Page 32 of Enticing Little Omega

Not even once.

Even when I'd practically melted between them after the second kiss. My body betrayed me and bloomed with my lusty perfume, slick filling my panties in a way that would have had me embarrassed if I wasn't wearing the special underwearHoney had gifted me with a grin. But even then, they didn't rush me or make me feel pressured in any way.

They just held me, fed me and made me feel cherished.

In a way, I hadn't felt since before my mom passed away.

Now, back inside my apartment I stood awkwardly in the center of the room, unsure what to do with my hands or my racing pulse. "Can I get you something? Water? Tea?"

My voice came out too high, too breathy. William's brows lifted slightly, amused. Annerly leaned against my kitchen counter, and the way he stood there made it look like hebelongedthere.

"We're fine, Little Omega," William said, voice low and smooth like velvet.

A shiver ran through me at the pet name again.

Little Omega.

Goddess.

I didn't know what it was about the way he said it, like it was a gift instead of a nickname, but I wanted to hear it again. And again.

Maybe even whispered against my neck before he bit me, claimed me, made me his.

It was time to be brave.

"I like it when you call me that," I admitted softly.

William stepped closer, eyes dark and golden. "Yeah?" He reached for my wrist, slowly, and pulled me gently into his arms. "It suits you perfectly." His hand moved to the small of my back, anchoring me to him. I didn't fight the pull. I didn't want to.

Annerly appeared on my other side, his hand skimming up my bare arm. "We had a good day today," he murmured, brushing a kiss against my temple. "We don't want to push, take things too far. But we do want to just hold you for a bit more."

The way they talked, it was reverent, almost indulgent. LikeIwas something precious instead of something broken.

I craved more of that feeling and my body buzzed from all the attention, warmth pooling low in my belly. I felt soft, needy, and exposed. But safe.

That was the dangerous part.

"I'd..." I paused, licking my lips. "I'd like that. If you stayed a little longer."

William's gaze sharpened. "Are you sure, baby? And what would you like us to do if we stayed longer?"

"I don't know," I whispered. "But after spending the afternoon with you, I don't want to be alone tonight. I want to be held. Touched."

Annerly's smile turned wicked-sweet. "Well, would you look at that little princess. That just so happens to be our specialty."

They led me to the couch, and I was thankful for it, because I wasn't sure if I'd be able to stop myself from taking things even further in the bedroom.

William settled behind me first, drawing me against his chest, his hands wrapping around my waist. I could feel the strength of him, solid and unyielding.

Annerly kneeled in front of me on the floor, cupping my face between his hands.

"Still doing okay, princess?"

I nodded, and he kissed me silly.

There was absolutely nothing tentative about this one. His mouth was warm and sure, and when he licked softly at my lower lip, I whimpered and opened for him.

I felt more than heard William's growl behind me, a possessive sound that only made the ache in my core deepen.

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