Page 47 of Enticing Little Omega

Anton

The gravel crunched under the tires as we pulled into the driveway, the pack house rising behind the trees like something half-forgotten and half-sacred.

Home, I guessed. Or at least I had a hope it would be again.

If she chose to stay.

Christa had fallen asleep against my chest during the last bit of the drive, her breath warm at my collar, her scent... enticing. Dangerous after so long enclosed in the car with us. It was almost like it wasmorepotent somehow.

I didn't want to move, but Drew cut the engine, and she slowly blinked up at me, disoriented and adorably soft. "Daddy Grump?"

"We're here," I told her before placing a careful kiss on the tip of her nose.

She stretched like a kitten, and the hem of her shirt lifted enough to show a peek of skin. I looked away because goddess help me; I had very little control left when it came to the tasty morsel that was our Omega.

"I fell asleep," she murmured. "And drooled," she grumped as she looked at the wet spot on my shirt. Her pout was so adorable I couldn't help myself and grabbed her chin to claim her mouth in a sleepy, languid, exploratory kiss.

We pulled away, both of us breathless, and my cock an aching, pulsing presence between us.

"Are you going to let me see the house, Daddy Grump?" Christa asked, her pout still present.

The house loomed outside, a warm sunset highlighting the building from behind. I hated how suddenly unsure I felt about it. We hadn't prepared anything for her.

The Omega wing was untouched. After William and Annerly left, neither Drew nor I could stomach the thought of touching it.

And what if she hated the house? What if our home wasn't good enough?'

Drew opened the back door of the car with a flourish and seemingly none of the angst I was feeling. "Welcome home, pretty."

Christa pushed me out of the car so she could follow suit, but unable to let go completely I picked her up the minute we she was out of the car.

"I can walk, you know?" she told me, a mock frown on her face.

I kissed it away before responding. "You can, but I'd much rather have you in my arms, so whyshouldyou walk?"

She frowned at me again, but I turned her face to look at the house, carefully keeping my attention on her. Ineededto see what her reaction was.

I waited for the wrinkle of her nose. The cringe. The polite smile.

Instead, her eyes lit up with wonder as she whispered. "It's stunning. Now stop being silly and let me down or take me inside so I can see my new home, okay, Daddy Grump?"

I was powerless to resist.

The second we stepped into the house, Christa took a deep breath. "It smells like... home."

Something cracked open in my chest.

After she once again insisted I put her down, we gave her the full tour.

Christa padded barefoot through the rooms, touching everything and carefully scent-marking it. When we reached the sunroom, she gasped. Not loudly, not theatrically. Just one of those quiet, stunned little sounds that felt more real than words.

"They're... all... me!" She turned around and looked at Drew with so much emotion that it tookmybreath away.

My twin blushed at her attention, and when she turned her attention back to all the paintings lined against the wall. All the paintings he's been doing nonstop for the last two years of our Omega.

Christa turned slowly, her face taking it all in.

I should have been jealous at the awe I saw directed at my brother, and maybe I would have been if she didn't turn that same expression on me.

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