Page 17 of Santas' Elf

And Warren gave Benny the space to be exuberant. Our sweet omega loved to flit from topic to topic, absorbing information like a sponge, analyzing it, and giving a reasoned opinion. Then he’d discuss his thoughts with one or both of us.

He’d once mentioned wanting to be a journalist, and I could see that in him.

“Pete?”

I blinked and realized that Warren was talking to me. “Sorry, what?”

He chuckled. “You zoned out, didn’t you?”

My face heated. “Yeah.”

“I asked Benny if he planned to watch that new show. Then I asked if you were ok with him coming over tomorrow night for us to watch together.”

A smile spread across my face. “Of course!”

Benny grinned at me. “I can’t wait! Most of my friends don’t watch sci-fi and I never have anybody to talk to about it.”

“Oh Pete barely pays attention,” Warren clarified. “He tries, but I’ve lost count of the number of times he’s fallen asleep during anything science-fiction.”

“Hey!” I protested, though I couldn’t deny the accusations.

Benny laughed. “Sounds like you’re off the hook for discussions then.”

I pouted. “Denied. You’ll both have to put up with my snores.”

Both my men burst into laughter, and I grinned. It was all soright.

Chapter 12 - Warren

Ipulled a blanket over both Benny and Pete.

Pete—as usual—had tried to pay attention, but had passed out only a couple of episodes into the new series. Benny had lasted longer, but the long days had caught up to him, and, at some point, he’d curled up against Pete’s chest and had fallen asleep as well.

They were fucking adorable like that. Pete’s white beard meant he still had the Santa look, and Benny was still elfish, even out of costume.

I grabbed my phone and took a photo of the two of them—my men.

There was no going back, for any of us. That was clear. I’d only known Benny for a month, but he was one of my mates, I knew that to my core. He was our omega.

It was obvious he felt the same. He’d let out so many soft sighs of contentment while cuddled between us that nobody could question his happiness.

We hadn’t had sex yet—probably because we were busy working and our relationship was so new—but it was coming,and soon. I could feel it in the way he melted into kisses, letting out a tiny whimper every time we parted.

Plus his pre-heat scent deepened by the day. He might not be ready—we had yet to discuss it with him—but I had the feeling that we’d be spending Christmas mostly inside him.

Benny grumbled and tried to burrow further under the blanket for a few seconds before his brown eyes cracked open. “Isitover?” he mumbled.

I leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I turned it off after you fell asleep.”

He nodded, then let out a long breath. He sat up and looked around. “I… I guess I should go home.”

“You can stay,” I offered. “We’d love to have you. And if you’re not ready to share a bed, the guest bedroom is clean.”

He flushed. “I think… not tonight.”

“You sure?”

His blush deepened. “I… don’t know if I’d be able to hold back if I stayed. You two smell too good, and…” He rubbed the back of his neck. “My heat is kinda coming up. I think it’ll start on Christmas, maybe late Christmas Eve.”