Page 57 of Enticing Little Omega
A small sound interrupted my thoughts.
A soft, sleepy moan. Then: “Daddy?”
Christa blinked her eyes open slowly, her pupils clearer now, no longer blown wide from instinct or arousal. Her skin was flushed but not fevered. Her scent was calm. Settled.
The heat really was over.
I leaned in. “Hey, little one. You okay?”
She nodded, nuzzling closer. “Tired. Sore. Really, really tender.” Her smile was slow and lazy. “But…happy.”
My throat tightened. “You were incredible.”
She blinked up at me, then turned to take in the others. “Are you all okay?”
Anton made a quiet, amused sound. “We’re not the ones who took all our cocks over and over again, little Omega.”
She flushed, but didn’t hide her smile. “Just checking.”
A pause.
Then she looked at me. Really looked. Her fingers curled in the sheet, nervous. “Now that I’m not in heat anymore…”
I sat up a little straighter, watching her carefully.
Her voice was soft. Barely above a whisper. “Could we bond now?”
My heart stopped.
She licked her lips. “If you want to.”
If we want to?
I nearly laughed. Instead, I cupped her face gently and leaned in until our foreheads touched.
“There’s nothing I want more.”
Drew let out a shaky breath. “Fuck. I didn’t know how much I needed to hear that until now.”
Annerly kissed her shoulder. “We’ve been waiting, princess. For you.”
Anton didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. His hand covered hers on the sheet and held it tight.
Christa looked at each of us her eyes shining.
“Okay,” she whispered. “Then I’m ready.”
And I knew deep in my bones, in the bond that hadn’t even been made yet, that nothing had ever felt more right.
I took a breath. “Okay. We’ll go slow, little one. You tell us if anything doesn’t feel right.”
Christa nodded, already tipping her head, offering her throat with so much trust it made my vision blur.
I leaned in first.
Her pulse fluttered beneath my lips, warm and steady and strong. I kissed her there once. Then again. Then sank my teeth in.
Her breath hitched—a soft, startled sound—and then she melted, her fingers gripping my arm as the bond snapped into place. A surge of love and belonging rushed through me like fireand sunlight and something older than both. My chest ached with howrightit felt.
