Page 45 of Glass Omega

I’d already figured it was happening—but what I hadn’t been counting on was how it would make me feel to see it happening in front of me.

It had been… almost invigorating to watch the two men together. A sense of rightness clicking into place in the deep recesses of my brain where I’d shoved my omega instincts.

And that wasn’t even mentioning the slick. Omega slick was something that was supposed to be natural, but I’d long since stopped thinking I was capable of it. That the treatment for my leukemia had jacked up my omega biology so much that I figured that I was basically a beta with the chance to have a heat—something I didn’t necessarily believe even if my doctors insisted my body was capable of it.

Watching Edison and Rhodes together had quickly proven those doctors right. It wasn’t a lot but as they kissed, Edison’s tongue slipping sloppily into Rhodes’ mouth the same way it had into mine earlier, I felt wetness gush in between my legs and the overwhelming scent of strawberries fill my nose.

Edison could smell it too. I knew by the way his nostrils flared when he held his hand out to me and how his dark pupils seemed to expand even more as he drew a finger down my spine, making me shiver.

By the time we made it outside, I’d managed to regain control over myself, but now that my body was pressed against his chest as he carried me out of the reception I could feel it starting again.

But the harassment from the older men wasn’t over yet. “Make sure you get those sheets ready for the presentation in the morning!”

I grimaced at that. Oona had explained the wedding night to me and while Edison said he wouldn’t touch me without my permission, there were certain things that were tradition in the Keane clan.

The presentation of a virgin bride’s sheets the morning after the wedding was one of them.

“What would happen if I wasn’t a virgin and there wasn’t any blood?” I muttered my question quietly enough so that only Edison could hear me.

“Then I’d make it look bloody, pet.”

“Even for such an archaic tradition? I didn’t take you for someone who followed those by the letter.” Edison actually seemed to buck against the very idea of tradition, and if the way the older generation treated him was any indication, they hated him for it.

“I hate it, yes,” Edison’s fingers tightened on my waist as we stepped inside of the very same hallway where I’d watched him kiss Rhodes only a few hours earlier. “But for some things, it’s worth not having to deal with the headache of those men in my office in the morning if we don’t.”

Leaning back, I examined his resigned expression, my eyes tracing the tightness of his jaw underneath as he spoke. “But aren’t you the boss? Why does it matter what they think?”

Edison let out a bark of laughter which vibrated pleasantly through me as we headed in the direction of the east wing. “You’re going to be so good for my ego, Perrie Keane, I hope you know that.”

After twenty-two years of being known as Peregrine Chandler, the new last name sent warm tingles through me that had nothing to do with the way his hands felt under my back and legs.

“And what do you think about Perrie’s words, Rhodes?” Edison called to our silent shadow and I looked back just in time to see his confident steps stutter ever so slightly before he finally seemed to give in and hurry his pace until he was walking with us.

“I think…” Rhodes began slowly, dark eyes glancing at me and then Edison, “That if your ego grows any bigger we’re going to have trouble fitting you through doorways.”

A surprised snort slipped out of me before I could catch it and my face warmed even as Edison continued to laugh at the jab given by his… right hand man? Lover? Best friend?

I wasn’t quite sure what label to put on them anymore.

“How can that be when I have you here to deflate me whenever I need a good reality check?”

The two shared an intimate chuckle and for a brief moment I felt like an interloper despite being the bride.

They had so much history together. History that I probably would never know about because they had to keep their relationship a secret.

We’d reached the hallway of glass windows that led into the greenhouse and I felt Edison’s steps slow before he stopped entirely. “You coming in with us?”

Sucking in a sharp breath of surprise, I gaped at Edison and his offer seemed to completely take Rhodes off guard as well because his dark eyes widened before he glanced over at me.

Him offering to let another man, one that he was romantically involved with, join in on what was essentially our first night as a married couple should have made me inexplicably angry.

Some other omega bride may have clawed his eyes out.

But instead, my brain decided to conjure the image of the two of them pressing in on either side of me and what their skin would feel like sliding against my own.

My face flushed as moisture seemed to leak out of me at an alarming rate. During all of my lessons with the ancient omega teacher they’d brought in, she’d never told me how to stop this part of my biology and only spoke of it in the most clinical of ways. In fact, she’d avoided the topic of slick entirely, the bitch.

Both of their gazes sharpened as my scent welled up in between us.

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