Page 50 of Glass Omega

It was too intense for me, a relative newbie to the actual physical aspects of married life and for just a moment it wasalmost too hard to breathe. Forcing myself to suck in a long pull of our combined scents, and finding that it seemed to soothe my nerves, I nodded again. “But are you sure you are? I’d hate for you to break a hip.”

Edison’s expression slackened into shock, his gold eyes wide at my teasing before he threw his head back and started to laugh.

If I’d learned one thing about Edison and Rhodes over the past few weeks it was that they both hated and loved when I teased them about being old. I was sure it reminded them of the fifteen year age gap that we shared between us, but it also made them more comfortable with me—the teasing forming a tenuous bond between us in the face of uncertainty.

“I can assure you that my hips are very healthy, pet,” Edison said as he slipped a second finger inside of me. “And I looked forward to showing you exactly how healthy I am just as soon as I feel this tight cunt spasm around my fingers.”

The tightness of two fingers was almost overwhelming as he gently began to slide them in and out, wriggling them separate from each other before moving them in tandem as his thumb circled my clit.

One of his knees was still pressed in between my thighs, almost interlocking our legs, so as he began to quicken the pace of his fingers, my legs began to rise up almost of their own volition. The top of one of my knees brushed what had to be his painfully hard length straining against his pants.

“Let go and come for me,” Edison muttered with a grunt, his pupils completely blown now as a flush started to ride up the side of his neck, stark against the crisp white shirt he was wearing.

Before—when it was just me by myself—I could control how fast I wanted things to go. But now that Edison was touching me it dawned on me how little control I had over it and my bodyseemed to be rising to the occasion clearly enjoying being told what to do by the alpha above me.

My inner omega seemed to have fully come awake and was practically panting inside of my mind, urging me to do as Edison bid.

Electric sensations from the touch of his fingers had my hips rolling up to bring him further inside of me as I tilted my chin up to the gauzy canopy of my bridal nest and came with a garbled scream.

Edison’s fingers never stopped moving as I spasmed around them. My eyes rolled back in my head as I tried and failed to pull in a deep breath, my lungs desperately sipping on the available air around me. Edison leaned down and began to shower my bare neck with kisses, whispering praises that my muddled mind failed to translate into anything coherent as my legs continued to twitch long after the crest of my orgasm had ended.

Then someone knocked on the door, causing Edison to stiffen against me.

“Someone had better be dying,” he barked over his shoulder.

“Well, I hate to break it to you,” Rhodes’ voice, unperturbed by the venom in Edison’s words, came sheepishly from the other side of the door.

With a growl, Edison pulled his fingers from inside of me and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “I will be right back.”

But as soon as the door was opened and he began speaking in a hushed tone to Rhodes, I watched his shoulders stiffen and heard him sigh.

Edison shut the door and turned to me, his expression completely blank as he reached down to snag his chest holster and jacket.

“What’s going on?” I asked, sitting up in my nest and watching as he redressed himself.

“Apparently,” Edison said, snapping the chest holster in place and sliding an arm into his jacket. “Our guests don’t know how to behave themselves and I have to go play parent.”

As he turned to leave, my eyes caught on the little wet spot on his pants that I’d left earlier when he pulled me onto his knee. “Wait—you’re not going out there with that still on you, right?”

Edison glanced down at it, warmth returning to his face for just a breath before it was gone again. “I am. Maybe it will help my relatives realize just what they’ve interrupted tonight. Don’t wait for me, pet, I don’t think I’ll be back.”

With that, he turned and left the room, passing a stone-faced Rhodes who shot me a quick nod before reaching inside and shutting the door, leaving me all by myself in my bridal nest.

Fifteen

“And why do you have to be this close to me at all times?” I asked Rhodes, irritation filling my voice as we crossed the bustling quad to my next class.

It was my first day of classes and it was everything that I ever imagined it would be… except for one small detail.

When Edison agreed to let me go to college with the agreement that Rhodes would guard me, I figured that the other alpha would sit outside of my classes, or even wait for me in a cafe or something.

There wasn’t much danger that I could see going to school and the only pointing and shooting happening was in the two photography classes that I was taking alongside my prerequisite lower division classes.

But no. Apparently, the two alphas had decided that Rhodes would follow me like Casper-the-scary-fucking-ghost and make it nearly impossible for anyone to approach me.

I wasn’t sure how they’d worked it out, but none of my professors questioned Rhodes’ presence in any classes even though he brought no laptop, no camera, and looked like the epitome of a mobster as he stalked behind me dressed in his usual uniform of leather jacket, dark blue jeans and a dark henley that did little to disguise the shiny pistol tucked under his arm.

He looked dangerous, which despite my best efforts I found completely hot. Curse my stupid brain that must have been permanently scrambled by radiation during treatment.

---