Page 31 of Enticing Little Omega

"And you?" she asked, glancing at Annerly.

He shrugged, but I recognised his faked nonchalance. "I'm a switch," he said. "It depends on the person, the dynamic, or the mood. But I've enjoyed taking control, and giving it up. But with Mister Bossy Boots over here, it's hard to get him to give over those reins."

"I don't want you to think we're telling you this because we expect something from you," I added quickly. "If it's not something you're interested in, we can get that from each other. We're just sharing about who we are."

Christa was quiet for a beat, chewing her lip. "I don't know that I won't like that," she said finally.

"You don't have to know," I said gently. "You just have to be honest with us. We can try it if you'd like. And if it's not for you, you tell us. No matter what, it will be okay."

I reached for her hand, slowly, giving her every chance to pull away.

She didn't.

"Little Omega," I crooned softly, watching her reaction.

Her breath hitched.

"Come to Daddy," I told her.

That tiny flicker in her eyes. Hunger, hope and confusion. It was all the answer I needed.

She blinked up at me, her cheeks pink. "Say it again?"

I smiled. "Come to Daddy."

She leaned forward, and I closed the distance between us. Our lips met in a soft, tentative kiss. Her fingers curled around mine, and I felt the tremble in her body like a spark jumping skin to skin.

When we pulled apart, Annerly was watching us with warmth in his eyes.

"You can kiss me too, you know," Christa told him, a cheeky glint to her eye.

He laughed in response. "Permission noted, little one."

And then he kissed her, sweet and slow and sure. She made a soft noise against his mouth, a sound that hit me right in the chest. Then her beautiful floral perfume filled the surrounding air, her need making itself known in the most honest, natural way.

We spent the rest of the meal feeding her small bites, brushing shoulders, letting her lean against one or the other of us whenever the mood struck.

She never pulled away.

And not once did she balk at our protective actions.

Her inner Omega had made its choice, even if her mind hadn't caught up yet.

And I'd wait. She would be my Little girl.

She would be ours.

If we could just stay out of our own way.

Chapter 14

Christa

By the time we got back to my apartment, I was floating. Not in the dreamy, disassociated way I sometimes got when I was overwhelmed, but warm and weightless. Like all the tension I carried in my shoulders had been gently lifted away by soft touches, sweet kisses, and the kind of attention that felt as nourishing as it was dangerous. And delicious.

And the best part?

They didn't push.

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