Page 99 of Glass Omega

My teeth ached as the desire to knot her and bond her filled me so intensely that I nearly gave into it.

But still, even in the hot thrall I was under, I remembered the fact that our pack was still a secret and where my brain wanted me to mark her was definitely far too hard for her to cover up.

I couldn’t help but fixate on the spot opposite of Edison’s, just underneath her jaw and that would give us away almost immediately.

Instead, I turned my face at the last second and bit myself, the pain mingling with the pleasure as I emptied myself into the condom with a muffled roar before everything went black.

My body was still tingling with aftershocks when I finally came to, lying on my back with pillows propped underneath my head and the sounds of Perrie’s continued moans filling my ears.

I wasn’t sure how long I’d been out, but one glance over at the pair next to me told me it had to have been long enough for both Perrie and Edison to recover from the first round.

Perrie was now straddling Edison’s lap, the sound of their flesh smacking together filling the room as Edison whispered something in her ear that made the omega shudder.

Then two sets of eyes, one gray-almost-silver in this light and one gold turned to me.

“He’s alive, pet,” Edison purred as he gripped Perrie’s hips and pulled her roughly down on his cock, making her moan. “I thought you’d be down for the night, old man.”

The teasing tone in his voice was what had me rolling onto shaky knees in order to join them. “Who are you calling old? Last time I checked you’re six months older than me.”

Perrie’s back was sweaty as I slid a hand down it and she arched underneath my touch, her lips already seeking mine out.

“And last I checked, I’ve never passed out after coming just two times, so we’ll have to agree to disagree.” Edison’s words were affectionate as he waited his turn to pull me in for a kiss of his own, audibly groaning halfway through. “Pet, if you squeeze down on me like that this isn’t going to last very long.”

“Sorry!” Perrie squeaked, her fingers curling on his chest as her hips stilled. “I can’t help it.”

Edison’s eyes crinkled in the corners as he grinned at her. “I think you like watching us together a little bit too much, Perrie. Who knew my little wife was such a voyeur.”

Perrie’s already flushed cheeks reddened even more as she ignored his teasing and reached for me again.

Her fingers trailed a line down the side of my face, my neck, and down one shoulder until she was tracing the bruised bite mark on my arm. “Why did you do this to yourself?”

“So I wouldn’t bite you by accident,” I confessed, pulling her fingers up to my mouth and kissing the tip of each one. “We still have to keep all of this a secret.”

“Couldn’t you have bit me somewhere that’s easily covered up?” Perrie asked with a frown.

“That’s not how it works, pet, alphas bite the spot their instincts tell them to,” Edison cut in, rolling his hips up and drawing a noise of pleasure from the omega still straddling his lap. “Now, while I’m happy to explain the logistics of alpha instincts to you all day, darling, I’m afraid you’ve forgotten what’s currently buried in this pretty cunt of yours.”

Lifting Perrie off of his cock, he flipped her around so that she was on her knees and slid home again. “Rho, why don’t you keep those lips of hers busy so she can focus on the task at hand.”

He nodded at my already half-stiff length before thrusting roughly inside of the omega, making her head droop as she let out a much louder moan than before.

Moving around to the front of her, I gently gripped Perrie’s chin and lifted it, finding her gray eyes glazed over with need as she stared up at me.

“Are you hungry, omega?” My words ended on a growl that caused Perrie to shudder and Edison grunted with effort as his grip on her hips tightened.

Perrie nodded, her jaw dropping open as she stared at my length.

Tonight was just getting started even if, in the distance, light was already starting to crest over the horizon, bringing a new dawn to the three of us.

Twenty Eight

EDISON

“And I’m telling you that if I had made the order to bomb your ports, Cheng, then there would be nothing left.”

Frustration filled me as I gripped the phone held up to my ear even more tightly.

My lazy morning in bed with my wife had been interrupted by a very pissed off phone call from the Chinese blaming me for a series of explosions that had taken place in the early hours and that, apparently, the explosives in question belonged to the Keane clan.

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