Page 49 of Enticing Little Omega

Her cheeks flushed a delicious shade of pink. I grinned and patted the carpet beside me. "Come on. Sit with me. We're going to make a list."

She frowned at me, her lips pulling into a pout. "A list?"

"Mmhmm," I said, already pulling out my phone. "Of everything you like. Favourite colours, textures, scents. And then we're going shopping."

She sat slowly, folding herself into the space beside me like she wasn't sure. "Seriously?"

"Yes, ma'am," I said, grinning at her. "We're making it a game now. A type of scavenger hunt if you will. We're going to hunt down every last thing that makes your Omega heart happy, and the person that gets the most of the items on the list at the end of the excursion wins."

Her nose scrunched adorably. "That's ridiculous."

"Ridiculous fun," I corrected. "Come on, princess. Play with me. You get new stuff, I get to spoil you. Everyone wins."

She hesitated. "What does the winner get?"

"Princess," I said gently, "If you win, you get whatever you want."

She looked at me, narrowing her gaze. "And if you win?"

"I get you to myself for an afternoon. Naked."

She shivered at my words and I felt my cock plump up at the smell of her perfume filling the air.

"Fuck, princess." The words were a low growl, pulled from my chest and she practically preened at them.

And then she blushed.

"I'm not used to this, you know," she told me as she looked down, her voice soft.

"I know," I said. "And it hurts me to know that you've not known any kind of care and affection in too long, but we're honoured to be the ones to give it to you. And I'm kind of hoping, you will get used to it from us."

She nodded, a tiny motion. "Okay. But I want violet. For the sheets."

"Violet sheets," I repeated, typing it into my notes. "Excellent choice. A brilliant purple for all the sexual frustration you cause in your pack by being so fucking sexy."

She giggled, the sound lighting me up. "You're a sap."

"Your sap," I said, without thinking, then felt my throat go a little dry at the truth of it, and worried she might think I was going too fast.

But Christa didn't pull away, didn't tease. She just looked at me for a long moment, something soft in her gaze. "Yes," she finally responded after what felt like ages. "Mine."

We spent the rest of the afternoon piecing together her world. She picked fuzzy blankets in dusky rose, a pile of pillows shaped like stars and moons, soft lighting in warm tones.

With each item purchased we made careful note of who found it so we could tally up the winner at the end of our shopping excursion.

No shop was left untouched, and no corner of our small corner of the world went unseen. And we found something in almost every shop. In a tiny thrift store there was a quilt that made her gasp when she touched it. She told me, with tears brimming that it reminded her of something her mother used to have.

Through it all, though, she was true to her nature. Arguing over every price tag, and who would pay for it all. I overruled her every time with the confidence of a man with a pack credit card that had no limit.

By evening, we were back at the house, the car loaded with bags, and so many deliveries scheduled that we might have to just leave the front door open for the foreseeable future. William and Drew helped unload the SUV, but left us alone when we started unpacking all the bags.

And when it came to her nest I stepped back, letting her do her thing.

Our little Omega sat in the middle of her slowly forming nest, surrounded by softness, her own scent slowly starting to infuse the space.

"It's missing something," she told me, her eyes jumping from one corner of the room to the other.

"What, princess?"

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