Page 24 of Enticing Little Omega (Twisted Little Tales #5)

Christa

I t started like static. A tingle beneath my skin that wouldn’t ease, a restless ache building between my thighs that made me want to climb out of myself.

The hoodie I wore felt too thick, too scratchy, the weight of my bra like a cage I needed to escape.

I kicked off my pants, practically ripped off the hoodie and took off the bra so quickly that I was worried I might have ripped it.

I curled into the soft haven I'd built for myself, my nose rooting into the shirt I'd hidden under one of the pillows. A needy whimper slipped from my lips, startling me as I pushed in deeper into my new safe space.

My nest.

The word should have felt foreign, but it didn’t. It felt like something that had always belonged to me but had been hidden away for so long I’d nearly forgotten. Now, surrounded by plush blankets and pillows it was like a long lost memory surfacing. The feeling was so foreign.

Terrifying.

What the fuck was happening?

I was just trying to breathe when the door opened and Annerly stepped inside.

His eyes locked on me instantly, scanning the flush on my cheeks, the bare legs tangled in blankets, the way my fingers gripped the edge of his shirt like it was a lifeline.

“Oh, baby,” he said gently, crouching by the edge of the nest. “You’re feeling it, aren’t you?”

I stared at him, my throat dry. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

He reached out, brushing hair back from my damp forehead. “There’s nothing wrong with you, Christa. It’s your heat.”

I stiffened. Every muscle in my body locked down and my breath caught in my chest.

“No,” I whispered. “No, it can’t be. I’m on suppressants. I’ve been on them for years. This isn’t—I can’t—”

“It’s okay,” Annerly said, his voice like velvet. Calm, warm. Reassuring. “It’s called a breakthrough heat. It happens when your body pushes past the meds. And it’s not your fault. Christa, look at me.”

I tried, but my vision was blurring. Shame burned hotter than the fire in my gut. “I didn’t mean to… I didn’t know. I’m sorry. I should go. I should get out of here before I make things worse.”

“Hey.” Annerly moved fast, sliding into the nest beside me, pulling me gently into his lap.

His arms were solid around me, anchoring me while my body tried to come apart.

“You’re not going anywhere. You hear me?

This is your home. Your nest. And your pack is right here, ready to help you through this.

More than that, princess, we're excited to spend it with you.”

Tears welled in my eyes. “But I’m a mess. I’m not ready. I’ve never had one before.”

“Shhh, sweetheart.” He rocked me slowly. “There's nothing to be scared of. We know how important this is and that it’s your first. We’re honoured that you’re sharing it with us.”

I blinked at him, stunned, his words finally penetrating. “Honoured?”

Annerly smiled, his hand stroking down my spine. “Of course. You think we don’t understand what this means? An Omega’s first heat is sacred. You’re letting us be here for something intimate and powerful. That means everything, Christa.”

I swallowed hard, the knot in my chest loosening just a little. I didn’t know if I deserved that kind of reverence. But Annerly believed it, and I believed in him.

He pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes. “We’ll go slow. You’ll tell us what you need. Nothing happens without your consent, ever. Okay?”

I nodded, my throat tight. “Okay.”

“And right now?” he asked, his nose brushing mine. “What do you need, princess?”

I didn’t know how to say it. Didn’t know how to admit that I needed touch. Skin. Warmth. Them.

So I just whispered, “Touch me. Please.”

And he did.

He curled up behind me in the nest, one strong arm wrapped around my waist, his scent flooding the space. I felt his hand wrap around my waist, under my shirt, gently rubbing at a stomach that was starting to cramp more and more with each passing minute.

“The others are coming,” he murmured against my hair.

My heart beat faster. Not with fear. With want. A need so fierce a whine built in my chest.

And this time, I didn’t fight it.

When the door opened and three large, impossibly aroused Alphas fell into my nest. I couldn't do anything but giggle at the sight they made.

William was clutching arms full of clothes, and the twins each had another bundle of blankets that smelled like...

"Mine!" I growled as I jumped from the nest, grabbing the wonderful gifts they'd brought me.

I didn't wait for further permission. Letting my instincts take over I dropped to my knees in the middle of the room, tearing into the bundles like a wild thing.

Clothes were everywhere. Soft cotton shirts, flannels, a hoodie that smelled so delicious I could drown in it and a cornucopia of other clothing items.

I buried my face in all of it, dragging in a greedy breath that made my thighs clench and my nipples tighten.

"Oh, little Omega," William rumbled behind me, voice hoarse with restraint.

But I wasn't thinking right then, not really. Not yet.

All my focus was on my nest.

I moved on instinct, grabbing the best smelling items and tucking them into the blankets, layering and folding until their scent was woven through every thread.

I took Annerly's hoodie and lined the edge of the nest with it, then added William's soft black tee under some pillows next to Annerly's first shirt.

There was arousal, yes. My body was humming with it, buzzing like a live wire. But more than that, it was need . Deep and primal. This wasn't just about sex. It was about making this room mine .

They stood there, watching me, reverent and still, and I loved them even more for it.

Yes. Loved.

I would deal with that after all of this heat business.

Christa didn't exist right then. She couldn't. Her rules and reason brought panic and logic. I had to leave Christa behind so the Omega could for once have what she needed.

I crawled back into the middle of the nest once I was satisfied, and laid on my back, breathing hard, eyes fluttering shut as their scents soaked into me from every side.

"Goddess, she's beautiful," Drew whispered.

I cracked open one eye to find all four of them standing, frozen at the edge like they were afraid to move.

"Are you just going to stand there?" I rasped, voice rough and thick. "or are you going to come in here, and touch me?"

It was like a spell breaking.

Suddenly they were moving, rushed, quick, getting rid of their clothes.

Within moments I had four naked men standing in front of me, ready to show me exactly how cherished I was.

And for once, I actually thought I might believe it.