Page 30 of Enticing Little Omega
She blushed a beautiful shade of pink before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"We're just having a picnic," Annerly rushed to tell her. “Honey told us about a place."
Christa's brows lifted. "Of course she did."
"She's very invested in our success," Annerly responded with a more confident grin now.
He wasn't wrong.
We both had grown quite fond of the blonde-haired Omega we'd ended up rescuing while looking for our own princess. I was almost sure she was even more overjoyed about Annerly and I bonding than we ourselves were.
Annerly's comment earned the smallest smile from Christa. She stepped back, opening the door wider. "Give me five minutes?"
"Take your time," I said, and meant it.
We waited while she disappeared into the small apartment, and I tried not to think about how cozy the space felt. It was bright, warm, and welcoming.
Even while on the run, living under a fake identity, she'd made herself a home.
She came back out with a light-weight sweater and an old Nikon camera tucked into her bag. "Okay," she said, still tentative. "Let's get going."
We grabbed the picnic basket and the cooler from the car, and I held out my hand to Christa.
And when she accepted my offer? My damn heart nearly exploded with pride.
The walk wasn't long. And Honey hadn't been exaggerating. This small town had its share of hidden magic. The picnic spot was tucked into a low hill behind the diner, with a patch of wildflowers and a lazy stream cutting through the trees.
We set up under a tree. Annerly laid out the blanket while I unpacked the basket.
Fresh sandwiches, cut fruit, and some delicious-smelling muffins from a bakery Honey had recommended. Even though I wanted nothing more than to spoil our Omega and show her exactly how well we could provide for her as a pack, I'd tried to keep it sweet, simple and low-key. Nothing fancy.
Our sweet, slightly sassy Omega sat between us, legs tucked under her. I couldn't stop watching her. The way the sunlight kissed her skin highlighted the slight smattering of freckles I ached to trace with my fingers, my tongue, my lips.
"So," Christa said eventually, "I think... from what Honey told me... you two are dating, right?"
It was Annerly who answered. "Yes," he said simply. "Although, it's a bit more than dating, as we've bonded. He bit me a short while ago."
Her expression was unreadable, and I ached to pull her closer into my lap so I could at least feelhereven if I couldn't feel her emotions.
"We hope that's okay with you," I added, voice softer. "We'd kind of given up hope of ever finding you, and I didn't think it was fair to either of us to wait anymore."
She looked down, tracing patterns on her thigh. "I don't mind. As long as both of you don't mind... me..." She cleared her throat, that delicious blush spreading again. "Ugh, I mean. As long as you guys don't think I'll be trying to get between the two of you."
Annerly coughed, and I could feel his arousal simmering in our bond. "I wouldn't mind feeling you between us," he muttered almost too softly to hear.
Christa snorted, so she'd clearly heard his remark, but instead of making it turn things even more awkward, she smiled at us, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"Well... now that I've sufficiently embarrassed myself, I think it's time for you to return the favour. Tell me something. Something... scary to share."
She stared at me, as if daring me to try to shock her.
"I'm a Daddy Dom."
Her eyebrows shot up, her eyes bright with curiosity. "Like you enjoy spanking your partners?"
"It's a bit more than that," I confirmed. "It's not just about sex and stuff happening in the bedroom. I enjoy taking care of people I love. I thrive on the structure, and I love knowing my partner feels safe and cared for."
Her lips parted like she wanted to ask more, so I waited.
