment longer, wrapping the blanket covered in their scents around myself.

When I couldn't hide out any longer I padded out to the kitchen, still wrapped in the blanket, my body loose and soft with sleep. I dropped into the chair they offered me without thinking, letting my bare toes curl against the warm wood floor.

William set a plate of waffles down in front of me. Steam curled up in the golden morning light.

"Eat, sweetheart. You need something in your belly."

I blinked down at the food for a moment, the realness of it all finally landing. The comfort. The safety.

I picked up my fork, took a bite, and finally found my voice. "What now?"

The pack stilled. Four pairs of eyes turned toward me with varying degrees of tenderness and surprise.

Annerly leaned forward, hand warm over mine. "Now we talk. About what you want. What we want. How we make this work as a pack."

Drew grinned. "Hopefully, after we're all filled with our waffles."

Anton just gave me a soft grunt and kept piling bacon on my plate while William leaned against the counter, watching me with steady eyes.

I looked around at all of them, at this warm kitchen filled with a pack that was everything I could have ever wanted.

I've never been so scared in my life.

"Okay," I whispered. "Let's talk."