Page 91 of Glass Omega

“Your hand is all red,” Edison tutted, lifting the palm that had just been used to slap Yulia up to examine it.

I tugged it from his grasp and stepped back into Rhodes’ chest, letting him put his hands on my shoulders to steady me.

“Explain.” I’d never ordered Edison around like this before, but I knew he could feel my anger through the bond.

The sound of loud laughter came from down the hall and Edison glanced in the direction of it before finally giving in with a sigh. “Fine, but not here.”

He held a hand out to me, but I ignored it, bypassing his hand and striding in front of him.

I didn’t know where I was going, but luckily Rhodes seemed to as he sped up his steps to catch up with me. Edison brought up the rear, muttering something under his breath.

Rhodes led the way past the regular elevators and to a set of black doors, pulling a keycard out of his jacket and holding it to the sensor before gesturing for me to step inside.

“What is this?” I asked as the doors shut behind us. The elevator rose and rose and then rose some more until it stopped on a floor marked ‘P’ and dinged cheerfully before opening into a beautiful suite.

“It wasmeantto be a surprise, pet, though I’m pretty sure that’s ruined now,” Edison replied drily, his hand sliding down the skin of my bare back as he gave me a gentle push into the room.

I shivered at his touch, my eyes moving to take in what looked to be the penthouse suite of the hotel. It was a cavernous space with no walls to hide the large sunken tub or the standing shower to one side.

Against the opposite side was a small kitchenette, a round leather sectional, and a firepit style table that was already lit causing the broken up bits of glass underneath the flame to sparkle.

But all of those things paled in comparison to the beautiful, massive bed that sat on a pedestal in the center of the space, like a shining crown jewel.

The combination of the gorgeous suite and Edison’s fingers on my back was almost enough to make me forget all about what had just occurred downstairs.

Almost.

Stepping away from Edison’s touch, I rounded on both men who looked almost sheepish as I pinned them with a stare.

“So,” I began, crossing my arms over my chest. “Who is going to tell me what happened with Yulia four years ago?”

Edison’s gold eyes shifted up to my face, seeming to take in the stiff set of my shoulders and my stubborn expression before hefinally sighed in surrender. “All right, but can we at the very least sit down?”

I wanted to deny his request out of sheer pettiness, but truthfully my feet were aching in the heels Oona had picked and my legs were shaking with the effort to keep standing.

Rounding on said heel, I turned and stomped towards the sectional, only limping a little bit as I threw myself into the corner seat of the plush leather surface and waited for the two men to join me.

Edison settled in across from me and Rhodes surprised me by sitting next to me and reaching for my feet and pulling them into his lap, his fingers deftly undoing the buckles to release them from their strappy prison.

Despite my anger, I shot him a look of gratitude as a near moan of relief left my mouth at the release of pressure.

Down the bond, I could feel Edison’s lust rise at the noise and I felt my own start to stir to meet him halfway, my inner omega practically begging me to forget all about Yulia and whatever past she may have had with my alpha.

The past is in the past,a little voice whispered in my ear as my gaze shifted between Rhodes whose thumb was rubbing absentminded circles on the indent on my feet, soothing them, and Edison who looked as if he wanted to leap across the space at me.

But I wanted to know. I needed to know.

How many times had they had sex? Had he loved her?

I was under no impression that my husband had been celibate before he met me—that would be silly and naive—but nonetheless I didn’t like the reminder of it sneering in my face.

Omegas were territorial, and while I was still adjusting to life as a healthy one, that was never a part of the instincts that had faded with the chemo.

I’d always been protective over my physical things, and now that I wore Edison’s mark on my neck that had extended to him.

No one but me was allowed to touch him.

Well, me and Rhodes. That was a given, though I had yet to see what that actually entailed and now to find out that had been on the agenda tonight before Yulia had ruined things only made me angrier.

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