Page 22 of Enticing Little Omega (Twisted Little Tales #5)

Anton

T he gravel crunched under the tires as we pulled into the driveway, the pack house rising behind the trees like something half-forgotten and half-sacred.

Home, I guessed. Or at least I had a hope it would be again.

If she chose to stay.

Christa had fallen asleep against my chest during the last bit of the drive, her breath warm at my collar, her scent... enticing. Dangerous after so long enclosed in the car with us. It was almost like it was more potent somehow.

I didn't want to move, but Drew cut the engine, and she slowly blinked up at me, disoriented and adorably soft. "Daddy Grump?"

"We're here," I told her before placing a careful kiss on the tip of her nose.

She stretched like a kitten, and the hem of her shirt lifted enough to show a peek of skin. I looked away because goddess help me; I had very little control left when it came to the tasty morsel that was our Omega.

"I fell asleep," she murmured. "And drooled," she grumped as she looked at the wet spot on my shirt. Her pout was so adorable I couldn't help myself and grabbed her chin to claim her mouth in a sleepy, languid, exploratory kiss.

We pulled away, both of us breathless, and my cock an aching, pulsing presence between us.

"Are you going to let me see the house, Daddy Grump?" Christa asked, her pout still present.

The house loomed outside, a warm sunset highlighting the building from behind. I hated how suddenly unsure I felt about it. We hadn't prepared anything for her.

The Omega wing was untouched. After William and Annerly left, neither Drew nor I could stomach the thought of touching it.

And what if she hated the house? What if our home wasn't good enough?'

Drew opened the back door of the car with a flourish and seemingly none of the angst I was feeling. "Welcome home, pretty."

Christa pushed me out of the car so she could follow suit, but unable to let go completely I picked her up the minute we she was out of the car.

"I can walk, you know?" she told me, a mock frown on her face.

I kissed it away before responding. "You can, but I'd much rather have you in my arms, so why should you walk?"

She frowned at me again, but I turned her face to look at the house, carefully keeping my attention on her. I needed to see what her reaction was.

I waited for the wrinkle of her nose. The cringe. The polite smile.

Instead, her eyes lit up with wonder as she whispered. "It's stunning. Now stop being silly and let me down or take me inside so I can see my new home, okay, Daddy Grump?"

I was powerless to resist.

The second we stepped into the house, Christa took a deep breath. "It smells like... home."

Something cracked open in my chest.

After she once again insisted I put her down, we gave her the full tour.

Christa padded barefoot through the rooms, touching everything and carefully scent-marking it. When we reached the sunroom, she gasped. Not loudly, not theatrically. Just one of those quiet, stunned little sounds that felt more real than words.

"They're... all... me!" She turned around and looked at Drew with so much emotion that it took my breath away.

My twin blushed at her attention, and when she turned her attention back to all the paintings lined against the wall. All the paintings he's been doing nonstop for the last two years of our Omega.

Christa turned slowly, her face taking it all in.

I should have been jealous at the awe I saw directed at my brother, and maybe I would have been if she didn't turn that same expression on me.

We ended the tour in her wing in her room.

A blank canvas of space with a bare mattress and nothing else.

My stomach twisted. We didn't even have any blankets on the bed. And the nest was even more bare than this.

"It's not much," I pushed out. "Yet."

She turned in a slow circle, then smiled at me.

"It will be," she told us. "It already feels more like mine than anywhere I've ever lived, including my apartment with Honey."

We left her to unpack then, and I lingered in the hallway a bit longer than I should have, just listening to the sounds of her moving around.

After a while—a very non-creepy amount of time—I made my way down to the kitchen where I joined the others. Drew offered me an open beer.

"I forgot how bare her rooms were," I told them. "We need to fix it. And the nest. Fuck, the nest needs to be done, and soon."

All of my pack members agreed with me.

"And she needs a darkroom," I growled before downing half the beer.

William blinked. "A what now?"

"A darkroom. You know, for photography. Little bit prefers shooting with film. So she needs a place to develop it."

Drew leaned forward, intrigued. "There's a great space in the basement. The old storage room. No windows. It has great ventilation."

"I'll handle the nest and her room," Annerly said, already pulling out his phone. "I have someone that can come here, and consult with her, get her what she wants.

"Drew and I will handle the darkroom while you work on the legalities of keeping her here with us," I told William.

He responded with a look that was almost a smile. "Look at you, being all bossy boots. Being an Alpha Daddy looks good on you."

I ignored him. "I'll be whatever our Omega needs. And right now she needs someone that helps turn this house into her home."

And I'll be damned if I fail at this one singularly important job.