Page 120 of Glass Omega

“Come on Mr. Strong-and-Stoic, I’m your girl. I won’t judge you if you have feelings,” I teased, leaning in to press a kiss to the tip of his nose.

This time he smiled and I knew I had him.

“When we were looking for you in all of those tunnels earlier I almost told Edison to quit because of how lost we were. That I wasn’t sure you were even down there.”

I nodded. I hadn’t seen much of the winding tunnels that made up Andrey Volkov’s labs, but I was sure they hadn’t been easy to navigate.

“But Edison was so sure that you were there. He could feel you—through your bond—I mean. It was bad timing, but I was so fucking jealous of him in that moment. To have the clarity and knowledge that you were alive and close by.”

Rhodes shook his head roughly as if to shake away the negative thoughts.

Reaching up I ran a hand through his brown hair, scratching at the spot on his scalp that I knew he liked and waited for the tension in his shoulders to ease a bit before speaking.

“That’s actually pretty fixable. You know that, right?”

Gently, I pulled his face into the spot on my neck that I always caught him staring at when we made love. They’d both explained to me that when alphas made a bond mark, where it was placed was all about instincts and his seemed to have him fixating on the place that was opposite of Edison’s.

“I can’t,” he murmured against my skin. “You won’t be able to hide it if I bite you here.”

“And what’s the problem with that?” Edison’s groggy voice cut into our conversation. His eyes were still closed when I looked over at him, but his brows were lifted as he continued. “Trust me to handle it, Rho, and just bite her already so I can get some sleep. I’m too old to be pulling all-nighters like this.”

“I sort-of need to be able to knot her in order to bond. To make sure that it takes,” Rhodes grumbled dryly as he lifted his face away from my neck to shoot Edison a look.

One golden eye opened. “And? We’ve already done what we needed to for Perrie’s heat, so I say go for it.”

It was my turn to frown at him. “What do you mean?”

With a sigh, Edison rolled onto his side and propped his head in one hand, resting on his elbow. “Pet, how many days has it been since your heat started?”

I thought about it for a moment, trying to remember how many times the sun had gone up and fallen in the sky. “Two—I think?”

“Exactly. It’s incredibly rare for an omega’s heat to only last two days unless…” He trailed off, waiting for me to make the connection.

I thought back to my lessons with the old matron omega. An omega’s estrus usually lasted, bare minimum, four days and could go anywhere from an entire week to two depending on the omega.

The only reason for an omega’s heat to stop was if the biological need behind it was fully satisfied.

A gasp left my lips as I sat up completely straight, my hands moving to my stomach. “Unless I’m pregnant. Holy shit, that was fast!”

“And you can thank your husband’s super sperm for that,” Edison purred smugly, clearly proud of himself. “I may be pushing forty, but I’ve still got it in me.”

I gave his shoulder a push, wrinkling my nose. “Gross.”

That meant that Edison had his heir. His legacy. And that he was on much more solid ground to truly take control of the Keane family.

As the implications of it all settled over me, a pair of strong arms wrapped around me from behind as Rhodes pressed a kiss to my lips, clearly realizing that all of his worries were gone now.

“Okay, you two have fun, I’m going to take a nap before Perrie tries to suck what little life I have left out of my body,” Edison joked as he reached out to give my leg an affectionate squeeze, his eyes shutting again.

Rhodes barely gave me a moment to adjust to all of the information that I’d just learned, already flipping me onto my back as his stiffening cock pressed to my swollen entrance.

“I love you,” he blurted, his dark eyes searching my face as he said it.

A rush of happiness filled me so quickly that it took me a moment to realize that it was a mixture of my own and Edison’s as he pretended to sleep in order to give us our moment.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I pulled him down to me, wrapping a leg around his waist and pulling him into me again.

I’d been giving him time, hoping he felt the same way, and now he’d said the words out loud and I was a bit worried I was in some kind of heat-induced coma dreaming about them.

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