Page 25 of Enticing Little Omega (Twisted Little Tales #5)

William

T he moment she said it... ' Or are you going to come in here, and touch me?' Something shifted in the air. Not just the heat curling off her skin or the sweet, thick scent of her slick saturating the room. No, it was something deeper. Spiritual. Elemental.

Our Omega had called us to her nest.

I barely remembered getting undressed. Just the sound of fabric hitting the floor, the hitch in her breath as she looked at us—eyes heavy-lidded, cheeks flushed, thighs parted ever so slightly in invitation. She was the most breathtaking thing I’d ever seen, and she was mine.

Ours.

But goddess, I’d give anything to have her say it out loud. Or even better yet... lay claim to us.

She lay sprawled across the nest like a dream, her slight curves framed in soft fabric and our clothes, her skin glowing with need. Her usually floral scent was dizzying—warm, sexy and inviting. I swore I could taste it in the back of my throat.

And yet, we didn’t dare rush her.

Drew and Anton hovered like statues, waiting for a cue. Annerly’s hand brushed my arm as we exchanged a look. We’d talked about this—how it had to be her pace, her choice, every step of the way.

Still, my body ached.

My cock was already hard, straining with need, my knot a pulsing entity on its own, begging for attention from our sweet girl, but I didn’t move. Not until she reached for me.

She stretched her arms above her head, rolling slightly to one side to face me. “William?” Her voice was wrecked. Needy. Hopeful.

“Yes, little Omega?” I stepped forward slowly, sinking down beside her on the edge of the nest.

Her fingers grazed my chest, featherlight. “I ache.”

That was all the permission I needed.

I leaned over her, one hand braced beside her head, the other cradling her cheek. She nuzzled into my palm, her lips parting on a sigh.

“You’re sure?” I asked softly, my forehead touching hers. “You still get to change your mind.”

“I don’t want to.” Her eyes searched mine, shining. “I want you. Please. Please, Daddy.”

That word— Daddy —shattered what little restraint I had left. But I held it together. For her.

“Good girl,” I whispered, pressing my lips to hers in the softest, slowest kiss I’d ever given. Her whole body melted into mine with a whimper, one leg hooking around my hip like instinct had taken over completely.

I kissed her again, deeper this time. Let her taste my hunger, let her feel the depth of my reverence. She wasn’t just a body, a heat, a rut waiting to happen. She was sacred. Ours to protect. Ours to worship.

My hand slid under her shirt—Annerly’s shirt—and up her belly, feeling the heat of her skin. She arched into the touch, her breath catching when I cupped her breast and dragged my thumb across her nipple.

“Such a perfect little Omega,” I murmured, kissing down her throat. “So soft. So ready. Do you know how beautiful you are when you beg for me?”

She moaned, trembling.

I moved lower, worshipping every inch of her on the way. Kissing. Licking. Nipping. I wanted her marked with pleasure, soaked in love. Her legs fell open when I kissed the inside of her thigh, her hands sinking into my hair.

“Mine,” I growled, just before I tasted her for the first time.

And it was everything I ever imagined it would be... and so much more.

Annerly joined us in the nest, his naked body curling up next to our Omega, his hands cupping her delicate breasts, holding them, shaping them, worshipping them.

With the two most important people in the world in front of me, I felt like all my dreams had come true and I didn't know who to thank for it.

I slipped a finger into Christa's warm, wet heat, as my mouth latched onto clit, sucking it into my mouth, drawing a mewling whine from my Omega.

"That's it, princess. Let your Daddy make you feel good," Annerly whispered to her just before he claimed her mouth in a soul-searing kiss.

My Omega cried out as I tasted her—sharp, sweet, and helpless. Her hips bucked, slick coating my lips, and I held her open, laving my tongue across her folds with a slow, thorough hunger that had her squirming.

“Daddy—!” she gasped, clutching the blankets with shaking fingers.

I groaned into her, drunk on her scent, on the way her body bowed for me like it had always known mine. Her thighs quivered as I sucked gently on her clit, slow pulses that had her whimpering my name between sobs of pleasure.

“You’re so good for me, little Omega,” I murmured, voice thick. “So perfect. I could eat you forever.”

She moaned, raw and needy, her head thrashing side to side in the nest. I slid one finger inside her, slow and careful, giving her time to adjust. She clenched down around me, tight and wet and so ready .

“William,” Annerly said quietly. “She needs you.”

I looked up at them—her flushed skin, trembling thighs, the way her hands reached blindly for something to hold.

She needed more.

She needed me .

"Hush, little one, Daddy's got you," I soothed her as I moved up the bed, thrusting into her in one smooth motion.

She was so fucking tight. So perfect. Wet, warm and welcoming.

"Fuck, yes, fuck," I ground out, using every ounce of my self control to not come in mere minutes like an inexperienced school boy.

"More," Christa cried out, head thrashing from side to side, her body flushed with heat, and before I could give any of the others instruction, Anton was there, cock in hand, kneeling next to our girl.

"I have what you need, Little bit. Open up that mouth for me, Omega. Let me fill it."

At his command, Christa zeroed in on him, turning her gaze on the big, hulking man. Without further instruction, she opened her mouth wide, and practically sucked him down her throat by the groan he let out.

"Such a good girl for Daddy," he praised her as I started slowly thrusting into the tightest pussy I've ever had.

"Fuck yes, the best little girl," I murmured as I bottomed out again. "Now you're going to be extra good and take a good pounding, because there's no way I'm going to be able to take things slow."

And I don't.

As Anton fucks Christa's throat, I lay claim to her cunt in a way that will hopefully leave a permanent mark on her soul.

We haven't talked about bonding yet, and I know we can't do it in a heat haze, but fuck, I want nothing more than to feel her inside me, the way I do Annerly.

The man in question looks up at me and sends a pulse of love and lust through our bond before moving back to the tits he'd been praising with his mouth.

Christa's fingers dug into his hair, holding him there, and as I grabbed hold of her hips, wrapping her legs around my waist, Drew joined us in the nest, his own hard cock in his hand as he slowly jacked it to the vision in front of us.

My spine started tingling, and I flicked Christa's clit in time with my thrusts, desperate to have her clutch my cock with her pretty pussy.

My pack mate bent over us, his mouth replacing my finger, his mouth latching on her clit and she went off like fireworks.

Her orgasm had another rush of perfume filling the room around us, and I gave one last thrust, my knot slipping in, locking my cock and cum in her pussy.

Her cries filled the room, as Anton pulled out of her mouth, and gave his own erection a few more pumps before spilling his seed on Christa's chest.