Page 80 of Glass Omega

I glanced down at my body and gasped at what I saw.

Little purple bruises were littered all over my body, down my neck, breasts, stomach, legs, hell somehow Edison had even managed to get a couple on my ankles and the top of my feet.

I only hazily remembered him doing it and how good it had felt at the time… but I never realized that they would leave bruises!

“I’m going to go and strangle him in his sleep,” I muttered darkly, getting ready to do just that before Rhodes held up a hand to stop me.

“Bath and food first, I’m sure you don’t want to be arrested when you’ve got Edison’s cum caked all over you. You wouldn’t want to leave all that evidence behind would you?”

I stared at him, a little bit appalled at his words and the fact that he wasstilljoking around.

“I amnotcaked in his…” My face flamed at the word being used outside of the heat of sex, “Cum.”

“Are you sure about that? That you’re not even a little bit crusty?”

I was up on my feet and sinking into the tub before Rhodes could say anything else. It was pure bliss on my sore limbs and the depth of the tub brought the water right underneath my chin as I fought to not let out a little moan of relief.

“Okay, you’ve gotten me into the tub, you can go now,” I said, embarrassment really starting to settle in and I didn’t want Rhodes to continue to stare at my love-bitten body any more than he needed to. Especially if he was going to refuse to do any of the biting himself.

As that last stray thought flitted through my mind, I finally looked the alpha square in the face for the first time since he’d woken me up. He looked tired, there were deep purple smudges under his eyes and his beard needed a serious trim.

Three days ago when he’d swept into the party like an avenging angel to find me he hadn’t looked so…exhausted.

Rhodes was the first to look away, reaching behind him for a silver platter with a plethora of meats, cheeses, and fruits. My stomach growled as I realized that in the three days since Edison had gone nearly feral I’d barely eaten a thing. “I’m not going anywhere until you eat.”

I glanced at the platter and then back up at Rhodes as a sneaky idea formed in my head.

“I can’t, my hands are wet.”

One of Rhodes’ eyebrows lifted. “Are you telling me you can’t eat because the food will get a little soggy when you touch it?”

“You should have told me before I got into this tub,” I sniffed pertly, trying to look every inch the spoiled omega I was supposed to be.

Truth be told, I didn’t care about soggy food. I just wanted to see how far I could push the alpha before he retreated away from me again.

Because he always did. I spent more time together with Rhodes than anyone else and yet I still felt like I couldn’t pin the man down at all.

Sometimes he would do things that would make my stomach flutter—big things like coming and scooping me off the ground at the party, or even small gestures like how he would pull mychair out or carry the heavy bags of film for me down three flights of stairs to the library basement to be developed.

And then on the flip side Rhodes would act as cold as ice, like he didn’t care for me past me being his boss’s wife.

Edison had told me the shortened version of their conversation the day after we first had sex and it seemed like the two had decided to go back to the way they used to be: just a boss and his second-in-command.

I didn’t like that one bit. I’d only ever known Edison and Rhodes when they seemed to pine after one another even though neither would ever admit it. At least not unless I made them admit it.

Rhodes let out an exasperated sigh, like what I was asking him to do was the hardest thing in the world, but still he lifted a strawberry up from the platter and held it out to me.

I tried not to smirk at his chosen piece of fruit and instead leaned forward to take probably the slowest bite known to man.

Chewing slowly, the slightly tart berry was a shock to my taste buds. I watched Rhodes’ Adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallowed heavily, a slow smile forming on my face. “Can I try the blueberries next?”

I’d come to two conclusions the night that Rhodes rescued me from the party.

One was that I wanted Rhodes McCreary—either on his own or with Edison it didn’t seem to matter much when it came to me or my instincts. I’d been pushing the feeling away over the past couple of weeks, telling myself not to go after someone who didn’t want to be chased. But that had changed when he put his hands on my face, checking for any injury while his eyes were wild with fear.

The second thing I’d concluded was that if something didn’t happen to shake up the status quo between the three of us, then nothing ever would.

Kailey’s dragging me to a party, as ill-advised of a choice as it had been, now seemed to actually be working in my favor as I watched Rhodes frown at the blueberries before choosing the biggest one and holding it out to me pinched in between his pointer finger and his thumb.

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