Page 117 of Glass Omega

“I have no problem making their asses walk,” Edison growled as we turned the corner.

“Freeze!” a voice barked, stopping us in our tracks.

In front of us was the same FBI agent from earlier, alone now, and with fresh scratch marks on his face.

“Vance…” Edison trailed off as I took my hands off of my rifle in case the guy was trigger happy.

“Keane. I thought I told you I would handle it.” The gun stayed pointed at us.

Edison glanced from the man down to Perrie’s closed eyes. “Sorry, but I couldn’t let you do all the hard work. Let me go justthis once and I swear we can play a game of Tom and Jerry later on.”

Vance’s eyes narrowed on Perrie’s flushed face and for just a brief moment I was sure he was going to try and arrest us. But instead he sighed and holstered his weapon. “Fine. But you owe me.”

“Isn’t giving you Volkov not enough of a payment?” Edison asked, his dark brows lifting with surprise.

“No.”

“Fine. Later though, for now I need to get my omega home before I have a bunch of asshole alphas breathing down my neck trying to get to her heat. How are you so calm, by the way? I’m about to lose my fucking marbles and I’m used to how she smells.”

I hadn’t even realized the other man was an alpha. In fact, I couldn’t quite smell anything on him as we slowly skirted past him.

“Military grade scent suppressants,” Vance answered gruffly. “I can’t smell anything and neither can my guys.”

“My…” Edison began to slowly back away in the direction of the elevator. “The government is, as always, full of surprises. Now, if you’ll excuse us?”

Edison turned on his heel and hurried away from the agent and I followed closely behind. “Where did you meet that guy, anyway, Edi?”

Before Perrie I was always with him, so I wasn’t sure how the hell their paths would have crossed.

“It’s a very long story and one that I’m more than willing to tell you… once we get the fuck out of this hellhole. Besides, we’ve got an omega who is about to have a heat that I’m not sure you or I will be able to handle, so we definitely have bigger fish to fry right now.”

Thirty Three

“What did you do to my nest?” I asked as Edison put me down on shaky feet. I’d woken up again about halfway through the car ride and it had taken everything in me not to give into the inferno raging in between my legs and straddle Edison in the passenger seat of the car that Rhodes was driving.

“Sorry, pet,” Edison apologized sheepishly as I surveyed the damage to the nest that had been perfectly crafted less than twenty-four hours ago. “I lost my head a bit when I realized you were gone.”

We had yet to talk about the abduction—my mouth was too busy trying to pull wherever kisses I could manage in the tight confines of the car we were in to even ask.

But now, with a brief moment of clarity in between heat flares, I shot him a withering look. “I really liked my nest, Edison.”

“I’ll build you a better one,” he swore, wrapping an arm around my back and pulling me in for a toe-curling kiss that seemed to reignite the fire inside of me again, my insides twisting like a vice grip and sending slick leaking down my legs because I was still dressed in the long t-shirt nightgown that I’d been wearing when I was taken last night.

“Jesus,” I heard Rhodes, who’d hung back by the door, mutter as the sound of his pants being unzipped filled my ears.

Give in,my inner omega whispered. She’d taken a back seat for a bit, letting my clearer head prevail until we were out of danger, but now the haze of instinct was reasserting itself, and kidnapping be damned, if I didn’t have one of my alpha’s cocks in me in the next minute I was going to scream.

“Strip,” I ordered Edison, stepping away from him so that I could pull my nightshirt over my head.

Then I turned to figure out how to put my nest in some kind of working order for my heat.

Lots of tugging and pulling ensued as I began tying the swathes of white fabric back up where it belonged, recreating my favorite configuration of a nest: a soft canopy that would hang over us and enclose us in nice and safe.

Then I crawled into my nest and began to work on twisting the long fuzzy blankets and sheets, braiding them together to create the little barrier wall that would be the boundaries of my space.

It was almost therapeutic, making me forget all about the trauma of the past twenty-four hours as my brain settled into a mantra.

You’re safe. You’re home. You’re in your nest.

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