Page 26 of Enticing Little Omega (Twisted Little Tales #5)

Christa

T he nest smelled like us.

Warm and musky, sweet and sharp. Slick, sweat and sex. The whole thing was soaked in it—sheets tangled, shirts rumpled, skin pressed against skin. I could barely tell where I ended, and they began.

And I didn’t want to.

Someone’s chest was at my back. Annerly, I thought. His scent was softer than the others, like warm cuddles and safety. Anton's arms were around my waist, his knot still swollen, keeping us locked together while my thighs trembled in the aftermath.

I was full. Stretched. Slick dripping down my thighs, my lips swollen and used—but my body still hummed, still craved.

Still needed.

I whimpered and tried to shift, but even that small movement made my belly cramp and my cunt flutter.

“Easy Little bit,” Anton murmured against my neck, kissing behind my ear. His voice was gravel-rough, wrecked from groaning my name into every corner of this nest.

As his knot slipped out, William came into the nest with a tray of food.

I groaned in protest.

“You’ve got to eat something, little Omega. I know it’s hard, but we’ve got to take care of you.”

“Nooo,” I groaned, curling tighter into Anton. “Don't wanna.”

“You say that now,” Annerly’s voice came from behind me, teasing and gentle, “but give it ten minutes and you’ll be crying for cock again, but you won't have the energy to keep going.”

I flushed, equal parts mortified and achingly turned on. Because he wasn’t wrong.

“I can feed her,” Drew said from somewhere near the edge of the nest. I opened my eyes to find him shirtless, flushed, sitting cross-legged with a bowl in one hand and a water bottle in the other. “Come on, sweetheart. Just a few bites.”

I blinked at him, dazed. “You made soup?”

He grinned, sheepish and unbearably sweet. “Well. William heated it up. But I stirred it really good. And blew on it to cool it down for you.”

The laughter bubbled out of me before I could stop it. It hurt a little, but it also felt amazing. I felt held. Cared for. Worshipped.

Claimed.

“All right,” I whispered, reaching a trembling hand toward him. “But yes, you do have to feed me.”

“Deal,” Drew said immediately, crawling closer.

Anton growled playfully, nipping at my shoulder. “Spoiled little Omega.”

“Grumpy Daddy,” I mumbled through a smile.

Their growls rumbled in harmony around me and somewhere, deep in my belly, the next wave of heat began to stir.

I managed a few spoonfuls of soup before the hunger in my belly twisted from food to something deeper. Something primal.

Drew was spooning in another when I whimpered and pressed my thighs together. The bowl clattered softly as he set it aside, his eyes going dark with understanding.

“Looks like we're heading for the next round,” William murmured, his hand smoothing over my belly. “Good girl for eating first.”

I nodded, breath hitching. “Hot. I’m all hot and achy, Daddy.” I would have hated the whine in my voice if I didn't know that they were there for me, no matter what.

Annerly’s hands were already moving, gently stroking down my body. “That’s it, little one. Let us take care of you. Let us bring you through it.”

“I can’t—” My voice broke as the first cramp rolled through me, molten and sharp. “Too much.”

William’s voice went firm, his Alpha command coating every word. “No, baby. Not too much. We’ve got you. You’re not alone anymore.”

The reminder hit somewhere deep inside me, making my eyes sting. I still couldn't believe I had everything I’d ever longed for.

“I love you,” I gasped before I could stop myself. “I love you all so much.”

The silence that followed was thick and sacred.

Then William kissed me like I’d given him the stars.

“I love you too, little Omega,” he whispered against my lips. “So fucking much.”

Annerly pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “So do I, princess. And I’ll keep saying it every damn day until the day we all die."

Drew’s fingers stroked my cheek, his gaze soft. “Forever, Christa. You’re not going anywhere. You’re ours.”

Another cramp stole my breath, and suddenly their hands were everywhere—stroking, soothing, worshipping. I was being lifted, laid flat against the nest, my thighs parted and pinned wide by warm, strong hands. My slick was already leaking again, hot and slippery as Drew settled between my legs.

“Can I?” he asked, voice cracking with restraint.

“Yes,” I whispered. “Please. I want you.”

He sank into me slowly, reverently, his big hands bracketing my hips as if I were something holy. His cock stretched me open all over again, delicious and devastating. I moaned, back arching, my fingers scrabbling for something to hold.

William took one hand. Annerly the other. Their warmth grounded me as Drew began to move.

It was different this time. Less desperation. More worship.

Drew kissed nose, cheek, eyes. He whispered things I couldn’t make out, but his voice alone made me clench around him.

“I’ve dreamed about this,” he confessed, his voice ragged. “Dreamed about you. The way you’d feel. The way you’d look when I made you come.”

His thumb found my clit and I cried out, heat roaring through me like wildfire. He didn’t stop. Just kept murmuring sweet, filthy praise until I shattered around him.

My orgasm hit like a wave breaking on the shore—relentless, cleansing, inevitable.

Drew groaned, burying himself deep with one final thrust his knot slipped in, and I felt the hot rush of his release coating my insides.

He held me like I might float away.

And when Anton climbed into the nest next to me, spooning my trembling body into his massive chest, I whimpered again—needy, wrung out, but not done.

Never done.

Not with them.

When Drew's knot finally slipped free and he left me aching and empty, Anton was quick to replace him.

Quick to fill me, fuck me and make me feel how much they loved me.